1. I protest! What about tea drinkers? 2. Excellent lattes + egg sandwich for veg man 3. Salami Ciabatta with a really good sweet chili relish 4. Darling’s Eggs 5. Snow Ice, thing of beauty!
Monday: a nice brunch at The Plain, and lots of walking from Duxton to Ann Siang Hill to Chinatown. In between there was mango snow ice and green tea snow ice with azuki to be had, and we eventually settled down for coffee, citrus tea, and a mediterranean puff at Far East Square. During the afternoon we talk about the thesis I seem to be running away from, and also hear lots of baby stories about W’s new niece. Privately, I think about how much I have missed being at school with these friends, and how it feels nice to be honest with people about fears that don’t seem so scary once shared.
Some conversations have become so polite lately — how was school? what internship are you taking? how much is he making, wow we are so old, aren’t we? It makes me sad. Seeing faces from years ago makes me feel as if time has stopped and we’re the same kids trying to conquer love and run away from P.E. class. Suddenly, grown-up words come out of our mouths and the illusion is shattered, and I feel older than ever. I picture a dystopian future of silently comparing HDB flats, successes, and CARS (god forbid!), a future I will firmly reject. Then again, there are people who ask those same how-are-you questions with so much warmth and honesty, I cannot help but be humbled by the size of their hearts. In a time of material change, these steadfast souls are pure gold.