Stretchy Fletchy

August 20th, 2007

it rained in the wee hours of the morning, and that’s usually the harbinger of worse than usual traffic during the rush to work. so when Toteman called to say he’d be a little late in coming to pick me, i had expected it and was serenely unannoyed over the fact that i would in turn be late as well. it was a perfectly nice morning, why waste it i thought, so i walked down the street to the neighbourhood mamak stall, stopping along the way to buy curry puffs for the boys and to artfully dodge imminent rain puddles.

usually there are a bunch of school children waiting for the bus, but not today because it’s a weeklong school holiday. i’ve noticed that no one ever talks to each other and everyone always looks bored. the boys always have their hair plastered down with water and combed back; the girls have really neat shoes and socks. i’m kinda glad to see that those ugly colourful schoolbags (as opposed to backpacks! ’schoolbags’ are in an entire league of their own) are actually still around; i thought they died out with my primary school days, but clearly they havent.

the first time i saw those fresh-looking schoolkids with bright eyes, i wondered at the back of my head if they had mobile phones and ipods in their pockets, seeing how society is getting richer these days and working parents more lavish with their guilty gifts. then i realized they probably didnt have those gadgets, because if they did, they’d probably have whipped them out and would be tinkering away with them while waiting for the bus. such are kids of the 21st century. i should know - as i sit here in the mamak writing this post, every single person around me is toying with their mobile phone or PDAs over their roti canai and hot milky drinks. even i cant resist making use of the wireless connection here. (but then again i never do try resisting anyway hehehe)

i’m drinking milo ais kosong which is like my default mamak drink. my shoes are dry and i’m wiggling my cotton-socked toes around in them comfortably. i do detest the feeling of sloshing around in wet shoes!

it’s so darn early in the morning. i’ve almost forgotten how good it feels to be up at this time of the day, having breakfast and reading the papers, not rushing anywhere. sigh deep down inside i believe i’m actually a morning person.


me with half a curry puff in my mouth. i am so ladylike it amazes even me sometimes.

is anyone going for gwen stefani? i’m just awaiting the day that certain quarters will learn to be mature about this anti-western performer concerts issue. there are more pressing matters to be addressed, dontcha think, instead of frothing at the mouth over a performer’s choice of stockings.

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