Saturday - Part II

So, I'm walking right alone and upstream. Hoping and hoping that a cab will shine me the light, show me the way back home. When I realize I've just about walked all the way back to Funan even. Reeking of cigarettes and alcohol, dejected at the lack of transportation. I did the most spontaneously craziest thing I've ever done. Walked into this building:

What made me do it? No idea. I saw the wrought iron gate, the winding thin road beyond it and I just walked in.

It was 7 am and the first service of the day was in progress. The Holy Communion at St. Andrew's Cathedral, a fine Anglican institution, one of the landmarks of Singapore.

And I sat through the service, joined by this 50+ year old Eurasian dude called Douglas. There are always some people who love to be the "ones who bring you in..show you the way". Anyhow, he didnt irritate me one bit. Showed me the particular verses and hymns they were singing. Didnt prod didnt pry didnt ask why I was reeking of alcohol. In fact no one did.

Imagine if I walked into some temple, smelling the way I did. Motherfuck yaar...the priest would be giving me the cold blooded murder stare and my mum would probably hear about it by the next hour, and some KLKlown would have called the New Paper hotline to get his free handphone.

And they even give you free breakfast. We had fishcakes, pao and some kuih kuih. Was good. No one irritated me. I repeat it, cos its the important thing. Even the big man running the service, he gave me some paper to write my contact number all. I said nah, not yet. I'll just pop in whenever I can. Nothing concrete.

And my breakfast buddies summore, one rich tai tai, fuckin humble though, with her 70+ yr old dad. He kept giving me the once over look. Freaky. One indian housewife who happens to stay in Ave 10 also. Haha, and one nice Chinese lady who kept sayin the "Lord showed me the way in here..la la la...God works in mysterious ways". Yet, she offered me a job in her civil engineering firm when I graduate. Damn! A job for one service. I like this place already. I already loved the free food and the non-pressurizing atmosphere you learn to expect from other big name joints. [Cue: City Harvest and The Rock]

Oh well, so I prayed. Finally. Hope things take a turn for the better. Like suddenly tomorrow my employers tell me, "Hi, we regret to announce that we don't want you anymore. Please collect your pink ic and fuck off". Jump for joy la if that happens. Happy like bird. Wheeeee!

The things I dream about.

Is your life more exciting than mine?