Having Kayu at Jalan Prata
I've never been to Jalan Kayu before in my life. Really. Close your gaping mouths. After 21 years, last week was my first time with Ben and Winson, and tonight was my second with Trey and Lim Shen.
It's nice that Jalan Kayu is about 1.5 km away from School of Logistics where i'm at at the moment. Both visits we strolled over in slippers in the cool night. It would have rained in the early evening and the unpopulated area of Seletar ushers in the breeze easily. It's be cool, wet on the road, but not humid at all. It'd be queit.
The prata is expensive, nothing abt the chow is really exceptional really. But the walk and the supping and company is really pleasing. Trey gave me a corner of his dubious sounding chocolate prata earlier. That was the only undoubtably good belly inflation device i've tried there so far.
The crowd was eclectic. There would be the army boy party, unmistakable in standard issue shorts and unit pride shirts. There would be the dirt ugly ah beng faction, complete with christmas lit japanese sports car and an entourage of equally ugly ah lians. There would be the malay/indian family coalition, nevermind it's ten o/clock, just bring down the kids and the ol' uns. Most common is the aging gen-X offshoot, where two or so couples in their late twenties/early thirties would sit together, with the guys gone all out of shape and ladies given up on personal grooming coz the guys have gone out of shape anyway and theyall look like they've been to Jalan Kayu a dozen times too many. There are sporadic groups of little taufiks in ghetto caps and BMXs, probably cycled here from bishan or ang mo kio. Ah yes, don't forget the cells of haughty elitist socialite overspending early twenties yuppy wannabes that borrowed his mum's car to bring some bleach haired club met chicks to look cool with, each dressed in meticulously chosen beach apparel to look slack.
It's nice not to think so much. Not to think about my life, where i want to go, what i'm doing. Just looking around, enjoying the moment, observing, laughing, sipping on teh.
I've never been to Jalan Kayu before in my life. Really. Close your gaping mouths. After 21 years, last week was my first time with Ben and Winson, and tonight was my second with Trey and Lim Shen.
It's nice that Jalan Kayu is about 1.5 km away from School of Logistics where i'm at at the moment. Both visits we strolled over in slippers in the cool night. It would have rained in the early evening and the unpopulated area of Seletar ushers in the breeze easily. It's be cool, wet on the road, but not humid at all. It'd be queit.
The prata is expensive, nothing abt the chow is really exceptional really. But the walk and the supping and company is really pleasing. Trey gave me a corner of his dubious sounding chocolate prata earlier. That was the only undoubtably good belly inflation device i've tried there so far.
The crowd was eclectic. There would be the army boy party, unmistakable in standard issue shorts and unit pride shirts. There would be the dirt ugly ah beng faction, complete with christmas lit japanese sports car and an entourage of equally ugly ah lians. There would be the malay/indian family coalition, nevermind it's ten o/clock, just bring down the kids and the ol' uns. Most common is the aging gen-X offshoot, where two or so couples in their late twenties/early thirties would sit together, with the guys gone all out of shape and ladies given up on personal grooming coz the guys have gone out of shape anyway and theyall look like they've been to Jalan Kayu a dozen times too many. There are sporadic groups of little taufiks in ghetto caps and BMXs, probably cycled here from bishan or ang mo kio. Ah yes, don't forget the cells of haughty elitist socialite overspending early twenties yuppy wannabes that borrowed his mum's car to bring some bleach haired club met chicks to look cool with, each dressed in meticulously chosen beach apparel to look slack.
It's nice not to think so much. Not to think about my life, where i want to go, what i'm doing. Just looking around, enjoying the moment, observing, laughing, sipping on teh.
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