Coffee Showcase along East Coast Road is great, more for the ambience and the service than the food. The second level has such a nicely high ceiling, suitable for the claustrophobes.
The day I was there I finally walked down Joo Chiat Road, not having done so since I was 14, and now I am slowly connecting roads and bus routes in my mind, because the East is virgin territory, and slightly intimidating, with the old shophouses and the old private houses and new shopping centres and old shopping centres. There is much activity, and riotous invasion of the senses, from the smell of durians in backalleys to exhaust intruding on the smell of baking, or the splash of colours in signs screaming bold letters. Middle aged grey faced men bodies blanketed in tattoos standing in a cloud of their own smoke, enclosed within the imaginary circle an orange cat traced as it padded around their space.
The weird road names: Duku, Onan, Pennefather.
Discovery of HOT buses that venture into East Territory - 16, and the most surprising 33 that comes from Kent Ridge. 48 is the all rounder.
Where to now?
(But there is no longer time, work creeps up, insidiously, just when you think you have all the time in the world, because there is a huge expanse of time to fill when you are living alone, so full of possibility, so liberating, ending tomorrow when my mother comes back.)
It is difficult to feel lonely when you are alone, because there is no expectation for you to feel anything other, that's why the feeling doesn't set in. It is around people whom you have known for ages, and thus expect the level of companionship to be of a certain quality, the conversation to touch on a bit more than what you have been doing for the day/week/month, that you can stumble on that elusive feeling, and wonder what happened along the way.
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