Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Departures and Arrivals

Departure: One
Subject: Ern, 19, Singapore
Destination: University of Virginia

Salsa farewell for Ern today. For me, it was a farewell for my friend of 10 whole years. Eight stalks of pink carnations for the lovely lady, one for each girl in the salsa exco :) The V Tea Room dishes up platters of orgasmic nosh, pretty as a picture. Delightful shivers with each ribbon of sugar rolling off the tips of our tongues, balanced with golden-brown laces of savoury parcels.

Zeus and his appetite for aphrodisiac morsels would agree: Winter pear cake. Tiramisu milkshake. Also, we had what they told us was Thebestcakeintheworld *I didn't agree, that's why I don't even remember its name*. Vanilla ice-cream with precious dotted scrapings straight from the pod. Flowered tea. Quiche. Smoked salmon omelette atop a spongey bread base.


Arrival: One
Subject: King Carl, basically unknown royalty, Germany/Switzerland, in exile
Destination: Singapore

Carl, clad in a blue checked shirt, a severe looking office jacket and his trademark long brown pants was met at Terminal One by a legion of loyal friends (fans?) He was spotted looking everywhere besides the baggage conveyer belt, and we thought he was attempting to locate some missing Thai lady he acousted while on transit at the land of smiles and she-men.

So Newton it was for dinner. My second time there in a matter of two days. We saw to it that Carl got to eat the normal food one would order to get an unsuspecting first-time visitor to gush in pure surprise or shock. But no, we were unsuccessful, because he ate everything without second questions after the initial 'What-is-this?' enquiry.

I salute him because he downed durian juice without wincing. And I, a proud resident of our sunny shores for the last two decades, have not managed to even smell the potent fruit without retching.

Now I only get a sugar rush from food. No longer from you.


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