there beneath the blue suburban skies

i like libraries. shelves and shelves of books and musty air, pages turned by so many hands over so much time. went back to the central library at kent ridge today, and because the biz canteen was closed by the time i finished photocopying excerpts from this wonderfully annoying uppity book on how the government is "dismantling" civil society (in terms of fundamental liberties and democracy etc.) jemery and i decided to go to clementi to have dinner.

which wasn't a very good idea, actually. because it just wasn't.

i didn't really want to go there but it was on the way home and i was tired so i agreed (it's the bffils's fault (best friend forever in law school), we went jogging late last night).

i ended up waiting in line to buy kueh tutu from that uncle opposite the ntuc; as before, five peanut ones. i've never liked them with coconut, remember? but this time i actually made myself wait until they were slightly cooler before i ate them. i never used to be able to wait those everlasting five minutes or so. and they were soft and pure white, steamy warm, crunchy when you got to the peanut part. the taste of sadness on your tongue which you've been trying too hard to avoid for too long.