Sunday, March 30, 2008

Holland Village

Strolling along the side of the pavement
It has to come to a halt
Someone wearing a helmet, and a lime green vest
points you in another direction
"Xiao di zhou na bian hor, zhe bian zho lo"
You sigh, bloody detour, freaking hungry.
You reach the destination
"CRYSTAL JADE"
You walk in and have your sumptuous la mian,
and you call for the bill.
What the fuck! GST and service charge makes up half the bill!
You curse and swear as you use your Citibank Credit Card.
You look at the receipt, they even charge you for the wet tissue.
You stop by Frolick and have a yoghurt.
Damn, this stuff's good. You have another one.
They give you badges for every purchase.
So much for saving the environment, you think.
The tummyache kicks in,
the la mian and yoghurt are at war in a highly acidic environment,
with a pH of 2, the enzymes kick in and try to stop the fight.
But the only resolution is the Golden Bowl.
So you flag a cab and stare at the metre.
Deja Vu. What the fuck! $3 for a start!
Damn it Uncle, you're making good money.
It used to be $2.50 for a flag down.
Used to be.
You take the cab home, the fastest route to your very own
Golden Bowl.
Uncle accelerates, breaks, accelerates, breaks.
"Uncle, ke yi zhou kuai yi dian mah? Wo du zi tong."
"Sorry ah xiao di! zhe bian jam, na bian jam, ta bai zho lo. Bo bian"
You curse and swear again,
why does everything have to be changing?
After a million years in the cab, you finally reach home
Taking out a fifty-dollar note, you give it to Uncle
"Bu yong zhao"
You're not expecting much change anyway.


Flush.


by Joash Lee

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