Day 6: The Close

After a long day of boredom and bad internet connection, my spirits are lifted somewhat. I guess it's because I actually talked to persons face to face. We humans are such social animals. No matter how introverted I am, I'm not autistic. I still need human company. I still need people to make conversations with.

Mass today was good. Not only was I lifted spiritually, I also met new people. I can't call any of them friends yet, but at least I know some of them now. There's a Christof (sp?) from Germany, Robert, Anna, and Anna from Poland, Heinmann (sp?) from Mexico originally and moved to the United States, Veera (sp?) from Lithuania, Sumi (sp?) from Japan, and Zurich (sp?) from I don't know where. Africa? Well, lookie here. I don't know the spelling to most of the names. They meet twice a week on Thursdays and Sundays after Mass. Great! I'll join them. I'll be going to Mass everyday anyway, since I have the time. And I need the company. Plus they go off one weekend a month to a cottage somewhere out of town. Great too! That will make one of my weekends less unbearable. And maybe meeting them more often, I'll get to know some of them better?

Which brings me to another thing. People are supposed to volunteer to bake something for the gatherings. I can't possible go there and just eat all the time, can I? So that means I need to do something. Does anyone have a nice recipe for an asian cake or something? Like some Malay cakes I know are steamed. But I don't have the recipe for any of it. All I know is that it's not a tapioca cake. I don't even know what a tapioca looks like let alone find it in the shops here. My old neighbour used to make it during Hari Raya and always gave some to us. Brownish on colour, very nice to eat. Anything will do, I guess. Beggers can't be choosers here. But it must be easy to cook, involves NO meat, and hopefully I can find all the ingredients here.

I realised it's very difficult to speak in Singlish when I'm not conversing with Singaporeans. When one of the Annas wanted to hear something in Singlish, I found it so difficult to come up with something. But it comes so naturally when I'm in Singapore. See. Who says Singaporeans can't speak proper English? Only when with own people, then no need so straight-laced mah. Relax a little lah. But at the end of it, she was so impressed that she wanted to learn it. Goodness! And our government is trying to eradicate its existance.

I think it's because the entire thing seems exotic to her. It seems like Europeans are enamoured with all things asian. Judo, taekwondo, karate, and so on are very popular in most European countries I heard. Well, I'm exotic. Ha ha. Then in that case, why aren't people coming up to talk to me more often? Why don't they invite me out or something? I'm exotic mah. Ha ha ha.

One can only hope life gets better. Cheers.