Cowboy Caleb the liberal arts, grown-up stuff & random mischief

Our Coffeshop

The nature of the place where I live at the moment in Singapore boggles the mind. It is so residential that we only have one miserable coffee shop to cater to the entire neighbourhood. It is there that I descend on a daily basis to seek nourishment for my mortal bones. Everybody who sups there is known to me. There is the crazy woman with the little ratdog. Then we have the family with sad looking dejected kids and don’t forget the kopi-kia who makes an art out of ignoring customers.

So I was there the other afternoon having a tasty plate of roti prata with my neighbour, Terz. I was wondering why he had this look on his face. Did I smell bad? Was it a bad hair day? The dude kept looking through me. It was nerve wrecking. He was telling me about his problems and looking at me in a funny way.

I wondered if I was in any way connected to this problems. Or maybe I was part of the problem.

Then he went on to death and blogs, which lead to him totally rewriting the plot to this idea about a short film about bloggers.

Later I realized. He was staring at this disgusting dude behind that kept spitting into the drain at the side. Oh gross. I sitting right there and there were cooties in the air.

Airborne cooties!

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u stay at lengkong tiga?

That’s right! I recognise this place as Lengkong Tiga too! Ha, ha, ha… :D I move there in 1989 from Marine Parade. Lived there until 2003 when i got married and moved to stinky Sengkang. I miss Kembangan. It’s a peaceful, quiet, wonderful place. This coffeeshop was recently renovated and had a change of tenants. Now the western food stall seems to be enjoying brisk business :)

With regards to that disgusting bugger who kept spitting, he should be banned from a lovely place like Lengkong Tiga.