"Colonialism"

PART ONE

Colonialism is invariably connected with imperialism, which sparkles ages of controversy and vehement discussion about the justification of this action. Lists of "cons" and "pros" can be packed into bundles, however, I am not here to dabble this one of the most mysterious politic arena. The new "colonialism" that I mentioned was an interesting and friendly one.Nor does it have any connection with the so called "slavery trade" and "triangular route", nor does it lead to the squabbles and fray which will possibly give rise to the creation of a "new century feud" or something of the Mentague & Capulet sort.

Being a coloniser is good. Here, I deliberately use an abstract word. What is "good" anyway? Never mind, it just makes me feel great to be the coloniser of our pantry table... (don't throw eggs or rotten tomatoes to me)

Stepping into our pantry, what you will see are piles of books, stocks of exercise books, a caculator cover by a slice of dragon fruit skin, a curve ruler being reformed into the shape of "Singapore Flyer", an E- dictionary with dozzy puppy stickers, foolscap paper with SS essays hidden in it, a "TIME" magazine whose cover I almost peeled off, and a pair of flip-flops which I intend to emancipate my calloused feet while carry out my study responsibilities. These are the things that I need to occupy this large orange table which can sleep two people. Thus, I began my day.

Day in, day out, I pile my stuff there and enjoy the peace and serenity. The pantry is surrounded by trees, so I can reach out to catch a leaf any time I want, although I never attempt to harm our mother earth by stripping off the factory of the plants. The twittering of the birds is the first thing to greet me and wake me up in a drowsy morning. Besides this, I still have to drink from the cold water fountain in a barbaric way to chill and refresh my mind from a long and exhausting reverie. Busy studying. Rest with FM radio. Busy studying. Rest with Oreo. Busy studying. Rest with a chit-chat. Busy studying. Rest with a dragon fruit. Busy studying. Rest with a nail file. Busy studying. Rest with a shower and a towel. Busy studying. Rest with an exciting phone call.

"Do a hazelnut for me!!!"

"Gah bung!"

I am refreshed and refuelled again...

Busy studying...

PART TWO

Yesterday afternoon, I was unfortunately caught by a surge of unexpected shopping mania and was undeterred to go out.

3.45p.m. Not a soul in the Clementi Avenue One. I shouted and yelled and ran amok like a bird being freed from a cage or a prisoner being released from the Bastille. Scurrying in the supermarket and colliding with crowds of customers converted all my kinetic energy into thermal energy and finally I ended my interminable repetition of picking up a thing and putting it back to the position with a deep breath. I am not a captive of hedonism, anyway.(Nor am I a philosopher). Staggering onto the bus, I could feel that an Eurasian passenger was stupefied by my somewhat strange countenance. I ignored his acquisitive and awkwardly keen stare and alighted after two stops. (I remembered that once I forgot to press the "stop" button and the bus carried me all the way to the NUS. As the bus passed my comfort zone, I thought that it was leading me to the middle of nowhere, the expressway to me was a way to the inferno..that experience happened at night and made me disgruntled about Singapore bus system,allowing MRT to become my preference of travelling )

Back to my "colony", I put my stuff into the refrigerator of the pantry and began my secular, stoic, andascetic life again.

A not bad colony. A not bad ivory tower. A not bad place for me file my nails. A not bad table for me nod my head off at extreme night.

A not bad colonist, that is:)

" Do a hazelnut!!!"

"Gar bung, bite you!"

" Do a hazelnut!!!"

" Gar bung, gah bung!!"

I have no mirror, so I cannot see.

"Gar bung..."