Now that song is stuck in your head, right? What can I say? I am a cruel, cruel woman.

Few things, however, are more evil than last night’s this morning’s 5:00 a.m. bedtime as it is merely a sign of things to come!* Oh the joys of law school! Hurray!

Speaking of joys, I just love how they clean things here. NOT! (I am a child of the early 90s, forgive me for that never gets old.) Like, I love how the cleaners just slap on their wellies and hose down the bathrooms with fresh soap-free water. I especially love how it’s just a regular old hose with piddly water pressure, not one of those turbo blaster things my father, Linwood Barclay and many a straight, suburban man with disposable income love to use on the weekends much to the chagrin of their angsty, crunchy granola children. I love how everything from the ceiling to the floor gets wet with this filthy water. I love imagining the filth just getting spread around from the toilets and floors onto the walls of the stalls. I love how the toilet paper roll gets wet. I even love how the cleaners do a haphazard squeegee job and there’s always stagnant water left to attract dengue-fever infected breeding mosquitoes. You know what else I love? I really, really love that as I type this, there is a rubber boot-clad cleaner standing in an inch of water casually pointing a hose at the very toilet in which I would like to empty my aching bladder. I love it!

If you hadn’t noticed (which I am sure you have since you so astute), facetiousness is one of my many ways to deal with this funny thing called life. Indeed, I recognize that I’ve got it good and that there are much bigger problems in this world. You know, huge evils like William Bennett, his big fat mouth, shrivelled heart/brain and the limited response of America,the tragic Bali bombings and continued carnage in Iraq etc. etc. etc. THAT, my friends, is why I do what I do! That is why I am studying all of this stuff. Going crazy picking at that legal theory, asking the philosophical questions, trying to wrap my head around international treaties that protect basic human rights. That’s what I’m going to be doing this whole day (and hopefully not night…*groan*).

And you know, that is part of the reason why I am so grateful for everything in my life. It amazes me that I can spend all this time problematizing major world problems on paper in hopes of making the world a better place, but I can do all this without worrying that I will be a victim of such true evils.

On a more trivial level, I am grateful to be able to even long for cuisine that some people have never even tried!

More importantly, I am grateful for being right here, right now. I wouldn’t trade this experience for anything in the world. Never fear, dear friends, I’m the same open-minded (open-bellied?) foodie you’ve always known. And so, I’ll shut right up about those minor cravings because while I’m here, I’ll happily munch on that to-die-for Hainan chicken rice, chili kangkong, sambal squid, BBQ stingray, nyonya laksa, nyonya fish head curry, simple yong tau foo, hokkien mee, claypot frog, bak kut teh, char kwai teoy, Indian mee goreng, meaty murtabak, roti prata, thosai/dosai masala, kaya toast, ice kacang, ice chendol and of course, neon pink Teochew glutinous png kueh (though my grandmother’s classic white ones are still better!)

I only wish that those I love could be here to share in all that yummy goodness. So no, I don’t want to trade places with Mr. Bergstrom or anyone else. I just want you to come on over and makan with me!

Speaking of eating, I think I’m going to fill my belly. I think the “Muslim Food” stall calls today. Mmmmm…beef curry. *Homer Simpson drooling*

This entry was posted on Sunday, October 2nd, 2005 at 9:23 pm and is filed under The Sacred and Mundane.
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