Lunching with myself

1:15pm. Control-Alt-Delete. Say hi to my colleagues and bye I am off to a long awaited lunch place. National University of Singapore, Arts Canteen. Been a while since I was last here. Once I got down the shuttle bus I am greeted by non-stop flow of NUS kids. It is hard to imagine I was once like them for four years.

I took the lift at the old admin building to fourth floor. In the same lift carries me and two other NUS girls. Not so pretty but definitely NUS-ish. Roll my eye ball. Luckily it was for a short while listening to their hollow conversation. After the lift there is a long walk of fame leading to the arts canteen. This is really the walk of fame for many students. From point A to point B it is like a red carpet walk for some. Stopping every other step to say hi to a friend and start exchanging totally dump questions nonchalantly. “ Just finish tutorial ah ? “ or “ Hey what modules u taking ?” , amongst many other totally ridiculous questions. If you were once a rebel student there you will know what I mean. Imagine it is one month to exams and you still dare to ask “ Hey you bought that XXX textbook already ? “ .

I walked straight faced down this hall of fame. Never was I a celebrity in arts coz I was suppose to eat in engineering canteen just across the street. But my eyes are working harder than my heart muscles. Screening thru every lady that walked pass me, both towards and away from me. There was this girl who tried to give me a slanted eye when I was looking at her. Totally accepted the myth that she is the prettiest of all on earth. A lot of girls in NUS are like that. They think they are just one up. Beauty and brains. Usually they are wrong in both cases.

Well I must say it is a very busy time for my eyes. The dressing is getting more and more revealing. SHORT SKIRTS. God damn short can. If they bend down probably you will not see any underwear. Vacumm or the most G strings. FLowy short skirts. Those that when you walk it will bounce up a little at the back. Just before it hits the underwear line or cellulite which ever comes first it will start to fall back. God I am just wasting time pushing my luck. Oh well… so skirts are the in thing.

I ordered Indian food. Indians are the only people who will call u ‘brother’ even if you don’t know them. So I told my new found brother what I wanted and paid happily for the big plate of nasi Briyani. The most important part of the lunch comes after buying the food. It is WHERE you sit that is of utmost urgency. Today I choose to build nest at this table which in front of my 2 metres away sits a girl facing me wearing yellow shirt. Tight. With a god grace C cup.

SO near yet so far. But for sure you know underneath that C cup is a D cup full of fats. One hand not enough. So my lunch was mostly fats. Or more elegantly ice cream.

Many many different kind of girls exist in this very glamours arts canteen. The bricks of the canteen haven’t change a single bit. It is what is housed that changed. Culture, attitude, values.

I used to sit in the canteen almost everyday during school term to look at the crowd. Most popular you can see a group of girls coming from the same lecture for lunch. Holding on to their files frantically try to get seats. Funnily the pretty ones lump together to form a group. Not so pretty ones usually eat with not so pretty ones. So you have all the best in a girl. Nice shirt, dress with nice bra and undies. Nice hand phone, Best cosmetics, nice Prada bag and G’earth foolscap pad sitting down in arts canteen. Some eat only fruits for lunch. Of course no matter how glam you want yourself to look in the end it is still what you eat that makes you a true blue Singaporean. “ Auntie, Laksa, Mi Fen, Bu hao Ham “

Guys on the other hand have a better mixture of who they are with. Usually either all guys or a good mixture and of course BUAYAs who eat EXCLUSIVELY with one one girl from his new tutorial class. Look around carefully you will see them populating the seats beside the cliff. Green tables of the arts canteen. Just by observing their conversation you will be well amused and see thru the real face of a man. WOLF!!!!

Chop chop … Finish my lunch, molested about 100 girls with my eyes and off I went to get my cup of fruit juice. A must get at arts canteen. Mango Strawberry. One of the best combination. And of course going along with that is a galore of pretty girls with revealing clothes. One caught my eye when I was lining up. She was wearing a bare shoulder dress. Half of her back can be seen. Short skirt of course. God I wonder how much cosmetics she has on her face. You mean you need mascara to get a first class degree?

Not much time left after the long queue. Stroll down to the Forum where the Malay Tudung girls populate the hugh steps of the Forum discussing seemingly the same thing ever since I have been here 6 yeas ago. Same kind of things they discuss in the same kind of manner. So maybe besides the bricks we have found something that has not change. The Tudung Girls. Loners.. yes I left them out. Some of them like to sit like a Guan Ying on the steps seemingly reading their book. I dunno how many of them graduated as first class honours this way. Still a myth.

NUS coop has really transformed. Now it is like a good MPH. But one thing I wish that will not change is the cashier aunties. I know them well and they recognize me.

Well time to be back to office again. Refeshed. With my cup of fruit juice in hand I hopped on the shuttle bus leaving this place that I know for sure has so much history and more to be made in just the way we would not like it to go.