Excursion.
Just got back to my room. Had a cappella practice from 11 pm last night, all the way till around 3 in the morning. We’ve pretty much nailed In The Still Of The Night by now. My bass part consists mainly of tum tum tums but still it’s kinda fun. Next song’s gonna be more complicated… hope things turn out well.
Impromptu outing at 3.15am with some people from hall and one guy from hall 12. 13 in all. Made our way to Jurong Port in a lorry to buy fish. Well, not all of us, just a selected few. The rest simply went along for the ride. Had to swap our ICs for visitors’ passes at the checkpoint on the way in.
The place is basically a huge fish market. Thank goodness I was wearing slippers. Heartfelt condolences to those clad in sneakers which readily soaked up the fishy liquid which sloshed around in copious quantities.
The bustle was unbelievable, contributed mainly by old men pushing cartloads of seafood around the place. Everywhere you looked, there was fish. On the floor. In cartons. In baskets. In crates. Fish fish fish. The smell reminded me of a kelong. Also witnessed the dismemberment of live fish. (trivia: the things still wriggle and jump after being chopped in half.)
Walked around a bit, then bought breakfast on the way back.
Ate at the 37 stone table with Samuel. Rest of the world went back to their rooms with their food.
Showered. Clothes reek of fish.
Sun’s rising as I type this… maybe it’s time to go to bed.
Gary @ 25 Jan 2003 :: Old Deadjournal posts :: No Comments »