some thoughts i penned down whilst in the bunk...

the thing about ice kachang.

And as always, the gorgeous exterior looks ever so tempting with the hues of colourful syrup. Pink? Green? Add a dash of coconut milk to form bliss personified into mouth-watering dessert. It looks deceiving good. Enticing slowly, beckoning the customer into wilful disillusion and helpless submission. But doesnt this ring a bell to life's degrading self? The deception of issues pertaining to our very lives weans us away pitifully from the ideal perception of reality, and rather than comprehending the whole picture, the facade gleefully blurrs all attemps at looking things as they should be. Who canst resist the picturesque radiance of the vivid exterior? My mouth waters, i tuck in, hooked onto deceptively simple bait.

A swirl of the spoon reveals treasures aplenty. The priceless atapchees, the red and black jellies and the deep yellow corn pieces. It tastes good, too good to be true. The soothing sugar syrup delivers immense pleasure to the taste buds, what more could one ask for? My lips curl slyly into a smile, grining broadly at my newfound treasure. As if on cue, my hand lowers the spoon into the remains of the sweet mixture, melding both colours of syrup together as a result. Alas, the painful truth emerges. A thick, dull brown mixture results. Oh, the repugnance of the horrifying result! I quickly shun it, like a quick jolt to my senses, and walk purposefully away from it.

never start smoking. its a slippery downslope to irreturnable addiction.