We went down to Lyman Orchards today to pick fruit and as silly as it sounds it is quite an exhilarating experience plucking a peach from a tree and eating it straight without any form of sterilization. Oh what modernization has done to us! And taking a bite out of a peach still hanging on the tree and leaving it hanging there with a hole; or taking a few bites from a picked peach and deciding it doesn't taste nice, tossing it and picking another one for another go....there's a strange liberation about eating peaches as you run about a peach orchard.
There's a hell lot of food here in the land of the plenty. I have to fight off the temptation of overeating at all the meals I've had here so far, but I guess after a few more weeks of ang moh food, I'd be sick all the way to the darkest corners of my stomach from another piece of bread or salad leaf and will be having hokkien mee dreams.
Today, there was a skit done by the Orientation Assistants which I felt kind of summed up the whole liberal attitudes quite alien to a Singaporean:
'I love nature, I love to go about barefoot, oooooh what's this in my hair....mmmmmm tastes nice. I am Wesleyan'
'Hey, welcome, help yourselves to the drinks. Ok, you've got to take off your clothes this is a naked party. We are Wesleyan'
'I am taking 8 classes. I am not Wesleyan.'
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