singapore’s 18-degree humidity: a drummer’s tale of muddle and mosquitoes

so i didn’t even know i was supposed to pack an umbrella. the weather app said 18 degrees and i thought that was a typo. turns out it was accurate. 18.25 degrees,give or take sweat. i just checked and it’s that clingy 18-degree feeling that sticks to your skin like a bad memory. it’s not cold, it’s not warm, it’s that weird in-between where your shirt smells like old sweat and determination. hope you like that kind of thing.

now, about the neighbors. if you get bored, singapore is just a short drive away. but not in a good way. the city’s like a giant maze of air-con and hawkers. one guy next door runs a ‘vintage’ umbrella stand but i saw him using a plastic one dipped in coconut water. are we in 2023 or 1987? who knows. i heard that somewhere, anyway.

reviews? oh yeah. someone at a café told me the mrt was haunted. not by ghosts, just by that one train that stops for 10 minutes longer every other week. another person warned me about the kopitiam near cham necessarily. they said the owner would start crying if you asked for a cheeseburger. i’m not sure if that’s true but i’m keeping a mental note.

let me paint you a picture. i was at this place called Lau Pa Sat and it rained. not lightly, like that dramatic shower you see in movies. it was a monsoon. i had to hold my camera upside down to take a photo of a street artist trying to paint a mural of a giant guitar. his face was underwater. he didn’t care. probably a pro move if you ask me.

if you want to avoid this chaos, check out this spot on tripadvisor for dry pockets of calm. yelp has a review about a hawker stall that sells durians in a cone. local boards say to avoid the void deck at 0300 hours because the ghost of a session drummer haunts it. i don’t know if that’s true but i would bet on it.

here’s a map if you want to get lost:


pictures? here’s some noise:

so yeah. singapore at 18 degrees is like trying to play drums in a sauna. you sweat, you miss notes, and you question all life choices. but hey, the mosquitos? they’re just part of the rhythm. find a fan. or a priest. or both.

p.s. if you’re a foodie, someone told me this place called Maxwell’s is overrated. another person said it’s the best. i’m not sure. ask a local. or don’t. i’m too tired to care.

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