I had the strangest dream last night that I was in some mall somewhere, and the food court was closing but I was hungry, looking for something simple to eat before the place closed. I wanted to get something from those stalls that sell snacks like deep-fried fishballs, sausages or nghohiang. But there was no one manning that stall. I eventually went to some kind of Malay stall, and got some stuff consisting of either curry or sayur lodeh. The man also gave me some prata, so I was pretty happy. Some other random stuff happened, meeting people here and there. But eventually we ended up at Dhoby Ghaut MRT station.

And then we had to part ways. For some reason I was going to Novena MRT station.

To be honest I really don't know why, because I've only ever passed by Novena MRT once or twice over the eight months I was in Singapore (perhaps only once, the time I stopped at Bishan). Maybe it just left an impression on me because I liked the way the lady on the PA system says "Novena."

Maybe Dhoby Ghaut was in my mind because the other day I was thinking about the PA announcement that says something similar to, "Going to China Town or Little India? Alight at Dhoby Ghaut station and take the free SMRT shuttle bus!"

Anyway, the most recent few times taking the bus here in Waterloo, it was my first reflex to want to tap my wallet somewhere when getting on and off the bus. But it doesn't work here that way... the bus driver just might look at you strange.

I'm still pretty good at opening the rear doors of the newer GRT buses that use contactless sensors. The trick is to use your whole arm instead of just waving your hand.

Other random things, when riding on the bus with Jesse, a group of guys got on and for some reason were all carrying one or two bottles of beer each (?). One of them suddenly exclaims rather loudly, "I hate Asians." Jesse just kind of smiled at me.

I just wonder if he would have said the same thing in Singapore, or if I wasn't the only Asian guy at the back of the bus with them. But you know, something tells me that he still might have been that brazen. But that just seems unwise.

One of the things I'd tell people upon arriving back in Toronto was that people in Canada are more friendly when compared to Asia. I should probably rephrase that saying that public service people are in general more friendly.

When it comes to average run-of-the-mill college students, people here are probably a lot less reserved than they should be.

Or am I just being too politically correct about things?