I wonder why everyone (well, almost everyone) wants a sofa seat at the coffee-bars/house/place/shops/clubs/beans/bucks. What’s so enticing about the nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofa/couch they have here? Well, I guess it’s because these are nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofa/couches.
Thing is, everything that’s nice ain’t gonna stay nice forever. I’m not talking about some abstract ideology or sociology or psychology; I’m talking about sofas/couches at the coffee-bars/house/place/shops/clubs/beans/bucks.
Having sat here for almost an hour, trying very hard to tunnel the concepts of chemical equilibrium into the hard skull of mine, I’ve noticed the behaviors of the many patrons coming in and out of this place. Being the typical KS, no no… COMPETITIVE people of Singapore, we exercise the policy “get seats first; buy food later”; very much unlike our not so competitive friends, who usually “buy food first; look for seats later” and chance the risk of NOT getting a seat and thus end up walking around the place with a tray in their hands, looking… well, out-of-place.
Next, what I’ve observed is that once in the bar/house/place/shop/club/bean/buck, our eyes unavoidably lurk to the areas where the sofas/couches are – the areas where the nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofa/couches are. I don’t blame them because these seats are really nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat seats; as compared to the normal not-so-nice and hard and cold and not-that-comfortable stools which probably would give you a back and/or butt ache if you sit long enough. Interesting thing is that the lurking of the eye syndrome apparently strikes almost everyone: INCLUDING those who come in patrols or sections or squads or even companies (think army-lingo.) (I’m just short of seeing a battalion and division.) Well, with any little cow sense that they have, I bet they would have somehow noticed that the very FEW sofas/couches would probably NOT be able to fit ALL of ‘em. But I guess they just can’t help it. For whatever reason, TOO BAD GUYS.
Well, if they can’t find a nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofa/couch, they would usually settle for the normal seats. Now these seats ain’t that bad I say. Good stuff from some not-too-bad furniture stores (think b*rang-b*rang or IKE*). There’re the light but sturdy rattan ones (the ones with left over crumbs of pies, cakes and salads from the previous ‘sitter’, and the one before this, and the one before that, and the one… you get it ya?); the shiny even sturdier ones (which sometimes leave a frost bite on your backsides or thighs if your bottoms are thin or you’re not having anything underneath that bottom); the semi cushioned seats that are glued to the walls (and mostly with pen and liquid paper graffiti left by the hardworking students who were studying here before); and the colourful and clean looking plastic ones (which are obviously my favorite). They would get their drinks and food stuff and duly settle down and finish up what they have on their plates and in their cups (obviously some took a step further and left their mark in the rattan seats.) Things start to get really comfortable and the nice aromatic coffee gets things heated up. Cozy is the word. Things get cozy after a while.
BUT (I know I’m not supposed to start a sentence with ‘BUT’, BUT who cares anyway? I’m not taking English as my majors.) even as things gets cozy and our asses are warmed up to the seats, when someone from the sofas/couches signals the slightest intention to stand and leave, you can see how quickly we grab our coffee cups and cheesecake plates, getting ready to usurp the FINALLY available sofas/couches! It’s like an instinct of many of us; a little skirmish that had always been at the back of our heads from the very moment we settled for something less than the sofas/couches.
Now, I’m not saying that EVERYONE is like that. It just so happens that this is what I observed today. Maybe it’s cold here tonight; and everyone wants the nice warm seats. Who knows, people might be rushing to the cold aluminum stools when the heat gets high up one day.
Thing is, if you’re one of those suckers who are constantly eyeing the sofas/couches, maybe it’s time you take a closer look at the nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofas/couches you are sitting on.
Well, the one I’m on now has got even MORE crumbs in between the cushions of the sofa as compared to the rattans a couple of stains on the left and right, and sometimes you should wonder if there’re crumbs in here, and it’s all nice and warm, ain’t that a perfect breeding ground for, you know? Let your imagination run wild a little here peeps… … Good thoughts? And oh, ever saw that girl who took off her shoes and hung her leg over the arm rests or simply rested her feet on the arm rests (or did she even bother taking the shoes off?). Or some smart Alec sitting on the arm rests, talking to the one sitting on the sofa? Or maybe some other inconsiderate freak who wipes his/her ketchup/chilli sauce/thousand island/cheese/mayonnaise/coffee/tea/tears/perspiration/sweat/mucus (YES, liquid & solid) onto the arm rests. How convenient for ‘em eh? Yeah. And you jolly-well put your face on that same arm rest, figuring that it’s a really good spot to take a nap.
My point is all sofas aren’t like as what I’ve described above. Some are, and there ARE really nice and clean ones (cleaner and probably better than the ones we have at home). It’s still your arse sitting there, not mine. You take the pick. =)
And oh, I was sitting on the rattans before I shifted here. Go figure!
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Goodnight people. I have no idea where did all THAT come from. Just a moment of crappiness I guess. Coffee still rules and well, the sofas are still as comfortable as ever. Enjoy your weekend and if you’re feeling blue, find a sofa and have some nice coffee. It’s good for the soul. Really. Quote me.
Well, that’s if you can find a sofa.
Thing is, everything that’s nice ain’t gonna stay nice forever. I’m not talking about some abstract ideology or sociology or psychology; I’m talking about sofas/couches at the coffee-bars/house/place/shops/clubs/beans/bucks.
Having sat here for almost an hour, trying very hard to tunnel the concepts of chemical equilibrium into the hard skull of mine, I’ve noticed the behaviors of the many patrons coming in and out of this place. Being the typical KS, no no… COMPETITIVE people of Singapore, we exercise the policy “get seats first; buy food later”; very much unlike our not so competitive friends, who usually “buy food first; look for seats later” and chance the risk of NOT getting a seat and thus end up walking around the place with a tray in their hands, looking… well, out-of-place.
Next, what I’ve observed is that once in the bar/house/place/shop/club/bean/buck, our eyes unavoidably lurk to the areas where the sofas/couches are – the areas where the nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofa/couches are. I don’t blame them because these seats are really nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat seats; as compared to the normal not-so-nice and hard and cold and not-that-comfortable stools which probably would give you a back and/or butt ache if you sit long enough. Interesting thing is that the lurking of the eye syndrome apparently strikes almost everyone: INCLUDING those who come in patrols or sections or squads or even companies (think army-lingo.) (I’m just short of seeing a battalion and division.) Well, with any little cow sense that they have, I bet they would have somehow noticed that the very FEW sofas/couches would probably NOT be able to fit ALL of ‘em. But I guess they just can’t help it. For whatever reason, TOO BAD GUYS.
Well, if they can’t find a nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofa/couch, they would usually settle for the normal seats. Now these seats ain’t that bad I say. Good stuff from some not-too-bad furniture stores (think b*rang-b*rang or IKE*). There’re the light but sturdy rattan ones (the ones with left over crumbs of pies, cakes and salads from the previous ‘sitter’, and the one before this, and the one before that, and the one… you get it ya?); the shiny even sturdier ones (which sometimes leave a frost bite on your backsides or thighs if your bottoms are thin or you’re not having anything underneath that bottom); the semi cushioned seats that are glued to the walls (and mostly with pen and liquid paper graffiti left by the hardworking students who were studying here before); and the colourful and clean looking plastic ones (which are obviously my favorite). They would get their drinks and food stuff and duly settle down and finish up what they have on their plates and in their cups (obviously some took a step further and left their mark in the rattan seats.) Things start to get really comfortable and the nice aromatic coffee gets things heated up. Cozy is the word. Things get cozy after a while.
BUT (I know I’m not supposed to start a sentence with ‘BUT’, BUT who cares anyway? I’m not taking English as my majors.) even as things gets cozy and our asses are warmed up to the seats, when someone from the sofas/couches signals the slightest intention to stand and leave, you can see how quickly we grab our coffee cups and cheesecake plates, getting ready to usurp the FINALLY available sofas/couches! It’s like an instinct of many of us; a little skirmish that had always been at the back of our heads from the very moment we settled for something less than the sofas/couches.
Now, I’m not saying that EVERYONE is like that. It just so happens that this is what I observed today. Maybe it’s cold here tonight; and everyone wants the nice warm seats. Who knows, people might be rushing to the cold aluminum stools when the heat gets high up one day.
Thing is, if you’re one of those suckers who are constantly eyeing the sofas/couches, maybe it’s time you take a closer look at the nice and soft and warm and comfortable and good-to-sit-and-chat sofas/couches you are sitting on.
Well, the one I’m on now has got even MORE crumbs in between the cushions of the sofa as compared to the rattans a couple of stains on the left and right, and sometimes you should wonder if there’re crumbs in here, and it’s all nice and warm, ain’t that a perfect breeding ground for, you know? Let your imagination run wild a little here peeps… … Good thoughts? And oh, ever saw that girl who took off her shoes and hung her leg over the arm rests or simply rested her feet on the arm rests (or did she even bother taking the shoes off?). Or some smart Alec sitting on the arm rests, talking to the one sitting on the sofa? Or maybe some other inconsiderate freak who wipes his/her ketchup/chilli sauce/thousand island/cheese/mayonnaise/coffee/tea/tears/perspiration/sweat/mucus (YES, liquid & solid) onto the arm rests. How convenient for ‘em eh? Yeah. And you jolly-well put your face on that same arm rest, figuring that it’s a really good spot to take a nap.
My point is all sofas aren’t like as what I’ve described above. Some are, and there ARE really nice and clean ones (cleaner and probably better than the ones we have at home). It’s still your arse sitting there, not mine. You take the pick. =)
And oh, I was sitting on the rattans before I shifted here. Go figure!
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Goodnight people. I have no idea where did all THAT come from. Just a moment of crappiness I guess. Coffee still rules and well, the sofas are still as comfortable as ever. Enjoy your weekend and if you’re feeling blue, find a sofa and have some nice coffee. It’s good for the soul. Really. Quote me.
Well, that’s if you can find a sofa.
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