from supper at newton on tuesday night (with cat, yen, kelvin, gerald and nick - the ’sydney gang’, as kelvin has termed us) and post-dinner slacking at city hall just this evening with ian and gang reminded me of the strangeness of our culture of gastronomy and how hysterically funny it can be.
saysen’s and ian’s [...]

we are very similar, you and i, for better or worse.
we think alike, you observed with a grin (that mischievous, endearing grin).
we fear alike too.
if we didn’t ’say very much’ i don’t think it was because we had nothing to say.

ken’s dream, et al:
right then, it’s settled. we’re moving to canada. all of us. (ok so far kat felice ian ken and i.)
if the queen of england deems canada as the answer who are we to argue? *grin*

to love life and myself again.
even if it only exists in the transient space of vacation i am (and in reminiscence will be) glad and grateful.
everything is interesting and a joy — or in being interesting, a joy. every moment holds an idea or a question to pursue, a thought wanting expression, an observation to [...]

visited vj on tuesday; popped into the tsd studio to say hello to lofty and got roped into helping with/participating in 1st year pracs..!
when lofty introduced me to the class as being from the 97 batch the looks on their faces drove home the fact that it’s been a while (has it really been 6 [...]

back in the comfortable, the familiar. enjoying the warmth of not only the weather and friends, but also of knowing exactly where you are and what you’re doing. the comfort of habit so often repeated as to become instinct. there is a certain value to that sort of assurance.
it was australia day yesterday (the 26th); [...]

and my face spread into an uncontrollable grin.
it may have something to do with craving warmer weather — it seems in my visiting toronto i brought with me some of the coldest weather they’ve had in a long while.
oops.
please take it with you when you go..! he joked as we trotted shiveringly down queen street.
i [...]

fri 10th jan, train.
telling him about uncle kok hee last night made me think that i’m still unsure about how i’m/whether i’m dealing with it. maybe it’s the strength of the emotional instinct — the physical manifestation in the clenching of the gut, the almost nausea, the choke of the throat — made strange by [...]

she dreamt he came to her, face contorted with the effort of controlling his countenance, eyes shot with tell-tale redness, cheeks white-dusted with salinic residue.
i can’t, he said. i want to tell her, but i can’t.
she remembered the re-reading of his electronic correspondance, full of argh and i don’t know. the years of friendship between [...]

with every new destination i think my holiday will wind down to easy placidity.
with every destination i find myself surprised. another meeting, another occurence, presenting layers new and old but all complex and riddled with questions.
am i in trouble but just don’t know it yet?
probably.
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folks in singapore: will be back on the 26th. after weeks [...]