I watch as you maneuver in your cool yet sometimes awkward demeanor, as you allow your personal hygiene to plant that pimple, as you change your mind about me and our future. I watch, standing in the same spot, feet chained firmly to the ground.

Reminiscing the year and a half, the ups and downs, a crack was creeping its way down the middle. Diverging destinations, it's something we cannot control.

But sometimes, I just miss you so much it's hard to contain.

The end is not near, it's here. Yes it is. 3 days till I return. No more gallivanting the streets of Melbourne cos I'm financially all wrung out, plus I still have a fair bit to pack. More of the simple pleasures for the next few days. Lying in the park with my hot coffee, having taro milk tea to go, watch the cute french waiter serve me awesome french crepes... And I reckon that's all the time I have. Oh well, I will be back in December. Albeit the weather won't be as wonderful as the last couple of days, in fact, it would be quite horrendous come December, but I reckon I will miss ValleyGirl and Forever New and Supre and EasyWay's taro milk tea and chilli eggs at Cafe Sweetheart too much to care about the scorching sun rays on my face, searing me to a tender rare.

And that's 1 for the drama queen in me.

Ok. Don't have that much time to spend sitting in front of my computer. See you SG-eans soon!

It's nights like these, cold quiet and sleepless, that I miss the familiarity of city noise. Not so much here in Melbourne though.

It's an ungodly hour and I should be comatosed from too much to eat but I'm absolutely awake. Waking at 3 in the afternoon is having an effect on me. Not so sure I like it. Time to reform. Not only sleeping pattern wise.

Ok, no. Fine. After Defqon. Last time, promise!

Speaking of eating too much, I've a serious case of the chubby cheeks. Square jaws + excessive fatty tissue on cheeks renders pudgy looking photos of yours truly. Whipping out the Shaping Facial Lift from Clarins again.

I miss home. As in, Singapore. But the prospect of leaving Melbourne is rather heart wrenching too. Heart wrenching in the "I wanna hold on to this forever" kind of way. Yet I have my bouts of homesickness ever so often. I miss my friends dearly, and my parents even more. I suppose it's time to start life, and stop trying to put a halt to the next chapter.

Being coherent at this time of the night/morning is not exactly prime.

I feel like I have nothing to show except my grades and maybe a year worth of working experience to boot. I need to achieve something, somewhere. Something laudable. But I don't feel enough motivation to get it done. I just end up sleeping till 3 in the afternoon and have dinner, bubble tea and sleep again. A vicious cycle I can't seem to find the will to break.

Ok, resolution time. After an approximately 6 hours kip, I will get my life back on track. Time for bed.

xoxo

Hi blog, I've forsaken you to the bowels of the web. But no longer, I pledge thee.

Slightly more than a month has passed and so much has changed. For so many of us, Melbourne will cease to be the present. And in the midst of all the goodbyes and the moving on, we realise that change is the only constant. Utterly cliche but so very true. What the future holds, we'd never know, all we know is right now, today, we have a birthday / farewell dinner and, hopefully, few tears.

For me, Melbourne will fade into a cherished memory come Oct. By a stroke of luck and the blessing of a higher power, I managed to gather enough funds to not only buy another return ticket between Melbourne and Singapore, but also stay on comfortably between the time my student visa expires till Oct. Expenses include Sydney and maybe another mini trip somewhere a drive away.

The end of Melbourne for me will mean a lot of conclusions, and hopefully there will be sufficient warm hello, again back home to counter the previous chapter's closure.

I moving out of the city and into the subs. For people who drive, it's not a bad thing. Best of both the hussle and the quiet. And for people such as myself, who drive without a legitimate license, it's alright too.

Ok, no. I jest. I promise you I would never endanger myself or the good citizens behind the wheel. I swear.

I finally have to rely on the good nature of public transport here in Melbourne. Let's hope I don't get too well acquainted with break downs and delays and all the funny what knots they have here.

On the plus side about moving out, I get to stay in Melbourne longer! :D When all else fails, there's always the good ol' trusty Tourist Visa, which will be my ticket to staying in Melbourne for another 3 months. Defqon 1 here I come! :)))

On a different note, everybody's rather stressed out / down these days. You find that transitions don't always flow as smoothly as you'd like them to. After close to 3 weeks of tearing my hair out and farming stress pimples, I finally came to terms with my predicament and stopped trying so hard to be in control of everything, especially things that are beyond me. If a country doesn't want you, there's no point fighting so hard and be on the monetary losing end just to stay for a couple more months. Be where you're celebrated, not tolerated.

What the hell is happening to me. Whatever happened to Ms Glass Half Empty. Must be all the bad company. Optimism rubbing off on me.

After blogging for 2 straight days, I actually devised a personal goal of blogging everyday for a month. Well.. so much for that. Haha!

My peak period's over! :D Happys.

But I'm not quite done yet. There's still a group assignment due next week, but I'm hoping that'll be a breeze, and I will officially be done with Uni! And come December 2010, they will finally bestow me my BA. I would then officially be a Professional Communicator. Ha!

When I was just a toddler, I would usually get lost in my own reveries of being in university. I thought then that if and when I graduate with a BA, I would have the world at my feet and working knowledge of the entire universe at my fingertips. I always envisioned university graduates to be the epitome of intelligence and knowledge. Like, they are pretty much God, minus the whole omnipresent bit. HA! Naive, I was. I get confused trying to discern the different kinds of parliaments and governments, and the jargon just drives me up the freaking wall. Knowledge at my fingertips, my ass. You learn as you grow older and as you attempt to open your illiberal little eyes, that it's just utterly impossible to ascertain all existing knowledge. So yes, after living abroad for 1 and a half years and more than 10 research essays later, I'm only imperceptibly more well informed than I was before. And who knows, come few years down the road I'll forget some things I knew before. Oblivion FTW yo!

Moving onnn. The only reason I'm typing such a lengthy entry today is because *drum roll* I'm in the suburbs. I feel horrid for being such a bad sister. I've been absolutely engrossed in my own life, friends and work and I practically draw a blank on my brother. I only thought of him once in the last 30 days. :( But it's ok, I'm making up for it now, subjecting myself to the barren of the suburbs. City kid talk. I don't have a clue how I'm going to survive here when I move in come July. I foresee a lot of stayovers at friends'. Note to Melbourne city palsies: Please be nice and come visit me and don't forget me.

Ok. Bed beckons. Yum cha tomorrow, bright and early at 1.15pm! xo

Something about having my contact lenses absent from my eyes for more than 3 days straight isn't working out for me. The last time I had an eye infection saw the same process. I remained bespectacled for 3 days, slipped on my contacts after those 3 days, woke up with an eye infection the next. Maybe I should scrutinize the integrity of my lenses everytime I leave them the case for more than 72 hours at a time. Bahh.

Yesterday, I couldn't open my left eye when I woke. It was sealed shut by eye goo. Today it was my right eye. Taking turns I see.

Oh yes, remember that ineffable feeling I was raving about yesterday? Well, that's evolved into something different. But still ineffable. It's developed a very mild sense of aversion, yet still fairly luring at the same time. Not the same kind of luring nor the same degree as before, but it still pulls in its own way.

I'm searching for the fire and the passion, but it's all been reduced to being.. friendly. You were right, it's never a good thing when someone says "we need to talk".

Oh am gee. What am I doing. Please go and work on your essay Val.

This emotion that I'm feeling is.. ineffable. And I'm rather perturbed by my inability to put my finger on it. I'd imagine this has a lot to do with my bouts of out-of-body experiences recently, and the precipitation that took place in a whim. And thanks to that I won't ever be able to figure out what I'm feeling and what I felt before. I can only hope now it will all fade with the submission of my essay on Thursday. Speaking of which, I could not have chosen a more inappropriate time to be mulling over something so peripheral compared to my major essay that's due in less than 48 hours. How many words do I have right now? 108. How many do I need? 2000. What a time to be dismayed to such a degree.

What's worse is that I'm out of comfort snacks to battle all these disconcertions, meaning the essay + indescribable feeling stress. Oh and let's not forget that my studenthood ends on the 9th. And that means it's time for me to get my act together, send out some resumes and pray that someone out there wants to hire me.

Food for thought, before I immerse myself in essay sweat: Do you, like me, actually secretly get quite ticked off over a passing (may not be, but it sure was a quick one) comment by a friend? And spend moments after that playing it over in your head and getting riled up inside?

You've been so perfect to me. You've made so much effort in making sure everything would please me. You've gone lengths to make me happy. But why is it that I'm not happy now. Instead I feel terrible. I feel like I can't do the same for you. I feel like I can't give you how much you give me. You would give up an overseas internship for me, but I can't even decide to go back to Sg with you in July. This is not right. I'm starting to think you deserve so much more than what I can give. I don't want you to adjust your expectations anymore. I don't want you to settle.

I cannot believe I almost typed in my student number and student password to enter my blogger. I actually started typing S-3-2-2 before I realised I wasn't logging on to an academic portal. Uni is driving me over the edge.

What's so tough about the last semester is the feeling of utter nonchalance about everything uni related. Well, for the most part of the 12 weeks that is. Now that the 12 weeks is about to be up, all the major assignment deadlines start to hover closer and closer over your head and you can't help but be bothered by it's impending end, and feel unequivocally STRESSED. Doesn't help that I have 2 major essays this semester that are due in the same week! Barely 3 days apart. Not to mention 1 photo essay, 1 presentation + 1000 word accompaniment and a PR campaign all due in the weeks before and after. And the very OCD me find it an astronomical challenge to work on all these assignments, especially the essays, simultaneously! I have to go from politics, democracy, modernization, Japan, to globalisation, communication, the human body, facebook, to media releases, media blasts, radio scripting, to muay thai, culture, the West, globalisation!

I NEED TO DO ONE THING AT A TIME. CHANNEL ALL ENERGY AND FOCUS ON 1 SINGLE ASSIGNMENT AT A GO, FINISH, THEN MOVE ON. This switching from one thing to another is causing a brain tumour. I FUCKING FEEL IT.

Also, I feel like running myself into the wall. Why in the world did I think I could write a paper on democracy?! WHAT GAVE ME THAT IDEA MAN. Sure, it's suppose to link back to "Asian Values" and cultural studies is quite my thing, but democracy, being the other half of it, is in every respect, NOT MY THING.

And PR, OMG PR. I didn't even make it to the client briefing. You know, the client briefing? The meeting that is the backbone and spinal fluid of the project? That without it, the project will cease to exist? Yes. That. I missed it. And you know what salvaged me having been absent? NOTHING. NOT EVEN MY 2 OTHER GROUP MATES WHO DIDN'T MAKE IT EITHER. Tell me now, or rather, how exactly are we going to go about this? RHETORICAL QUESTION BY THE WAY.

And photography! The one thing I look forward to had to be a flop on my first attempt. No thanks to having chosen a sucky location! Stupid Luna Park. You were such a waste of time and effort. And you don't want to get me started on how many times I had to change from tram to bus and back to tram again just to get to that freaking place because a stretch of the stupid tram tracks were under construction!

OH MY GOD, CAN ANYONE HEAR MY PAIN?! DO YOU FEEL IT?!

Something I got off a friend's page:

When you know it in your heart thats what you are meant to do, pursue it relentlessly. and what needs to happen now is to be given the right opportunities, a little luck and the chance to shine.

I miss being driven and wanting something so bad that nothing else will do. I think I let my ambitions die because reality made it seem unrealistic and unattainable. But I know now that it can be. It could be. It may take me years, but I still want to get there. And when I do, I will know for sure that dreams can come true. BBC radio, I'm gonna get you.

I don't think I've ever been this jaded. I haven't felt happy for what feels like a thousand years. Can't remember what being happy feels like.

I've been having one of those dreams where everything you touch seems to be massively bigger than you are. But you're the same size and whatever you touch is actually in proportion to you. But as you touch this seemingly normal sized slice of meat / piece of bread / lollipop, it all of a sudden morphs into something giant sized and all effort in trying to move the thing ends in futility.

What a dream. Way to make a person feel small.

And once again, paranoia plagues me. This space isn't safe anymore. But then again, when was it ever?

Don't you think it's time to apologise? Most definitely not, because you go ahead doing everything guilt-free and with no remorse. But what did I expect from you? Honestly, I don't know either. But I know I've never asked you for anything.

I'm trying to get to the root of my problem.

Maybe yoga and pilates will help.

Thank you for being by me while I puked my guts all over the toilet bowl. For sacrificing your beloved sleep to be by my side. For going out early in the morning and getting me Gatorade. For making the appointment and going to the clinic with me. For settling the medication and the bill while I sat in a corner willing myself to feel better. For going back out again to buy pain meds. For taking me to the hospital. For registering and waiting with me at emergency and trauma. For being in the room with me the entire time. For bringing me home and putting me into bed. For making sure I felt better. For loving me. Thank you.

The hospital was an experience. Getting food poisoning here isn't the same as it is in Singapore. Even though it's the mildest I've ever gotten, the measures that were taken just to get better were astronomically more than what I usually get in Singapore. In Singapore, a jab or a pill up the anal cavity and an 8 hour nap was all I usually needed, but here, omg. After a futile visit to the clinic and 2 courses of their useless meds later, I went to the hospital only to wait another 2 hours in pain before they finally gave me a bed. This was after a whole night of alternating between my bed and the bit of floor in front of my toilet bowl.

I stayed approximately 5 hours in the hospital and even after I was discharged I wasn't completely well. Stomach still felt sore and I still couldn't sleep for more than an hour straight when I got home. Only after some hot lotus root soup (courtesy of Kenny) was I able to fall asleep proper.

Speaking of which, the drama with food poisoning and the hospital made me realise how blessed I am. Despite recently having had a friendship ending in a debacle (and me reacting to it like it was the end of the world and made me consider moving my life to a different place on the globe), the being in the hospital business showed that I was surrounded with people who care. Ys's phone barely stopped ringing and mine was going off every half an hour or so with very concerned friends checking up on my condition. I cannot express enough how thankful I am for each and every one of you. For all the BBMs, texts, calls, twitter msges. From all of you whether in Melbourne or Singapore. Thank you a million times and a million times over.

It's a lot colder out here in Doncaster. I think I miss Melbourne so much more tonight because I know what mayhem wrecks the city, marking the start of the Easter break, and I bleed to be part of the havoc. The mad (like, literally) people prowling the streets don't seem so scary right now, compared to the quiet of the subs. Tonight, I do not seek solitude. :(

I hope the next 4 days make up for tonight! I guess the thought of staying in the Marriott when I'm in Sydney's sort of comforting.

Anyway, tonight was The Fray @ Festival Hall. They were awesome!! Dine and I went absolutely ballistic when the lead singer got off the stage to meet the fans in the standing area during their last song (before their encore set of 3 songs). But I have to be honest, I didn't walk into the concert hall with very high expectations. I always thought The Fray were a little too boy band-ish and too commercial even when their songs are not particularly mindfuckingblowing. I guess they really proved me wrong! Shame on me for even thinking that cause they were incredible! The lead was really involved with the crowd and his stamina was fantastic, and even though he was losing his voice during the encore set, he still managed 3 songs and he was more than happy to do it! New found respect for The Fray. :)

Next up, John Mayer in May. I have a feeling I will cry uncontrollably when I see him walk out onto stage. Gonna prepare tissue packets.

Dinner at the Hyatt tonight wasn't as.. pressuring as I thought it would be. I know my friends call me the Mummy Killer (cos I'm usually fantastic at making Mums fall in love with me, hehe), but when it comes to the significant other's family, things get a little sticky and I shut down unwillingly. But quite to my surprise, I was rather fine today. Must be the French way of saying Hello. Cheek to cheek kissing all.

It actually really warmed my heart to see how closely knit Ys and his family members are. He comes from a huge family and he doesn't even see his relatives all that often cause all of them live everywhere else in the world, but somehow even given the distance, they've managed to maintain such loving and comfortable relationships and it made me contemplate on my relationships with my extended family. I can only hope that when it's my turn to start my own home, it will be one just like Ys's.

That aside, the food at Hyatt was what you would probably expect from a classy hotel. Delicious tender wagyu rump steeped in a light sauce with pancetta, shallots and mushroom, and a nicely made cup of skinny latte to end of the meal. :)

Now time to complete my night by refining my media release and starting and finishing my photog assignment. Wish me luck!

After reading a friend's blog and her consistent entries, I felt very ashamed with mine and what I've allowed it to become. I used to find an excess of joy sharing my day, my thoughts, my happiness, my worries on a blogging platform. But I think most of all, I miss exercising my fingers and my language. I think I've done too many essays, so many that it made every other form of writing a huge chore. Even filling up the "long" answer section of a survey's a pain which I avoid at all costs. And I realise that I start to say less in my entries when I hear that people I detest or don't particularly like are reading. Maybe it's just my sheer insecurity. But this space is different. Few know of this space so I can finally exercise my freedom without worrying. Another thing to exercise in this new phase of blogging.

Even though now's not an appropriate time to start rekindling my love for this (thanks to an essay I need to complete by tonight, due tomorrow, and I want to be able to go out for drinks tonight), I want to just kick it off with recounting some downs that have been riling me especially when I'm trying to sleep at night (or morning for that matter, I usually sleep at 5am now).

Just recently, I severed ties with someone I thought was my good friend. And maybe I'm being a little too harsh, but I cannot conceive how a person who walks around calling me her best / good friend could hang out with my most recent ex behind my back. My ex, a total dickhead (and that's being kind), is another story all together, but my friend, someone who's known me and shared many ups and downs with me for so many years withheld this recent development from me with the excuse - "waiting for the right time". There's never a right time for things like that. This was what set me off to think that it was on its way to being more than just hanging out as friends. I don't know which is worse. Her keeping everything from me, or that she was actually considering dating the guy.

Just for the record, my ex and I are, till today, not on talking terms due to complications of the past. I do not discount the effort he has made to try and be friends again, but it was just too soon for me. The mess, pain and anger still lived, and still does, quite vividly in my mind and heart and I still needed time to come to terms with the disappointment that he turned out to be (which I have already told him by the way, not in these exact words of course). Knowing this, my apparent friend still went ahead with his advances on her, and retained all of it from me. Even if she didn't know in detail why he and I weren't on talking terms today, I'm sure she knew full well what it would do to our friendship if she even bore the thought of hooking up with my ex.

Maybe it was just that I never expected her, of all people, to have done what she's done. Because she gave me the impression that our friendship meant a lot and that she understood very clearly where I stand when it comes to dating a good friend's ex. And maybe I held her in too high regard when I really shouldn't have.

Whether they are really dating today, or only have something brewing under the covers, I cannot bring myself to stay close friends with someone who's too close for comfort with an ex. Maybe I'm the bad guy here, but if you don't love me enough to understand me and realise the things I'm uncomfortable with, I have to love myself enough to not want to put myself through all the awkwardness, unhappiness and stay and watch the friendship decay into a pile of maggots.

I feel it breaking. I feel the cracks spreading. I'm holding it all together now. I'm trying not to lose it. I won't lose it.

Baby, won't you please say you're my safety net. Won't you please show that you have that strength in you.

I'm so tired of taking the initiative with all of you. All of you who profess to be my friend / goodfriend / bestfriend / boyfriend. Who the fuck do all of you think you are. I'm tired of being the "magnanimous" one or the "parent" or the "adult" in times of "crisis". I'm tired of allowing all of you to talk me into mush and I end up apologising even though you stole my cookie. You walk around with your expectations and narcissism and a profound feeling of proudness knowing that I'm a push over when it comes to all of you. You guys call it "Val's an understanding person and she understands me".

Then who is being understanding towards me.

I experience this all the time, tell me if I'm the only one. I have a whole thread of thoughts I wld play back in my head on what I wanna blog about, and when I actually get in front of the computer facing this exact screen where I'm supposed to type my entry, everything I thought I wanted to write about just escapes me. Either that or I suddenly find that the things I wanna write about are so.. repetitive. Insignificant. Dull.

So if u want to continue reading, then I hope u find it worth your while.

I extracted 2 wisdom teeth on the left of jaw (my left, not yours) just Monday and that area of my face is currently swollen and utterly tender. So yes, time, once again, is on my side. All my plans of frolicking in the sun and out in the city has remained tentative so that I may nurse my bulgy face back to normal. That gives a lot of time to muse over everything and nothing (meaning to "stone", "stone" meaning think about absolutely nothing which I know u already know, not u know.. the other "stone").

What I meant to say is, this being swollen on one side of the face business SUCKS. Because sitting here surfing youtube and watching all the aspiring musicians just makes me feel like such a let down, like how I gave up on piano midway. And all the excess energy I have from all the soup n porridge I consumed fuels my brain to mull over this and that friendship (mainly ones that have been lost), which, once again, suck. Because really, if I hadn't gone ahead and booked that appointment that I knew wld put me in this position, I wld be out revelling about under the sun, in the city, whatever floats my boatybye.

That yes, I always chose the most ungodly hours to write an entry. Going to bed now.

As fervently as some of us may protest, I think a teeny fraction of us want to believe in the wonders of love. After a really bad break up and months, possibly even years, of mourning hurt hate and self pity, I emptied my heart into a box and wrapped it under lock after chain so noone would ever be able to do what he did to me. Yet buried yards beneath all the trust issues, constant paranoia and pessimism was a little trinket with the word 'love' on it. A belief that there can b complete utter trust and an infinity pool of love between 2 individuals.

I hope you grow into the man you've set out to be so that I can realise this with you.

I'm loading 1001 things on youtube right now so my internet's running slow as hell, but I feel like I need to recap and note down my Bangkok trip before I start forgetting bits of it. So here goes. Oh, and yes, I'm back from Australia, been back for ages even though it doesn't feel at all like it cos I've been busy busy busy. With what, I'm not exactly sure myself but I knw it's got a lot to do with not having been in my own country much for the past 3 weeks. Ok, Bangkok trip.

Day 1

- Touched down like at 7pm or smth

- Explored hotel surroundings

- Had what we thought was cheap Thai food @ hawker like place nearby (coconut was awesome ass)

- Shopped along the roadside stalls

- Bought Chang beer top for YS

Day 2

- Missed brekkie, but went for swim and tanned for a bit

- Met Andrew, local friend who's half British too

- Had lunch @ A&W

- Brought us to Platinum mall, shopping madness

- Dins @ nice Italian place

- Club @ Route 66 before adjourn to Wipp (FUNNEST NIGHT EVER)

- Got super smashed @ Wipp thanks to Bay's sis's husband

- Make way back to hotel

Day 3

- Missed brekkie, again

- CTC, didn't enjoy it cos it was too crowded but suer huge so fine, experience

- Chop chop to Platinum again

- Shiyan got pick pocketed, blackberry and 1000 baht gone

- After buying a ton of bags, back to hotel

- Freshened up, went for Thai dinner at Soi 5

- Had weird American talk to me otw to Bed

- Bed Supperclub!!!

Day 4

- Finally made it for brekkie

- Went back to room and died in bed (OMG, wasting day, very bad)

- Gave going to Platinum a miss (I know, like again)

- Got up, Andrew came, and out we went to Grand Palace and Temple

- Went to temple, rented clothes cos had to cover up to go in

- Only I went in, with Andrew cos it's free for him

- Came out from changing room looking like a local, had ppl speak to me in Thai

- Went in to temple, look see, trigger happy

- Temple closing so came out, returned clothes

- As returning clothes, random stranger lady sitting on steps with son stared at me and nodded in approval to son sitting beside her (this is according to Andrew)

- Went out to look for D and S

- Had the awesomest coconut ice cream EVER

- Adjourn to another temple

- Look see snap snap snap

- Left for dins @ place in Siam Square

- Aft dins, went to mall with lots of phone stuff, cldnt find case for phone cos too new

- Left handphone mall & headed for massage @ Miss Puke

- Aft massage, went back hotel, had drink, then PING PONG SHOW

- Went to place, disappointed, no more pingpong show

- Decided to enter Suzie Wong, naked girls on stage and dirty old white men sitting in booths

- Felt uncomfy @ first, then started having fun

- Dinah had a lot of attention, and so did Andrew

- Shiyan got hit on by butch

- Went home, crashed

Day 4

- Aft 2 hours of sleep, rushed to get to airport, so missed brekkie, OMG

- We thought flight was at 930am, turns out it was 905am, got to gate 5 mins aft plane flew

- STRESS PANIC TRAUMA ANGER ANNOYED PENNILESS TIRED HUNGRY

- All flights full, went on standby for all of them

- Met guy who said will help us get SQ flight, but have to wait till last min

- Wait and wait and wait for SQ flight, finally got it, HAPPIEST MOMENT EVER

- A380, comfy, food, watched 9

- Finally home, longest 8 hours of my life

That's abt it, my trip in many dash points, hopefully there'll b pictures! The whole part abt missing our return flight was absolutely not ideal, but I guess I did always wonder how it felt like to miss ur flight. For me, it's the kind of thing u'd only ever hear abt but will never actually encounter personally, and quite honestly, my whole life has been pretty organised and I've always been super anal when it comes to things that matter, so in retrospect, I actually thought it was rather.. refreshing to have missed my flight and be completely stranded in a foreign airport for 8 hours with no confirmation of being on any flight until like half an hour before the plane leaves its berth. Hahaha. Sounds a trifle sadistic doesn't it. And I suppose it kinda paid off cos we few back by SQ and we got to b on the A380 which was such a wonderful experience.

Anyway, that very traumatising yet amusing encounter aside, on a completely different note, dinner today was so wonderful. I'm not inclined to reveal where I dined because there's this one person in particular I'm not absolutely happy sharing such a wonderful place with (for many reasons and the main one being the copycatting has already gone on many miles too far), and I know this person reads this space. But regardless, I have to note it down to remember in many years to come, the absolutely lovely foie gras. And the delightful deep fried oysters with the multi-coloured sauces separated in individual shot glasses. And the tender pork belly as well as the marvelous chocolate lava cake. It was though, a very unhealthy meal altogether. I felt so oily after it I think I cld have perspired oil.

So ok, another wonderful day tmr. With ys before he flies off to Chicago for like a century.