A Sunday For Remembering, A Week Still Coming

Saturday was spent with the class kids (Chun Wui, Joash, Elliot, Mong, Cheryl, Jim, Gen Huong, Darren, Patrick, Justin, Nic, Agi, Mai and Cielo (with Jin)) mainly for dinner at Shokudo and the evening's drinks at Love The World, a "Soul Rock Bistro & Bar" at the Singapore Flyer. Saturday soon gave way to Sunday as I sat looking out a rain-obscured window, listlessly thinking about how, if I had the choice, I would wish for the coming week to never arrive, and just live in a state of memory, of things that I know and can expect, of experiences I've had and want to have again. I don't find this juvenile in the least; I think embracing this instinctive, almost primordial reaction gives one clarity of perspective in the longish walk of life, coupled with the constant, conscious reminder that it is also towards an unthinkable eternity.