The Airport

Can be a place of profound meaning. Once, when I was moving around within its terminals, a great sense of displacement: I don't feel like this is where I want to be, "this" referring only to the physical location of my being. There is so much I want to do and experience, and deep down I think if I am denied the chance to leave it all behind for something more, I would be distraught beyond comprehension. And it holds memories too, like studying at the old popeye's in T1 during those innocent secondary school days.

So yes, I suppose it is with me, this place you speak of, though a handful of years apart.

Even the bag I decide to carry was a choice influenced by .

Where will I be

When I turn 21? Or just 20 for that matter? And far more importantly, who will I be there with? I'd choose spontaneity over plans. Keep that last weekend in April free friends!

Making Memories

I make a conscious decision every single time I go out. I can stay at home and sleep. Or I could join my friends, make memories and feel like shit the next day at work. I choose to feel shitty, every single time.

Getting in on it;

To be seen and heard.

I think I'll sleep on the bus a little less than an hour from now this Tuesday. How much has happened between the last, which can be read about in the post immediately before this.

Church and T3@changiairport tonight.

$10 Taxi Ride

At 4PM exactly last Thursday, I was the first out of the gate and into a cab. Ever since then, it's been an amazing 5 days (tuesday day #5 was spent at Wild Honey, Mandarin Gallery over $100++ dollars worth of breakfast) of great locations, great food, great conversation and fabulous company. I am horrified that this is the longest break I am afforded.

A History of Gift Buying

Presents have always been a source of stress in my experience. When I was younger, buying an iPod seemed like the biggest thing we could give. As I got older, the price tag increased accordingly, upwards of 2K this year. This, obviously, has always been a shared thing. All this is compounded now that I'm thinking about two 21st birthdays.

Monday 15 Feb: We're Halfway There/Meet Me Halfway

Sunday, day #3: Sunday, Valentine's Day CNY Day 1 all rolled into one. Because of the latter 2, I was deprived of a regular former, so much so that I was made to leave church immediately. As is custom, small number of visits and small dollar collections. Finally getting to sit in front of my computer at the end of the day was a welcome relief and return to normalcy.

Today, Monday, day #4: As a little Spring present there are all the cable channels on telly; I watched Kung Fu Panda on HBO, which is about it. Under normal circumstances, we'd lament the lack of productivity or the fact that staying in is just so anti. But I am certain that this is what I would want more than anything once work begins. Halfway through the second month of a year that has, so far, been chugging along, but just.

I will return to finish the 5-day update after tomorrow's all-day breakfast. And plans for the coming weekend. Which is separated from me by a 3-day work week. I've pleaded before, and I do so again: Slow, very slow. Please and thank you.

Insights into:

Why you are a fox.

Everyone has a story. And I'd like to think I'm the best listener around.

Does anyone wanna go out tonight after the family dinners? Otherwise I might find my Sunday out of the ordinary to have been quite the waste.

Kinda somethin' like me

1. CNY means nothing to me primarily because it has always appeared paganistic, basically baseless in all its talk of fortune and luck. I suppose it is actually a good thing that V Day falls on CNY Day #1; takes some focus off the usual rubbish. The only thing it is good for is a 4-day weekend. Well, it was actually 5 days for me, with the 2 mentioned non-work days even before that.

2. Weekend Day #1 (Friday) was a normal YAM friday, followed by supper @ siglap. Weekend Day #2 (Saturday) was spent watching the the movies Percy Jackson & the Lightning Thief and Valentine's Day. Julia Roberts stole the latter for me, with just the 6 last words she spoke. Heartbreaking. Weekend Days #3, 4 and 5 shall be subsequently blogged about to round off this 5-day weekend.

3. It sucks that, as far as I know, I won't be seeing you this weekend apart from that brief flash of yellow before you ponned. I'm thankful that, not knowing you were gonna go missing, I did my usual look once looked away then looked back at you again, and waved hey; I think you saw it.

From Les Mis

"I love you,

but only on my own."

The work week ended on Tuesday. The only thing worth remembering, though, has been getting to get home early. Which gives me the opportunity to hang out with some awesome company and store up memories. On Wednesday I met Daniel, AmandaB, Royston and Jasper to blade at ECP. My first time blading, tiring like heck. The whole afternoon/evening was hilarious, and we eventually stopped for some parkway parade party planning on a bench and stood around 2 separate locations before eventually leaving. Thursday was dinner with Deon, MelC, Javier and Sean at The Handburger, 313@Somerset, in celebration of another 20th.

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And one more feed update before you get to the bottom of my profile page.

Insanely

1. Spending $17 on KOI.

2. Solicitation on an album.

3. I think a nap is in order.

[Edit/Update] 4: Normally it would have been chocolate, but I took kaya just 'cos you said last night that it was your choice.

Next to You in a Darkened Room

Please forgive me if I sleep my Saturday away, almost completely, because I have been out watching Parnassus till 5AM. It has been a wonderful start to the weekend.