re+rospek+if

• 2009-10-09

  

  It’s nice to take time out by yourself sometimes. I’ve almost forgotten what it was like, to have a meal by yourself. I realise that while I do like spending time with myself, immersed in a book or thinking up strange plans, the place that you go matters a big deal. If I tried having lunch alone in a crowded eatery, I’d get lonely, which is probably why I haven’t done it in a while.

  I’m at Book Cafe now (half day, whoot!) and it’s simply the perfect place to be alone by yourself. In fact, most of the people here are.

  I didn’t know how to get here and decided to take a bus. The bus stop was pretty far away and I found myself thinking “Where am I?” as I blindly walked down the street (a pretty long one at that), hoping to catch a glimpse of Martin Road on one of the ubiquitous green signboards we see so often on our streets.

  For the first time in a very long time, I was lost in Singapore. And it was a great feeling. Eventhough it was hot and I was carrying my heavy bag, it felt like an adventure and now that I’m in the cafe (free wifi, double whoot!) I don’t feel like leaving.

  Well, not till I get my traditional apple pie and my camomile tea. :)

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  i think you were a cat in another life. you felt a sense of otherworldly affinity with the cat whose water you drank and were inexplicably drawn to the glass. it was an attempt to resurrect some sense of catty camaraderie.

  — Jean on Facebook, after I’d accidentally shared a glass of water with the cat.

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  As they say in football speak, we may be a goal down, but the game is far from over.

  — Terry Clontz, CEO of Starhub, on Singtel’s EPL coup (Straits Times). What a classy way to align yourself with your supporters.

• 2009-10-05

  deja vu

  

  There are those moments when you glimpse the future, and what could be. Like today, right now, me in bed tinkering on my laptop with my stubby toes pointing at you. You read your notes, oblivious and yet I wonder if you’re thinking the same thoughts as me, or whether you really are reading your notes. Both possibilities make me smile. There’s nothing special about the room we’re in, it’s not even the perfect one of my dreams (a lilac-painted wall does not match my temperament in any of its variations) but at the moment I feel a kind of perfection that only we two would subscribe to. It’s kinda like looking up to the sky and seeing a cloud form into a weird chicken with no legs. A weird-looking chicken-shaped cloud blob is not something I would point out to anyone else, but I’d point it out to you and I’d know even if you didn’t see it you’d still love me anyway and ruffle my hair and think it endearing that I saw a chicken in the clouds. And then you’d say “you’re the chicken in my clouds” and it would feel more meaningful than any I love you anyone ever said to anyone else.