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Random thoughts. I could write so much, but I wouldn't end up doing so. Maybe because this space looks cluttered when I do.

I met Kelly, a lovely Scottish girl, on saturday. She'd done the rounds in Australia, New Zealand and South Asia for a year now, and is returning home. She had a few british friends on a working holiday too, and I wonder why I don't know any singaporeans at all who will go on a working holiday. We paid to enter the Orchid garden in the Botanic gardens, and I saw a real pitcher plant for the first time. Didn't really go chomp-chomp-chomping on insects with evil teeth like I'd imagined.

Thank the Lord I had a good night at ae (but with a pyo, as Jenn had spoken unto me...), and a good rest at home later. Nothing beats mum's home cooked food, even if the dishes have been on an 11 day repeat cycle for the past 24years.
The venetian brownie ice cream thing was far too sickly-saccharine-sweet for a human to digest. I would possibly relish the rich belgian chocolate drink a lot more on another day by itself.
Afterward, I hear the news reporting 9-11, 5 years on, the recollection of its horrors and repercussions. Protesters getting arrested in Zimbabwe. Lebanon and Israel.
What decadence in this little dot on the map in contrast to the desolation we only observe through a lighted box.

I look forward to my days off so much. Such a sloth, not wanting to stretch the brain cell.

Maybe I don't understand people as much as they think I do? Withdrawing is probably a result of something you keep, that you don't want the world to know. Or of the realisation that it's only God and you that matters. But God made us for fellowship. No man is an island.