Sweet Reunion, Jamaica 'n Spain.

Ahh..

Writing again.

It seems so fake to write about how busy
it is, when there is time to write about the
busy situation.

But yeah, it doesn't really matter, it'll all
work out.

I was really trying to capture some of the things
I wanted to say and tell ever since I left for the
airport, but I'd probably just procrastinate until the
next time I'm leaving for the airport, wouldn't I?

Nah..not it.

Well, weekends.

Weekends weekends weekends.

Time to start feeling agitated and travelling.

Again.

On The Left.

I hadn't been to Singapore in ages.

Well, the last actual trip was way back in 2000 or
2001.

Waaay back when I had nothing and living on a shoestring
budget. Yea that's right.

When I think of Singapore, I couldn't find anything that'd make
me want to go there. Seriously.

So, last night, when we just talked about going there, it's purely
just for sight-seeing and just get lost for the sake of it.

We departed around 7.30pm and literally got lost in Singapore
for three hours before actually arriving at some 'kutu' place for dinner.

To make matters worse, I had food poisoning immediately after
wolfing down my dinner. For eff's sake! I went to the loo at least
twice to expunge the cauldron that was brewing inside my stomach.

Man.

Then we went for some sightseeing. It's beautiful on the evenings, I can
tell you that, yes.

We went back to our hotels around 4am, seriously considering emergency
leave the following workdays, barely 4 hours away.

What happened between the sightseeing and our arriving at 4am, well
I guess it's just best left in Singapore.

But certainly the poisoning thing was the summit of it all.

Three cheers for diarrhea.

Technically, My Birthdate Is 14th February.

I might be on painkillers, but this is almost true.

Yeah.

I'm not celebrating Valentine in any other way except
this one. It might be a coincidence, but it's wonderful.

For this is the day, back in 1950 that the precursor to
my life was born.

Yep, my mom was born on that date in 1950.

So happy birthday mama. And by the way, your birthdate's
Valentine's too.

I Think I Lost My Headache.

I hurt my tooth a few days ago while eating a burger.

Which was strange, yet so apt.

The tooth was a bit unique, on the roof of my mouth
(langit-langit?). So a bit hard to reach, brush or floss
meant it was only a matter of time before half of it would
succumb to decay.

Well, the dentist, to my dismay, said the condition was too
bad, the tooth too far gone to be saved.

So, armed with what seemed like saws, shotguns, electric
chainsaws and cordless drills, she proceeded to hack my jaws
(with glee). I swear, for a moment she looked like the harbringer
of death.

Or harbinger. The auto-spelling said so.

Leaving the office with my left face numb, and a wicked headache
to boot, I swore I'd stay off food for at least half a day.

Doctor's order.

An hour la'er, I had a nice meal of laksa.

Followed by roti bakar.

Topped up with fries.

Life's good, even when your head feels like mush.

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Neil Gaiman's view on love.

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible, isn't it?

It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and
it opens up your heart and it means that someone can
get inside you and mess you up.

You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole
suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one
stupid person, no different from any other stupid person,
wanders into your stupid life...

You give them a piece of you.

They didn't ask for it.

They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and
then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages.

It gets inside you.

It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness,
so simple a phrase like

'maybe we should be just friends'

turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.

It hurts.

Not just in the imagination.

Not just in the mind.

It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

I hate love.