The past few days, like all days, were days with much potential. Staying awake was important, and in reverse, sleep just happened to take up too much time. These days had promise, offering up so much to see, to hear, to smell, the experiences only something you could shelve away, carefully, maybe one day digging up for a smile and a little dance, when dark thoughts cloud the mind.
These were the days of laughter and joy, and of quiet recollection. To sit down quietly on a bench beside the sea, listening to Singapore's little waves just lap nicely up to the shore, watching the hours-old sandcastles getting washed away, like a memory flattened forcefully. To see the azure eyes of the Husky panting at you as you scratch it behind the ears. The thoughts passing through your head, wondering if only dogs could purr. Or if cats would wag their tail, eager as the husky. To smile at the little kid who tripped but could get up again, to catch up with his mother jogging a few steps ahead. These were times for the strengthening of the mind and body, of daily trips to the gym, toning, preparing for the year ahead, vowing never to be disabled by short bouts of exercise. Times where reading was caught up upon, and everything else ignored, filling the mind, once again, with delicious fictions. Fact can, and will come later.
These days were for the chasing of old friends and older enemies, to thicken the bonds that bind, and to reforge those that were torn asunder by silly words or quick fists. To find out about times long past, to revisit them, as if there, but never. To see what shaped your acquaintences while you weren't there, unable to look, unable to mould in the subtle way a friend can.
And then, at the end of these days, to look up into the sky, and see the slowly crimson fire of the sun wane into the deep blue darkness of the night. To see the doves fly back up into the trees to roost, and to look down at the people below, unwilling to give up being awake, and trying to milk the night for what it's worth, that perhaps, these days, these beautiful days, would never have to give way to a new one.
But of course, I didn't do any of that.
I played lots of KOTOR (WOOT!), watched lots of movies, and met up with friends, and had lots of fun. Twas a great time indeed.
Highlights
1. LOTRROTK again. Finally got to catch the first 20min
2. Watched Indy 3 with Sam... FUN FUN FUN.
3. Went out for a quick buffet at Sakae with MG and the DD crew... Fantastic stuff, and ate some weird stuff I'd never have considered.
4. Went out with Sam (and Kak and Grace) to watch Love me if you dare. It's number 1 in the french box office for good reason, and yeah... if not for the cuts it'd be a much better movie. But Grace, said it right. It's like adaptation and malkovich and perhaps even donnie darko all rolled into one. Good stuff. Trippy.
5. Had a nice little GEP reunion... saw people I usually wouldn't see, and talked to them too. You know, Weili's really kinda cool, liking his evangelion and his star wars. Things I never knew. Is it too late? A night playing pool instead of going to S-11 or Sentosa (dumb idea IMO)... silly crazy whacked out pool is always fun.
6. Went out with Sam to look at the Freaky Friday.. all sold out. Ah well. There's still Bartimaeus to read.
7. Played KOTOR.
8. Did I forget anything?
heh... nice days indeed. You know, when I call wailiong Kak... sometimes I think of my email mailbox... my inbox to be particular, which I renamed Kak when all the emails in it got virused by... you got it, kak. Sometimes maybe... just maybe... I should go there and dig out old emails... and think about times past.
Or maybe not.
