good as g-old

this makes carol happy. but first....
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flying off to yunnan this weekend.. it's going to be lots and lots of :
1. rain
2. mud
3. evil toilets that swallow babies
4. chinese
5. first aid
6. marriage proposals
7. rice

there will be none / very little of the following :
1. ipod
2. comfort
3. air conditioning
4. dry socks

so... in an appeal to all of you reading this now... PRAY FOR ME!

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meanwhile, carol is loving the feeling of familiarity and the underated charm of old things... esp old friends and clothes. but esp the former...

the depth of my superficiality

the first sunrise after a long time...
serious bumming, reading, guitaring, sleeping, photography, sleeping, deep deep conversations.

listening to myself has never been this therapeutic before.. but it's funny that i no longer think in words: "acoustic #3" - goo goo dolls, "kashmir" - led zepellin, "heartbeats" - jose gonzalez
i no longer think for myself: "name" - goo goo dolls
and i no longer think for today.

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on a lighter note, how to enjoy singapore:

is to take a deep breath, dive in, and leave your thoughts on the surface. "don't ask" - julie doiron

juxtaposition

the best medsin.

pedalling extensively

whoever said anything about conflict being bad? for this must be truly what is meant by the apostle paul, when he wrote, "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known." - 1 cor 13:12. for what is love? what does it mean to be Christian? every day we struggle... for struggling is all we do in this life. but in this gasping for air, in this mad clamour to get there, in all these desperate extensions of our limited knowledge, experience and strength, there in is the search for truth.. and for now, that will suffice. now i know in part....

Humans are one of the few species who survive past the age of procreation.... Wisdom from elders a divine blessing of age that we fail to see the salience of? the recognition of patterns...

the difference between monkeys and man is that man can stand on another man's shoulders... learning from someone else's mistakes. how else is it exponential?

also, the importance of fellowship in the new covenant.

O blest communion, fellowship divine!
we feebly struggle, they in glory shine;
all are one in thee, for all are thine.

- 'For all the saints' by William How

the itchy and scratchy

oh for the life of me, i can't get to sleep.. i can only think of a two obvious reasons : it's wayy too hot to get to sleep in this atrocious heat and i'm still on GMT 0...

comment #1
how on earth does anyone get anything done in this climate? if i was ever complaining about the capricious glaswegian weather, i take it ALL back... glaswegian weather gave you hope, at least.. u could get up to a fine, fair morning and come home in the sharp brutality of a hailstorm (but at least it gave u a morning, damnnit!)... now, i wake up every morning to the squelching heat and humidity that whacks you the moment you step out of the air conditioning.. a merciless heat wave that strips you of all energy, motivation and life... immediately coercing beads of perspiration from you... and then the afternoon comes and the sun just shuts everyone up indoors and any attempts to go outside will only bring more sweat, fatigue and hopelessness...

comment #2
i hayyyyteeeeee histamine.. i utterly HAAYYYTTEEE YOU! non-infectious conjunctivitis and sinusitis and heat rash!!! oh for the life of me, you are the plague of the atopic peripatetic in this modern globalised world!!!!! ARGHS.... clarinase... you are all i neeed.

comment #3
some singaporeans have the most embarassingly low standards of their use of the english language... i refer especially to a certain singaporean headlines today on a certain newspaper i spotted this morning at a newstand.. it had something along the lines of : 'she used me for my seed in order to fulfill her greed. and after she had fulfilled her need, she left me.' i kid you not, aaron pan of bloomberg, those were the headlines (in more or less words) on a local newspaper on friday, the 7th of july 2006.


so amidst incessant perspiring, rubbing, scratching, sneezing, blowing my nose and trying not to snigger at singlish-english, i have been trying to have a good time back in singapore. but somehow, i miss glasgow for all its inadequacies. (?#$!#$!@#?????) and i miss my pedantic, sub-standard life as a medical student even more. (!#@$!@$#$%@#$!#$#@^&#%^@#?????????)

but then ask me again after my routine of full body massages, facials, shopping sprees, hawker-food frenzies, late nights, 2am suppers, girly-chats, mahjong-sessions (this is a shout-out!) and i might just have a change of heart... ;)

mad rush

eyes awash with pain, feet so ready to flee.