Life's queer as it's short.

A trip to the airport simply brings a strong wave of nostalgia somewhat. It hasn't been long since I have been there, a few months to be exact. There isn't a strong urge to go anywhere, even if it's meant to be for a graduation trip. Taiwan, Hong Kong or even Japan? Nah. Maybe it's the blues that I have experiencing right now, or maybe 'cos I don't understand the rationale behind graduation trips. Or maybe 'cos I haven't been working hard enough to deserve any real breaks at all. It has been all play and minimum work these few years.

And what do you have when you put two sleep-deprived persons together? :) And even if I can't remember the exact details of the day's events itself and even if it gets blurred as the days go by; what I know of is that the day will simply bring a smile to me each time I think about it and this is all that is enough for me to remember.

I am glad for your company, for being ever so spontaneous, for agreeing to my random request of a trip to the far eastern Singapore and for taking the slow bumpy bus instead of the ever reliable train. I guess it is a day where I have done what I have wanted to do, and of course, not without the right company to begin with. To walk from T1 to T2 despite being so tired. (I find it pretty silly now!) And the very reason for sleeping late the night before is simply too embarrassing to say it out here - and trust me, it's really just for the silliest reason one can ever imagine.

The only disappointment is the lack of a heavy downpour to make the day perfect. And I really wonder why it just didn't rain that day when it has been pouring on all other days.