24 December 2005

My father left for China last Sunday, and Loo was presented with the car keys for the past week. We must have travelled the whole of Singapore in the week. Pan Island Expressway (PIE) was literal. And the stereo played "Coast to Coast", which was most appropriate and timely.
It was a fantastical week.

We cycled to Orchard yesterday. Of course, Orchard was a pit stop for his home. For me, it was enough to pull the sirens on my current level of fitness. And to prove, once again, that human traffic is formidable.

It's Christmas Eve but I'm home alone. I guess that's what it means to be single.
I tried writing today. I turned on my computer, and clicked on the word processor. The cursor just blinked as I stared blankly on the screen. Nothing comes. I write a few sentences, and I hit the backspace.
Inspiration is leaking out of me.
I need to feel passionately about something or somebody.
I'm losing intensity.

I can't express joy, nor sadness.
Because all I feel now is indifference.

Why.

D woke up at 12/24/2005 11:44:00 PM [comment]

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