In a busy coffee shop this morning in Johor Bahru, we shared a table with two men, an indian and a chinese who looked to be in their sixties, judging by the grey hair on their heads and the 'colonial english' they spoke to each. They were discussing what to have. In the end, the chinese gentleman decided on Assam Laksa from Penang, while the indian gentleman ordered a plate of Wonton Mee. In my head, I thought, this is something Malaysia shares with Singapore, an intermingling of the races. Then when we couldn't finish our food, I offered them to the two gentlemen, and a conversation began which revealed that they were also from Singapore! As we were leaving the coffee shop, I took a quick glance around the busy coffee shop and realised our table was the only one with a mixed racial composition. Perhaps, our Singapore is unique, and wonderfully so.

Green grass.

And after the drought the grass is turning green. Been going out on a few dates lately. I can tell she likes me but I am not so sure myself. I don't think she's right. I think it's true you can never stop loving someone. I still miss Jaime. I do. So much sometimes. Maybe I should concentrate on establishing myself in photography.

思念是一种病

一辈子有多少的来不及　 发现已经失去最重要的东西 恍然大悟早已远去　 为何总是在犯错之后　 才肯相信错的是自己

MH370

The plane entered a wormhole, back through time, because one of its passengers was so filled with regret, and everyone on the plane was given a second chance.

Knee

So after so many years, another operation. This time on my right knee. ACL Torn, MCL Torn, Meniscus damaged. It's a wonder I am still walking.