Yesterday was a busy busy day. It started from friday night timbre where becky akbar and I sat beside a tree and listened to surath's introuduction of shane's half a song. We bet teh peng three rounds across and I just realised I thought across was spelt as accross. It looks right in my mind anyhow. Then we waited for the band to pack up like faithful friends and on the way to kopitiam shane and I looped a conversation repeatedly over a button that he said had both chivary and chauvinism, which after awhile I got confused and called it chauvaryism.

Because I only could sleep two hours and a bit more, on saturday morning early I told jon that I'd go to seah inn first and get my teh peng. I contemplated getting two teh pengs, but I suppose years of hearing milo's jingle has conditioned me into some subconcious idea that milo is a good thing. In the end I only drank half of each. But it was good enough and those aside I honestly think I drank maybe three litres of hundred plus.

I think leadership is attractive. Standing on what leon called lava sand- so hot that we needed socks to play- listening to the handler giving positions, confident and wholly focused; there's just something about a sport's man's eyes when he's intent on his job, eyes that look downwards at the sand in his mind running through the various positions, possible variations, viable options. I guess I find concentration sexy. More findings. I've been looking at my tanlines and they're fascinating. Red against white, and splotchy pale against a sea of brown. I wonder how it works.