last night, i dreamt of stairways and stairwells, sinister agents and secret meetings. it ended with a young taxi driver getting into trouble, and me running through unending alleys in a dark night.

i was looking at old posts, and realised i used to be terribly personal. these days i've switched over to ___ .

speaking of these days, it's been a wonderful few-many months, since may/july, however you want to mark the start point. and at the same time it strikes me more clearly than ever that singaporeans associate very strongly productivity with doing, in other words it's very hard for them to understand (if they do at all) that times of waiting can also be-and has been for me- times of productivity. and i'm never very good at explaining myself anyway so invariably they leave with the same ideas they came with. oops and bleah, unambiguous sign that yours truly must never sign for miss universe. hmm but seriously, there are some kind of questions/inquiries that leave me dumb.

in any case, i wonder when this happy time will end. it has to, ultimately if i am to go on to the next phase and i've said what i have to to God, so it's alright. it's all good.