It was started with Cynthia and I discussing where to go for dinner while we were driving away from the airport. In the end, I have suggested to eat Indian Prata at Jalan Kayu. That was one of the worst decisions I have made. I should have recalled my friend telling me that the government [...]
Entries Tagged as 'From the Attic'
One of the Worst Diarrhea
July 28th, 2002 No Comments
Tags: indian food · jalan jayu · kintaro sushi · sick · singapore
The Mount of Java
July 25th, 2002 No Comments
Three distinct incidents happened today and I have chosen the most significant one to be the title of today’s diary. One is on feeling, the other two are something that is within my control and something not.
Throughout the day, I have been disappointed by the lack of reaction from the folks in the office about [...]
Tags: cte · java · jsp · programming · servlet · singapore · traffic jam · work
Up There Where We Belong
July 24th, 2002 No Comments
Today is a high. It is like a happy ending to part one. After weeks of struggle with the functional specification, we have finally obtained a signoff. It is like a gift from heaven. Even I find it hard to believe. Not only have we obtained a signoff for the functional specification, we have got [...]
Tags: ali g indahouse · biorhythm · orchard · singapore · work
A Day of Being Alone
July 22nd, 2002 No Comments
When I woke up this morning, I had a feeling that Francis would call off our lunch appointment and true enough, he did. Next, I SMS Choong Yong for lunch and he was on leave spending a day with his mother because today is her birthday. Getting desperate, I walked over to Arnaud’s workplace and [...]
Tags: biorhythm · jennifer paige · loneliness · meja · singapore
Going Through the Storeroom
July 21st, 2002 No Comments
I have no idea why of all days I choose today to resume writing diary. Back in 97/98 when I was alone in Paris, I faithfully wrote down all my encounters and feelings everyday. To be honest, I hardly have the courage and patience to read through all that I have written in the past. [...]
Tags: biorhythm · ghosts of the past · nooch · orchard · prozac nation · singapore
Letter to Cynthia: A Very Boring Sunday
July 8th, 2001 No Comments
Here I am, on a Saturday night, feeling extremely bored and restless and I don’t know what to do. The house is so different without you around. Even when you were reading Reader’s Digest, I feel peace and don’t mind falling asleep on the couch or bed. Now, I run out of things to do. Really [...]
Tags: banana cafe · boredom · mauritius · reader's digest · work
Letter to Cynthia: Quite an Interesting Weekend
July 8th, 2001 No Comments
How was your weekend? Mine was kind of interesting. You shall see. Well, my weekend started on Friday night. For the past one week, I have had a car shared with those who stayed in the new hotel. Believe me, I don’t quite like driving in Mauritius. The traffic was so chaotic. Cars, motorcycles, cyclist, [...]
Tags: adventure · banana cafe · beach · grande baie · mauritius · Party · port louis · techno
Letter to Cynthia: Things That I Miss
July 5th, 2001 No Comments
Over this few weeks in Mauritius, I feel as though I have learnt a fair number of good lessons. On top of that is Things-I-Shall-Not-Be-Taken-For-Granted. For instance, living in a place where you have good public transport is not an always. Being able to do some shopping after work is not an always. Mass with [...]
Tags: curepipe · mauritius · sugar cane field
Letter to Cynthia: First week in Mauritius
June 24th, 2001 No Comments
Driving in Mauritius could be quite tiring. Chaos everywhere – cars park by the side of the road forcing you to go over to the opposite lane, cyclists or motorcyclists doing just too slow on the road, group of human beings walking along the road, dogs suddenly dashing across the road, small kitten (must be [...]
Tags: grande baie · mauritius · sunset boulevard · work
Forewords to My Paris Collection
October 5th, 2000 No Comments
There are times when we are flooded with emotions, caused by the sudden drop and rise of circumstances. When experience is all so allien to us, what do we arm with to defense ourselves? At times, I have this urge of surrender. Surrender to the masterplan, surrender to the marching of time and surrender to [...]
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