drunk.
on the night...the sea...laughter..vodlka..smoke and mindless conversation.
drunk and high from the terrible lack of sleep.
still gloriously savouring every moment...taste...smell and sensation nontheless.
fishing last night.
jule's virgin experience which got all of us in fits of laughter.
commendable effort eventually saw him with a little catch of his own to end the night.

man of letters today was simply lovely.
despite heavy leaden eyes i stared transfixed at the stage my jaw ajar for just about the whole performance.
was totally immeresed in the play and transported back to the post war singapore struggle where you feel the revolutionary fire burning inside you
and i cant help but marvel at the state of political indifference the nation is currently in.
the zeal and passion have seemingly evaporated into nothingness.

saw this parked outside UCC.
absolutely cute and vintage.
its like right out of the 50s.
this was parked outside UCC
so cute right?