a sudden let's go for supper and we wound up at my beloved upper thomson road, casuraina prata which was too crispy somewhat. and ending off the day with an awesome sms 'i love loving you' at 0014am from the sweet trumpeter.

had a sudden fear that i had forgotten what bits of my old greenmeadows apartment looked like. like what bobby said during lecture about remembering and forgetting in hiroshima mon amour, though this love affair with an inanimate piece of space is quits mild compared to the film. toilets. i have fascinating memories of the toilets in greenmeadows. four toilets, three bathtubs, different feelings for the different toilets, different lights, different memories, all mine. must never be lost though i can't help it. how can one be so attached to a place? T. S. Eliot reading :: "Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things..."