Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness. ~Ray Bradbury

today i met mingyao for lunch at the golden shoe hawker centre - normally we'd meet at the times bookshop downstairs; we bumped into bernice in her black/white lawyer's uniform; today i saw the current issue of monocle magazine that i hadn't seen and so of course i bought it rightaway - actually, right after lunch - and (i love you so) - they featured some really pretty pictures:


- a really cool residence in luxembourg; picture above
- hiking never looked so sexy; picture below


and i read it on the way home on the train - lent my ex-issue to sok leng in the office; i had conviniently re-read it on the train to work this morning.

some things about some things from my trip:

- hershey's limited edition cherry cordial kisses are AWESOME.
- ghiradelli's new flavour - white chocolate with vanilla beans is AWESOME.
- the beauty of travel in my inner world - my trips tend to relate to my encounters with literature and film somewhat - after i returned from canada i discovered douglas coupland and reading the books i saw vancouver; london was a pilgrimage to insatiable appitite for hardy and eliot and bronte in my youth; in later years i read woolf and she described going about in london, and i saw that; cambridge for plath; san francisco soon after i started reading jack kerouac and so when i stood opposite city lights bookshop between chinatown and the beat streets and i read that passage in the book, i saw frisco; new york city for woody allen and for all the love songs about the city; i know what's next sometime next year: hong kong for Food That I Love With Mingyao (the roast duck rice in san francisco, oh the sauce) and for wong kar wai.
- everytime i got lost, i found a new strange/funny/jolly memory. what fun, eh.

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