i was supposed to go to acm today, after michelle gozum had urged me to, twice on email and once on sms, so got von to gather a few humanz people for it, but as usual everyone was irresponsibly late, everyone's phones were flat, and no one had any directional sense whatsoever, so when we finally drifted towards each other at the fullerton end of cavenagh bridge it was rather too late for acm, and su-lin, the only one who had been on time, having gone without her lunch to do this too, was understandably cross and hungry, so we amble off to boat quay for bad coffee and bad cake. raffles city was next, because von wouldn't let me go to brewerkz, so it was crepes at the newly opened out of the pan (which i keep calling crepes in the pan, for some reason. out of the pan sounds like into the fire, actually.) it was alright, but not great, and i do not recommend it at all, so do not believe those favourable reviews you see on asiaone or makansutra, like i did. all these restaurants at the raffles city fountain never seem to be especially good, nor last particularly long. i preferred when it was burke's though, because of the crayolas they supplied.

choonping and julian left us to go for a concert, but yen and dominique joined us. we made for the fullerton chocolate buffet again, needing a good place to sit. it was good stuff, as it was the last time, but i think i'm getting a bit tired of it. i didn't think of it then, but on my way home i thought that what we should have done was to go to opiume. no one else in the party had been before, and we would have a lovely river view and no interfering waitresses. those leather couches were very comfortable, and i needed a drink more than chocolate. it would have worked out cheaper and been more relaxing, though why didn't i think of it then? now that i'm saying this i do want to go to opiume again, but i don't see how i can before i go back to school. at least, i'm having dinner at home for the next two nights. next june seems so faraway. i was sitting on the upper deck of 97 later, the bus flew along one of my favourite, but seldom travelled, stretches of singapore. we flew across anderson bridge, with the pretty white , a last quick glimpse at the river, and then feeling the bus curve along victoria concert hall, another curve towards the supreme court, and then coursing along the padang, suntec's outline was in the distance, and when i turned my head back, the cricket club was illuminated. then st andrew's cathedral on my left before the bus swung back into view of the saturday night crowd again. i was thinking how, in the city area, you can always navigate by the westin stamford, and how nighttime singapore is beautiful. even the war memorial, so boring in the day, looks dignified in the night, lit from below, against the dark. and also a sense that this is the only place on earth that i really know, love. charlottesville is pretty, and i do always feel it's something special to be there, but i don't feel that it means something to me - nothing to do with being school-spirited or what, i do really think of it as being my school and home, but i mean really know it, (not that i'm mobile at all in cville to see anything, i should learn to drive shouldn't i?), in singapore, however little i know a place, in some way i feel as if i do really know it anyway, and that meaning has something to do with being singaporean, with a sense of history, not the kind you learn, but layers on layers of memories, of knowing a place with all its associations. i am making no sense whatsoever but i do really feel this way.

i am probably tiring, or getting sick, or just old. i've been tireder earlier these past few nights, and today even during dinner a mild headache lodged itself within my cranium and refused to go away. last night too, and the one before that, and, for that matter, the one before that. i have never had trouble reading on buses, but coming home on 97 3 nights in a row i found it difficult to read, my head ached consumedly, and i can't focus on the pages for long. i should go to bed.