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celebratoryTopic: Singapore
Today is the third day of the year of the pig. The year of the golden pig, as a matter of fact, the year that my brother will be having his first child.
Last Thursday I returned to Singapore after a short trip to Melbourne. Given recent events in Australia, I am very glad to be back home.Since touch down, I've been trying my best to do nothing, think about nothing and eat a lot of things. This kind of life is good for retarding the brain and healing the soul.. or perhaps I'm not really healing my soul but just escaping for as long as it is humanly possible.
Nearly everyone asked about my love life. Last year my brother got married and now that they are expecting their first child, the couple had done nearly everything gossip-worthy. This year everyone's attention is on me, undivided. There is no more fingers to point. Yet strangely enough I responded to them with a sense of abandonment - telling them everything they want to hear but nothing that is really true. There is a strange pleasure in lying - doing something that is not 'right' and rebelling against my usual instinct of a goody goody.
