so i was going to write about how sad my life is but i decided to scrape it cuz i don't want any sympathetic comments of the 'you're not so bad-cheer up' variety.

it turns out that whenever you put morris, xinyi and me together at one dining table the conversation will inevitably turn towards our lack of relationships. it's almost as if we are already 30 and our biological clocks are ticking louder and louder. we would wonder why everyone else around us is getting attached, how a friend who gets attached will gradually fade away from our radars, and how sad we would be when there is no single friend to go out with. in fact we take turns to sink each other into a deeper state of misery. we would worry about never getting married, us moving into the dreaded 'never been kissed' territory, and lament that one will automatically be happy if one has found love.

almost like a reflex action, i went home and promptly had diarrhoea and vomitted my whole dinner.

it was a horrible end to an originally good weekend on which i went to the lantern festival at shuanglin temple in toa payoh, ripped jason mraz's cd, and watched the motorcycle diaries (loved the b&w shots). urgh.