It was pretty awkward to have Graeme leave for the airport... and to sleep there. I was feeling a tinge of guilt for inviting him home at 12 midnight.
That was after Gjaye brought us to Punggol's end, Singapore's Northern land, to check out the beaches.. we observed some fishing enthusiasts combing the coast, a family having fun with the sand.. all in the middle of the night. The light source illuminating the coasts are the strobe lights from the Coast Guards station (where a lady sat near by to read The Straits Times), the land across the straits and the mid-autumn moon. I loved the look of the sand, washed with a monochromatic paleness, but I bet it wouldn't be comparable to the San Francisco bay that Graeme did his kite flying at. We are supposed to drink in a pub, but the place is too smoky and crowded.
We invited Graeme to my place. This is when things started turning awry.
Mum, being a wonderful host as alway, kept awake to serve him some pandan cake, and mooncake (We didn't try it, since we felt pretty full after eating the pandan cake) and returned to the kitchen to chat with Gjaye.
So Graeme and I were left in the living room. We chatted about the difference in our lives and the pecking order in the family. Being Tolkein fans, I showed him a Tolkien picture book drawn by Davis Day and convinced him that he should watch the LOTR film. I was so entthusiastic to show him the video when the DVD player malfunctions (unable to detect the disc). The next thing I knew is mum behind me, asking me why am I playing movies so late at night, and stated there is no spare room for Graeme.
It's pointless to refute mum. I have no choice but to send him 'home' (somewhere) on a Comfort Taxi. He was supposed to make his way to the hotel, but choose to go nap in the airport instead. Man... He's a cool Australian guy. But I can't help feeling HORRIBLE for being a LOUSY and abusive host.
It was 3:00AM when everything is (finally) settled. Had a warm bath, laid in bed and thought of Deepak's flight arrival at 6:30AM. I dozed off even before I could send him a message to tell him that I will not be receiving him from the airport.
That was after Gjaye brought us to Punggol's end, Singapore's Northern land, to check out the beaches.. we observed some fishing enthusiasts combing the coast, a family having fun with the sand.. all in the middle of the night. The light source illuminating the coasts are the strobe lights from the Coast Guards station (where a lady sat near by to read The Straits Times), the land across the straits and the mid-autumn moon. I loved the look of the sand, washed with a monochromatic paleness, but I bet it wouldn't be comparable to the San Francisco bay that Graeme did his kite flying at. We are supposed to drink in a pub, but the place is too smoky and crowded.
We invited Graeme to my place. This is when things started turning awry.
Mum, being a wonderful host as alway, kept awake to serve him some pandan cake, and mooncake (We didn't try it, since we felt pretty full after eating the pandan cake) and returned to the kitchen to chat with Gjaye.
So Graeme and I were left in the living room. We chatted about the difference in our lives and the pecking order in the family. Being Tolkein fans, I showed him a Tolkien picture book drawn by Davis Day and convinced him that he should watch the LOTR film. I was so entthusiastic to show him the video when the DVD player malfunctions (unable to detect the disc). The next thing I knew is mum behind me, asking me why am I playing movies so late at night, and stated there is no spare room for Graeme.
It's pointless to refute mum. I have no choice but to send him 'home' (somewhere) on a Comfort Taxi. He was supposed to make his way to the hotel, but choose to go nap in the airport instead. Man... He's a cool Australian guy. But I can't help feeling HORRIBLE for being a LOUSY and abusive host.
It was 3:00AM when everything is (finally) settled. Had a warm bath, laid in bed and thought of Deepak's flight arrival at 6:30AM. I dozed off even before I could send him a message to tell him that I will not be receiving him from the airport.
We met for dinner anyway, had a simple Japanese fast food meal at Kovan, where he gave me the books he bought for me in Manchester. An advanced sketching guide book and this: "The Little Book of Abuse" by Jasmine Birtles. Amazing palm-sized packed with witty between-the-lines.
Two reasons why he bought that: The author and I have similar first names, and lastly, to hone my sarcasm skills.
LESSON 1. Abuse for the fashion victim:
Two reasons why he bought that: The author and I have similar first names, and lastly, to hone my sarcasm skills.
LESSON 1. Abuse for the fashion victim:
Nice perfume.
Must you marinate in it?
Must you marinate in it?
I am so bringing it everywhere.
Thanks D
