If I am to be at Singapore at this moment, I'd probably be out there drinking with my very fabulous friends, whom I miss muchly.
On a Saturday night like this, in a far off different place down south, my state of mind is, in comparison to my mindset in Singapore, a stark contrast. Despite the scenes from my own Singapore-made film that keeps replaying in my reel mind, I feel neither depressed nor exasperating. My Saturdays, on a particular one like today, has been spent running errands, going to the fresh market at Victoria, shopping at Chapel Street then went home after a fabulous (!) dinner at Pacific Place. Ironing in Singapore seemed like a chore, but while I was ironing the clothes in Melbourne, the latter seemed therapeutic. I miss you guys (you would know who you are). Enjoy your weekend and I am, indeed, enjoying myself as much as I can. And then I shall hit back to the books.

They call it the last burst of fire.