Eh, I know I wanted desperately to write, but then now my blog has bandwidth, I don’t remember what I want to write anymore.

As I am trying to decide where to head out tonight, and getting lazier by the minute.

I can’t post any more pictures from my Vietnam trip cos my bandwidth issue is still not sorted out.

Oh I remember.

I wanted to write about the Vietnamese I encountered.

I wanted to write about… Halong Bay.

I wanted to write about how we were tricked into drinking shitty coffee. Literally.

I ate too much veggies in Vietnam.

I ate too much in Vietnam. Daily buffets and good food and hormonal changes meant stuffing myself silly, and happily.

I wanted to talk about the cruise.

I wanted to talk about the upcoming trip.

I wanted to talk about The Ritz Hotel where we stayed in.

I wanted to talk about my TKI results.

Today is a day of lots and lots of energy, and I feel kinda great to start the day this way, though I know I still ain’t relaxing enough.

Okay, all are jotted down so I remember what to write when the bandwidth is wee bit stable, and that I feel like writing more.

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As we were sitting at the coffeeshop near my place last night, my anxiety prompted me to tear my nails out. It was a cool night with such comforting breeze.

He wouldn’t be able to go diving soon, he said casually.

And as we caught up, it was such a wry exchange.. we spoke of life with such indifference, almost making a mockery of our predicaments. Of dying, of death, of failures, of fears, of uncertainty… of many.

It was just a simple shrug, and what could have sounded terrible were blinked away effortlessly, matter-of-factly, as if we had mocked them in the face, not giving them an ounce of respect nor fear despite their severity.

Dreamers, we are, he remarked.

I grinned sheepishly and pondered for the briefest moment.

A dozen years ago, what were we looking for? The people around us back then, had found whatever they had wanted.

My first puppy love had gotten married recently.

The stability factor in the people around us, seems to be common, but did our spontaneity and impulsiveness stumble us along the way?

Was it us, or was it just that everyone else was strung along.

Is our flaming passion and the relentless search for that…. something, unrealistic?

It shouldn’t be that difficult, should it?

Simplicity, serendipity. It really shouldn’t be that difficult.

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Okay, heading out to Geylang for supper now, and I hope I have bandwidth when I come back!