It's going to be an intense week ahead. First, the schedule at IMH - have to work round it to go get my serology reports, and thereafter, more administrative stuff even. And not just for electives. Tonnes of things to settle.

Sad, Maria's finally leaving for home this Wed morning, after 4 years here! Things get sad sometimes - I guess I've come to a stage in life where we all know better. "We'll write, but we never do" kind of thing. Truth is, people do weave in and out of our lives at different times- passengers taking the same bus, and we all get off at different stages. The new help can only speak Bahasa, so that's going to be a slight problem. And we want to make her as comfortable as possible, but that ain't going to happen if she can't share our jokes and TV programmes etc. So. Maria's going back to her home to visit her elderly parents, and she might continue studying in university, or start a small restaurant business in Bali. In any case, Yx and I bought her a lovely cookbook.

This had been a most intense week, in fact. In a sudden rush, all that's been sacrificed comes back to haunt me. Attended Cynthia's birthday party on Sat, and the first thing every single aunt says to me is an accusation of why I haven't been to visit for ages. Hell yeah, I've totally spoilt those aunts, being the perfect nephew who "swoons" at the sight of their cooking and tastefully exclaims with wonder at their new necklace or something. Mr. Auntie Killer at his prime? Don't get me wrong at all, the food thing is truly heartfelt!! They are wonderful cooks. Hmm. Maybe I can take this chance to request for certain stuff. =D

Took a lonely walk that night, and just had to meet Nik who was coming back on his bike. After a round of teasing (gosh, the nostalgia was choking me, I swear) we settled to meet this coming weekend. I wonder how far things have come to drift apart through all these years? Will there be awkward silences? New things that'll shock me, that I can't keep off my face? Or will I start speaking in jargon, forgetting the ways of the layman?

Alienated, insular - that's how I feel.

Meeting dear Mimi and Azhar tonight! Isn't it odd, how the different faces I used to see ever so often all turn up at one time? All of a sudden, I don't feel so alone anymore. And Mr. Ye's coming back for X'mas. =D Chronicles of Narnia perhaps?

Flashbacks .. of more innocent times ...

of zero point ..
of school projects ..
of rhododendron forests ..
of KAP Mac's ..
of Sentosa at night ..
of cycling and skating ..
of cooking ..

=( I'd better be careful, this is depressive. Just at a stage where things I hold so dear are hanging precariously by a single thread, and let go I must, but I can't.