it's been at least a year since i've managed to get through 1/2 a book, so i think i deserve a bit of self-applause, but then considering it's fiction, then that's not much to be proud about, so maybe not. But it's charming the way Britons have a book with them almost wherever they go, and how they read on the tube and all. Yes you would say that Singaporeans do that too- but i don't know really- judging from my experiences braving the rush hour in the morning and evenings on the MRT, most people are playing all kinds of games on their iphones, or listening to their ipods.

No, not that it's a problem really- just that,

i admire that kind of commitment to reading-

i just don't know; it's difficult to find a book that can capture my attention for more than 10 minutes; usually by page 3 i already feel like doing something else.

but i really, really, really, really like this book.

so much that i bet it's going to be in my bag wherever i go, and that means it's going to be in a really shit like state when i'm done with it. Which is my way of loving it and showing i care, since all things that i love and utilize a lot end up in a wasted state of being.

Not that it matters to me really-

Reading is a nice thing to do.

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Dear blog, do you feel like sometimes you wish things were simple? Like how it seems to be forever endlessly difficult to arrange to meetup with somebody, to do something, to eat something, to go somewhere? it's so hopelessly tiring that i almost feel like giving up sometimes, and not meeting at all.

But then when the meeting materializes, it is so nice it is beyond what i can imagine. it is beyond the kind of frustration and annoyance that overwhelmed me- it is so comfortable, so enjoyable that i am not a single bit tired or angry. It is almost as if the trouble of arranging and canceling and rescheduling and all did not happen at all. And when i see the person waving at me i cannot help but genuinely smile and feel happy.

it is almost as if i feel silly for being frustrated/tired/angry in the first place.

why, why, why does this happen?