I’d like to say that, right now, for this precious brief moment, I have little bits of writing scattered all over waiting to be presented to the world to my tiny audience, that I also have a phletora of photos, some of which are quite lovely, some of which do not quite fit the odd but nice formal and sombre mood these couple of days on the blogfront. If you had time, I have stuff to share. If I had time, I would carry on writing. But it is 3.15am in SG and 00:45am here. I would die, but I have words to write and pictures to take. I would love you, too. 🙂 Ah, bliss. I am so in ecstacy over the recent verbosity. Notwithstanding my mid-life career crisis. Thank you for reading. Feel free to respond and email. Apologies and regret if I inadvertently disrupt your innocence. A toast, to everything. (According to the movie The Romantics, it would not be a good idea to invite your absolute best friend to your wedding, if she happens to be the ex-gf of the groom. What you gonna do about it?) I know you’re gonna read this and go to work, or read this after work and then go bathe, and promptly forget about it. What you gonna do about it, no one has enough time.