Once more.

On a warm Saturday and I am sipping tea with John on Skype, watching Die Hard 4 together through the screen-sharing function :)

It's so strange how the hot drinks in our hands connect us, how - from two extreme ends of the world - we are marveling over Bruce Willis' exaggerated inability to die. I thought, "this feels comfortable" and it was. It's nice to include a new part of my life in Canterbury, into my old familiar world here (if you haven't heard, I'm back in Singapore!). And it's so ironic that with the loss of one 'J', another 'J' would come along. In a different way, but almost sufficient nonetheless.

When I found my heart to be restless, my sanity melting, he was there. He is always there. With him, I forget about loss, forget to be sad. That's enough for me, for now.


"Mostly, I think you are quite wonderful." Aww.




// I find myself having to protect you. Find myself having to convince the people around me that 'we' are never happening again because they keep asking, because they don't understand what fault could lie with someone as perfect as you. Because everyone loves you. And all I can think about is...I do too.