I've said this before though: some things have an uncanny ability to remain constant while everything else moves on around them. My friendship with Mag is one of those things. I've missed hanging out - sitting in a cafe or a quiet bar with a coffee or drink (it's usually coffee), talking endlessly about everything, unloading problems on to each other, and feeling immensely better at the end of it because you're secure in the knowledge that she will always be there, no matter what. It is a rare kind of friendship and I consider myself immensely lucky to have her in my life.
I dragged myself to Bukit Pasoh last night despite suddenly feeling insanely tired from my mid-afternoon tennis after I showered. It was unnaturally hot yesterday and I felt so drained when I was all showered and sitting in the living room reading Gerard Woodward's August (which turned out to be one of the best books I've read so far this year). The only thing that kept me from cancelling was the fact that I was going to meet Mag. It was a very good decision on my part.
Yes, we should definitely hang out more often. I can't wait till the next time!
I went for a swim today, as usual. My freestyle has become a complete joke. I found myself taking water up my nose after a few strokes and I gave up rather quickly.
I miss swimming in the sea.
In fact, I miss Europe. I am so bored in Singapore.
I have to say that it is inhumanly hot today. I turned on the air-conditioning in my room at 9pm; I usually do so at 10ish. I can't stand being outside the safety of my room for more than 10 seconds because it feels like a furnace out there. It was dark and cloudy this afternoon, hinting at the possibility of rain, but it never came; and so the humidity lingered and accumulated, infiltrating every nook and cranny of the Singaporean home. At times like these, I have no choice but to offer my sincere thanks to the genius(es) who invented air-conditioning.
Lastly, I am tired of thinking about, and missing, Wouter. I think I will just let time do its job.