Zen

Times like these, sitting beside the clementi fountain downing iced tea, the indescribable peace that finally being left alone is beyond words. Totally alone, breathing, seeing, tasting, thinking, feeling, the experience of the senses. It is this enjoyment of isolation that i crave, far from the madding crowd, that have left me convinced that i could probably survive transplantation to anywhere in the world. London, Manchester, Perth, Sydney, Prague, Tokyo, wherever. Perhaps i will miss my char kway teow, but the inherent wanderlust and the inclination towards my internal self would probably sooth the "losses".

Come to think of it, i haven't had char kway teow in quite awhile anyway....