But most of all, when snowflakes fall, I wish you love.

Fleeting.

i like that word, it's got a certain grace about it.

was gonna go on about how awesome the week's been, but i just found out that Father Fossien passed away this morning. he baptised me, and one of my earliest memories is watching this old old caucasian man, with brown suspenders and black-rimmed reading glasses, sitting in an armchair, calling me to him. "ahhh, zsha-nette.." one of my earliest memories, and my only one of him.

but i guess that's what the week's been, and Life's about. Fleeting. y'see, the good times always pass faster, and sooner or later, you forget the things that once seemed so terribly important.

sungei buloh was fantastic. there's this wildness about it, different from the clautrophobic rainforests, different from the open ocean. the day we went, the rain couldn't make up its mind. so the whole route along the mangroves was deliciously alternating between chill and warm. and omg, the whole thing was incredibly poetic!

stop at the bridge about a few hundred metres after it forks, and there's this place where the egrets roost. the sky is a dreary grey, and the rising tide brings the salty briny wind in. right on the line where sea touches sky, the mangrove trees kind of fit in nicely like stage curtains. and on the trees, you see this whole flock of white birds. omgosh, gorgeousness. it's like a water colour painting i swear.

i so want to be a guide there. and oh. hoho, i found out chandler's real name. he announced it to the whole world. and it's the name of my favourite little boy earlier this year zomg. who in turn reminds me of a pelican. (says in a Mufasa voice: we are all connected..)

suddenly feel lonely. pfft.

Eternal light shine upon him, may he rest in peace. Amen.