language is powerful... words could hypnotise and shape our beliefs... and right could be made wrong... i guess nobody wants to be manipulated... but we all are... it's like the writer's a puppet master brilliantly pulling the invisible strings on us puppets... grammar's static; language lives... and what's alive could be really lethal...

speaking of which, it feels like my English's getting substandard... somehow i don't feel "it" very much... i don't know what "it" is... but i know "it" makes me feel good when it comes to English... "it" is perhaps just feelings... by the way, this is no cause for anyone to joke on my language... mind you!

anyway, had lunch with Michelle today... it'd been sooo long... seems to me that friendship could really be unfathomable... we could so close and so far... and we could always get close yet again... i hope we stay the way we are...

paid a visit to the National Museum of S'pore... the History Gallery's so huge it took us hours to cover just half of it... definitely better than the Arts Museum... about The Mutiny... i love history... and the Singa Merlionus... which i thought existed...

we took our time during dinner... was probably my hugest Magic Wok meal... been eating lots... to make up for my lost charm... last night's fried prawn fusilli at Spagheddies was ethereal to the senses... i love good food...