Bryan Wong

just got home yesterday..left singapore on the 31st of Oct,been to Bhutan,Sikhim,Kolkata,Delhi,jaisalmer,pushkar,resikesh,shimla and finally varanasi.

This trip has been really long..been freezing my #%@$ off up in the snow capped-mountains ,been on a camel’s back in the desert, been standing next to a well wrapped corpse, been floating on the ganges river, been walking amongst holy men, been sick for the last five days. And yes, been eating two years entittlement of bananas within this short span of time.

I am not quite as tired as i think i should be, for some revelations on this trip coersed me to reaccess my priorities in my mundane life..this i will share with you in due time

Not now..not tommorrow…but….soon.

let me get on with my bills first..before the banks shut me off….

Till i get my material life in place,we will talk.

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Date: 28 november 2008

Time:2130hrs

its been a couple of days since i got back .Thank you lots for letting me know that i have been missed..

谢谢大家的关心，非常感动！很高兴你们的心里还有我。。。

Even though i missed the 45 anni programme, in a twisted narcissistic way, i am kind of a glad that my absence evoked some emotions in ppl who missed me..sometimes,in life, its good to just disappear for a while and when you step back and access the situation, you seemed to be able to dervive if you have been doing right.. Bear with my dissappearance for just a little longer,after my next trip to italy, which is on this coming monday, i should be back for good..been told that its snowing now in Milan..not very good for my flu and cough though..but i so love the sight and feel of snow..I remembered vividly the first time when i encountered snow..many years ago when i went to France on a new years eve..when the clock struck twelve, amazingly,the sky emptied buckets and buckets of white fluffy snow..i cried at the touch of snow, for i revelled in  my virginal contact with it, i cried for the beauty of it, i cried when i realised that i would never be able to share this joy with my father, who passed on a couple of months prior to my trip…

Hmm..getting a bit too heavy..did not set out to blog in this direction..Weird.. i started on a happy note but now……a drastic change of mood i detect..but how come?……

Memories…so beautiful yet, when triggered,becomes hauntingly beautiful..with overtones of sadness that seemed to have a life of its own and engulfs you in a split second..

i think i am still very sick, thus emotional…..that sounds …. logical

but in my heart i know well……… that’s just an excuse…