Erssuming I'm Invited ...

This opens on Feb 19 here in SG and if I'm lucky, Mo & her mom will bring me. Vic, G, Vern, you guys wanna come?

Ergo the Elation Ends

I've just discovered the loathsome qualities of the months of November and December because ermid the muffled laughter in the dark, the fantastical list of things to be done, the magical feeling of the yuletide and soaring emotions, these ghastly months do nothing but create the perfect illusion as to what January and February would turn out to be. Your expectations are heightened to unimaginable altitudes only to come crashing down once the first weeks of the new year run their course. Then comes February, where you replay that life-shattering plunge in your head in slow motion and die all over again.

I could think of 26 places I'd like to re-visit before I'm placed six feet under.