I flew back into Sydney last night, with a heavy heart. Sigh. It's always so hard leaving, only to come home, crashing back to the reality of this Sydney life. Every few months, I escape from reality to this amazing parallel life that I want to make my reality.
This trip was no different. It makes you appreciate time, and how little time there really is. It was good to see Cathy in Singapore, and have high tea with her and Sang. Was good to holiday with Shermain and Judy. I didn't realise Shermain was such a wuss until we did a fish reflexology session. Was lovely to see the other world, and the life left behind.
I met the parents, played with San Bao, had BBQ stingray, met the older lesbians, met the muchly discussed friends, chilled by the skypool,in Sentosa, had personal time with the missus, got beaten in the luge, and ate like there was no tomorrow.
And now, after such a short trip, I'm back to reality.
And so the time passes, ever so slowly, until we meet again.
This trip was no different. It makes you appreciate time, and how little time there really is. It was good to see Cathy in Singapore, and have high tea with her and Sang. Was good to holiday with Shermain and Judy. I didn't realise Shermain was such a wuss until we did a fish reflexology session. Was lovely to see the other world, and the life left behind.
I met the parents, played with San Bao, had BBQ stingray, met the older lesbians, met the muchly discussed friends, chilled by the skypool,in Sentosa, had personal time with the missus, got beaten in the luge, and ate like there was no tomorrow.
And now, after such a short trip, I'm back to reality.
And so the time passes, ever so slowly, until we meet again.
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