I am really proud of myself to announce that I am emotionally liberated and have regained my optimism in life and love.

In a way, thanks Nick Vujicic for a simple yet enlightening video, thanks!!

The Mezzanine is a surprising delight; I think I could read anything Baker writes. ( I even read a 2 page miniscule sized subscripted debate between the science of paper and plastic straws, but when I extended the discussion to the table over schoolunch, it died off almost instantly. I am not talented like that ).

Some nights I teach a German boy about walaos, aiyos, lars. I test him with a picture from a recipe book, and he effortlessly identifies, accurately, basil, feta cheese and bell pepper. I am impressed because I mistook the feta for tofu. Half the time we talk of food music school people and festivals; the other half Europe, Asia and travel. I intend to convert him, one day; he doesn't enjoy seafood nor durian. Our opinions converge with regards to capital punishment. Sometimes we use our limited, grammer-faulty French, or his Germglish, or my singlish, but most of the time, universally apt internet english. Always I am giddy with jealousy when he talks of garden parties, jumping into lakes buttnaked, oversized bathtubs that I could swim or scubadive in, a drive to Paris, to London, a weekend at Hamburg, at Heidelberg... I feel contained in my country.