No Concentration

Trying to read “Orientalism” but not able to concentrate. Trying to listen to music, Zappa or otherwise, but not able to really enjoy it. (If you have to try to listen, you shouldn’t listen to that music.)

More than anything else, I stopped reading the E. It was something that I had continued almost obsessively.

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To Meidi-Ya on Tuesday, I walked from Clarke Quay station. From Exit C, it was like a boot camp training. No escalator. Walking steps up and up and up… I got muscle pain in my calves.

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I learned also on Tuesday that CH had left the company. She is the one who asked me “what do you think about the culture here?”