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There are signs of its passing in the way the leaves turn colours, and the wind carries a chill. Time passes and we are its helpless victims, caught in its endless trek toward the future. Time can be interesting in the way that it passes. Sometimes it can pass quickly, as if in the blink of an eye. Other times it can pass slowly, dragging on for what may seem like ages.

It has been 6 months since I left Singapore. Yet I can remember the sights and smells as clearly as if it was yesterday. I miss the little country and all of its intricacies. In the hopes of going back, I have plans to book a flight in early February for 10 days. I think it should be a good chance to visit with some of my friends and catch up on their lives. It should also give me an opportunity to meet Florence’s family, and hopefully introduce some of you to her.

I’m excited for December, when she plans to come to Canada, and I am excited for February. We have been together for 3 months now, since August. In that time we have spent more than 100 hours on the phone, have more than 45mb of MSN and Skype messages in history, and have sent several thousand SMS messages. I can’t wait until December 19th; it is only 6 weeks away.