The days following the Singtel pitch were slow and rather sluggish, I felt like I'd expended all physical resources, every milligram of Barocca, multi-vitamins and steam had been washed out or depleted from my system.
For the first time in a long time, I sat in a park with Roy eating (what would soon turn into food poison).
Roy really likes geometry, and appreciates good geometry. 'See that line?' he points to a beam running up the wooden table we're sitting at. He then proceeds to explain why he chose to sit where he is sitting based on the perspective of vanishing point of where the beam slips under the table top.
He didn't want to look into the awkward gap between the beams - It's a visual irritation he doesn't need, and on the flip side he gets to enjoy a perfectly composed asymmetrical view of converging wood beams.
I take a bit of my (soon to be giving me food poisoning) super-hearty roast beef sandwich (10 bucks from simple sandwich). It's pretty tasty at the time and so hearty I'm using neck-muscles to yank pieces of it out of my own hands (in a side-to side motion).
We stare up at the overcast sky, and I take a deep breath.
'I'll be in on a plane this time tomorrow.' I think to myself.
Awesome (exhale).
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