It's a lazy Saturday and I have dinner plans later in the evening with some colleagues. Yes, I'm still doing the farewell meet-up with friends. Sometimes one have to reflect with a certain degree of irony - that for all my anti-social habits, I actually have a lot of friends.

I'm reading The Idiot right now. There is something about Dostoevsky that I find soothing. It says something about my own life when I confess that I recognise his tortured characters, their passionate intensity. That moment when The Prince sees the portrait of Natasya Filippovna for the very first time, and he recognises the suffering in her - that connection through suffering - I think I understand.

I want to take it slow today, after a hectic week. Hope everyone have a nice weekend rest.