Open arms.

Things are looking better these days. Today is the 2nd day (though not consecutively) since Wednesday that I haven't cried - even this morning, while spilling everything out to the counsellor. Good work Lynn.

4 more days before flying back to Melbourne. Feeling super unprepared, both physically (I mean the luggage) and mentally. In fact, emotionally too. Seemed like just a month ago when I touched down in December last year. But now, everyone wants a piece of me... like hello it's my last week here so please gimme a break?! Everyone seems to be (quietly? intentionally?) busy for the first 11 weeks that I am here, then suddenly they realise "Oh Lynn is going back this Sat let's grab the chance to meet up this week before she leaves!!" And then, in a single day, I get like 5 msgs from people asking me out on the same day, at the same time. Bravo.

Why do people not understand that I really cannot possibly fit everyone in? Why do people not understand, that the last week is the most precious of all? To do last minute shopping, spend the last few days with family or significant others, rest at home and think about what I haven't bought to bring back, not to mention packing the freaking luggage which might jolly well weigh above 30 kg?... it's really alot of work, if you ask me. So please, do not ask me out 5 days before I leave... particularly those who have been (I cannot emphasize this enough) deadly busy for 11 weeks... and all of a sudden, a week before I fly, you resurrect from the dead.

Non-overseas students, you will never know the agony and annoyance-level of all this crap until you experience it yourself. Trust me, it kills.

Falling in love with Journey's "Open Arms". WHO on earth is he/are they, though?!?

Actually I think Mariah did a good version too. Clay Aiken as well. Rawwrrr.

So now I come to you
With open arms
Nothing to hide
Believe what I say

Journey - Open Arms.

Though I wish the song had more meaningful lyrics.

I say a little prayer for you.



Dearest Wei,

So we all said our last goodbyes to you today as you were pushed into the flames. Words cannot express how we all felt at that time. The final, and most difficult-to-bear confirmation that you were never gonna be with us anymore. I vividly remember how when those expressionless men lifted your coffin to be pushed into the flames, everyone started going "Zhiwei take care... Zhiwei take care..." and my tears started to fall. At that time I wondered to myself, how do these Mount Vernon men feel as they do the same thing, day in and day out? Pushing dead people into flames and having to look at crying faces and grieving expressions a thousand times in a day?

I wrote you a letter this morning, accompanied by a large sunflower, hoping that you'll be able to find another place with lots of sun - 'cos that's just what you are anyway. Our little sunshine who's always smiling and cracking silly jokes to make us laugh. I asked for the two items to be put on top of the coffin and cremated with you, together with the countless number of paper cranes and stars that your classmates folded, for a part of us to always be with you even after your departure.

I remember when we were younger, we used to sing this children's song called "zi ji die dao zi ji pa" (meaning "picking yourself up after a fall", literally). It brought back fond memories of our childhood - the days we fought, the times I made you cry for God knows what reasons, or even at family gatherings where we used to fool around talking crap and all. Most importantly, it reminded me that this song was especially sung for you because it goes "wei wei, bu yao pa, ni shi hao wa wa..." I will never look at this song the same way again, Wei. The lyrics are enough to kill me.

Take care my beloved cousin, may you find peace and happiness wherever you may be now. Lynn Jiejie will love you always. I promise you, for the rest of my life. Time will heal the wounds, but will never erase all the memories I have of you, okay?

And for now, allow me to sing you this song for the last time, can?

wei wei bu yao pa
ni shi hao wa wa
zi ji die dao zi ji pa
ni kan shan shang wei ni kai man hong hua
ni shi hao wa wa
yao zi ji die dao zi ji pa.

Like the lyrics of this song mention, you are indeed a very nice boy who is capable of solving your own problems. And I hope that by now you can notice the red flowers on the mountain, just for you. Remember my boy... when you fall down, you have to pick yourself up.

It's a pity Wei, that this time when you really fell, you couldn't pick yourself up.

There was no one to pick you up.

Have a good sleep.

If only.

Dearest Wei,

If only you realised the importance, and fragility of, life and living.
If only you knew that there is always a solution to every problem in this world.
If only you knew that you shouldn't have taken things into your own hands.
If only you knew that you don't always have to listen to the voice inside your head.
If only you told me you were having a problem.
If only you thought about how much your family loves you.
If only you thought about how much I love you.

If only... we didn't lose you this morning.

I don't know why I am coming online to blog, when such a thing has happened to my family. According to the book, I probably should be crying my eyes out, staring into space, or even remaining in denial. Whatever. Maybe I just need a channel to let it all out - a channel to tell Wei what I think and feel. Fifteen years after he came into our lives, he decided to say goodbye - without a note, without a phone call, without an sms. Without anything.

When I went out just now, I looked around and wondered to myself how strange it was that the rest of the world continued going about its daily activites - people talking, laughing, running their businesses with a cheerful smile on their faces - whereas my world had seemingly stopped since 0515 this morning.

My dear Wei, why did you leave without saying goodbye? Didn't we just have loads of fun at Grandma's birthday 4 days ago? Didn't we enjoy taking pictures together using Ichi's phone? Didn't you look like the normal, happy you? It's unfair to do so, Wei. It's a terribly selfish thing to do. Why did you choose to leave this world with so many things left unaccomplished? Your family, your friends, your future? Do you know how heartwrenching it was for us to hear Grandma brace herself to say, "Let's take it that he went for a holiday..." when she was the one who probably needed the most comfort?

I have yet to come to terms with what you did, you silly boy. It's like a sudden void was created inside me. I feel like rushing straight to the hospital now, give you a hard smack on the back, and scream at you to wake up. Wake up right now. You have to wake up, Wei. We all have to wake up - wake up as though this is just a bad dream.

And much as I'd hate to forgive you, I hope and pray that if there were to be a chance for you to be reincarnated, reborn, or whatever... please, I beg you... do come back to our family. Come back to us.

Wei, no matter what you've done, the whole family still loves you very much. And we always will.

You know that more than anything else, don't you?

Now I miss you more than I
Missed you before and now
Where I'll find comfort
God knows?
Cos you left me
Just when I needed you most.

Randy Vanwarmer - Just when I needed you most.

Retching wretch.

Spent about three hours at FASS today with Qi. Crashed her GEK 1005 (whatever the subject title is) lecture, then requested her to take me around campus. Visited LT 10 (where I saw the "Fragrant Plant Garden" just a few steps away. What the?!), the canteen (which actually looks like a hawker centre rather than a cafeteria), Raffles Hall (the hostel), and the library. Cool little funky place. I adore their Chinese collections. Not to mention that it's a thousand times prettier, quieter, and cosier than Melbourne Uni's. Well, at least everything is contained in one single place. Not like Melbourne Uni's neverending list of libraries that the books are contained in - the ERC, Law Library, Baillieu, MBS, and what else??!!??? (I assume so). And sheesh, what's with the whole line of Chat Points for people to talk inside on their mobile phones?! Innovative, but alas, a very lame concept.

Survey question: NUS people, do you actually get up from your seat to go inside the supposedly sound-proof Chat Points when your mobile phones ring?

Left NUS close to 7pm, then headed down to CCK LOT 1 (it was my very first time there, I swear) for dinner. Had some popiah and a quarter of a relatively tasteless claypot chicken rice, after which I decided that I should get something else - so I went to get a plate of chee cheong fun, much to Qi's shock and horror (I know you feel that way, don't lie :p). Took a few pics (of both food and us) as well... but uh, I'll upload them some other time.

X X X

Oz (minus "The Wizard of") starts its run tomorrow. Good luck mummy! :>

Godbrother called me earlier to ask if I was interested in playing one of the roles for his upcoming musical, "Living Large" in August. Kill me, really. Just kill me. He asked me to persuade Mom to let me defer my studies. I was like "WHAT???!!!" -_- Apparently Yanzi (my best friend?) was supposedly one of the leads but she was afraid of inviting gossip. You know, the kind that goes "Eh I thought she taking a one year break why appear in musical now har har har??????"..... so, BLAH!!!! -_-

I wish.

And to make matters worse, Kheng Long's the music director - ie: he will write the songs, arrange and play them onstage. L-I-V-E. Bu xing, wo hui si.

wo men quan bu yi qi si, so Piggy says. Kenn Chia Seng Cher, just what the hell are you thinking about???!!!! You're a nut. An incorrigibly out-of-your-mind disgusting little N-U-T >.<

That's why darling
It's incredible
That someone so unforgettable
Thinks that I am
Unforgettable, too.

Nat King Cole & Natalie Cole - Unforgettable.

All that jazz.



Anyone drooling? Before you assume this was how I spent Valentine's Day, nope... this pic was taken at Jack's Place (Wisma), when Piggy and I decided to comfort ourselves with a super sumptous plus pukeworthy dinner (yep, that's her cutting up the meat ;p), after a major bawling session together at Plaza Sing's Golden Village cinema. My gawd -_- "House of Sand and Fog" (Jennifer Connelly + Ben Kingsley) has got to be the saddest, most tragic, most heart-wrenching movie of ALL time (and we all thought nothing would beat "I Am Sam"! -_-). Definitely THE movie of the year for both of us - both of us sissies.

We didn't see it coming at all, really we didn't. Everything seemed pretty "Oh, okay" until someone got shot (shan't spoil the surprise for those who haven't yet caught it) and then I started tearing, crying, then all these eventually led to a major sobfest where both of us were sobbing uncontrollably in our seats. And when I said sobbing uncontrollably, I really really meant UNCONTROLLABLY. Sniffing. Shaking. Quivering. Whatever. (the nacho napkins came to good use indeed ;p).

For those of you (especially those in need of a good weep) who haven't caught it, please, please do. It's a very much under-rated (actually it has a 4 star rating) but relatively unheard of film. Oh man. I can never stop talking about it. Just go watch it for yourselves.

Ben, you deserve the Oscar more than anyone else. Heh, my best friend.

X X X

Jazz piano lessons have become more like a show-off session for Mr Hartono rather than anything else. I realise, in fact with much joy and glee, that he spends almost 30 mins out of the entire 45, showing off his skills. I don't mind it at all, though it's almost 50 bucks per lesson. It's definitely a great pleasure to be able to hear a maestro play a beautiful jazz piece... when you yourself aren't even half (no, in fact one eighth in my case) as good.

For my last lesson with him here, I swear I'll make him play "Cry Me a River", just for the memories. Someone bring along some wine and candles ^_^

X X X

So the Vday part time job which required me to sell disposable undies and chocolate went not-so-very-well after all. People see me holding that suspicious little box and they start avoiding me like the plague, even before I can manage to open my mouth and ask them if they'd like a Vday gift for a "loved one". I ended up with 3 pieces in 1 hour, but don't ask me how I managed to do that. Count myself lucky that I've got supportive friends and family -_- Thanks ZS dearie for literally appearing out of nowhere to help me with the sales, the comment about how psychotic the sales manager looked, having dinner with me at LJS, and simply, just for being there when I needed help the most. You're a godsend :>

Vday itself was spent rollerblading and kayaking with the meanies at East Coast Park, which was great fun, and laughter. Kenn, you really should stop being so trigger happy with your Cybershot. But anyhow, the three of us truly enjoyed riding on you ;p Bwahahahhahahahaha. Behind the bike, of course ;p

The hour-long kayaking session under the scorching sun made me look like a fat roasted suckling pig, as Mom pointed out during Grandma's birthday dinner later that evening.

FINE.

X X X

Natalie Yong, please reply me asap. Or at least pick up the phone. Our future happiness is at stake, and it all lies in your hands -_-

Indochine Indochine Indochine. I cannot wait any longer -_-

X X X

Oz rehearsals start at the Jubilee Hall tonight. Can't imagine I'm going to burn 5 nights just like that.

You are always gonna be my love
Itsu ka dare ka to mata koi ni ochite mo
I'll remember to love
You taught me how.

Utada Hikaru - First Love.

It's on repeat mode like I've never heard it before. How weird.

The things you do for love.

Alfian Sa'at's "Landmarks: Asian Boys Vol. 2" was, to describe in one word, unforgettable. With eight short but moving stories, "Landmarks" takes you on a tour into a world that's, in my opinion, very much misunderstood in this land that we live in. It was definitely an eye-opening experience which taught me so much more than just "accepting people as they are". Personal faves include "My Own Private Toa Payoh", "Downstream Delta", "Raffles City Rendezvous" and "Supper at Maxwell" (the things you do for love). I would have enjoyed "Katong Fugue" more had I been more prepared to read between the lines (wahahhaha pun intended ;p) when it was running. It just doesn't feel the same way anymore when you ponder about it a few minutes after it's over.

Nevertheless, top-grade acting (with a strong cast boasting of Nora Samosir, Chua-"which IDD?!! which IDD?!!"-Enlai and Robin Goh), simple props, no backdrops (they used digicam photos in place of proper backdrops, which was a pretty cool idea), on-the-spot piano playing, real (and I mean REAL) tears, genuine kisses. What can I say? Wild Rice never fails to let its audience down. Since Cinderel-lah! and now this, I've become a fan :>

People get stuck onto nostalgia when they know they have no future.

X X X

Had a pretty dead day. The morning was spent driving along Punggol and Sengkang, and then learning how to park at a certain Ang Mo Kio carpark, which killed me. The afternoon was spent watching TV, continuing a long-overdue letter and then slacking. Oh, and pondering over whether I should take up the stupid vday job or not.

Well you see, I was at Clementi MRT on Saturday evening when I saw this little note on the noticeboard which read something like:

"Want to earn extra $$$? Sell Vday gifts and earn $80 per day. Must be able to work from 8 Feb to 14 Feb. For more details please sms or call blah blah blah...."

So I sent an msg expressing my interest, and asked if it was too late to "apply" since it was already the 7th. The reply said I was welcome and that there'd be a job interview on Monday the 9th.

Tada. The interview was... well, quite blah. Actually I already expected that I was to run around the streets of Orchard bugging people to buy something cheesy and silly, but for $38, a coconut shell thing with disposable undies and chocs just isn't worth it? Okay, call it hand-made, labour costs, unique, exquisite, cannot be found anywhere else, whatever.... but seriously, what are the chances of Singaporeans (especially since students are the ones who frequent Orchard) buying a simple gift like that for a hefty $38? Just for Vday? And, to top it all off, disposable underwear for the "slightly naughtier" ones? Plus, I'll be paid merely based on how many pieces I manage to sell. It's not like a pay-by-hour thing. So, what? If I miraculously manage to sell 1 item in 4 hours, I'm getting paid $1.50 per hour.

That's a much lesser amount compared to McDonald's staff -_-

X X X

"You're going to pretend that you don't love me?"

"It's just acting!"

"You want me to pretend that I don't love you?"

"Like I said, it's just acting!!!!"

"So when someone says CUT, you're going to start loving me again?"

I made sure I remembered the exact same lines (well... almost!) from that scene.

X X X

Actually, I used to be homophobic.

Pissed to the core.

Okay, I really am in no mood to blog tonight already, after what happened like 3 minutes ago. I had this whole long entry ready to be posted and published, but upon clicking "post and publish", I was led to a page which told me that the session has expired and my work is g.o.n.e?!!???!!!! No matter how many times I clicked on "back", it just won't take me back to my unsaved work. I feel like my blood was drained from me and I am in such great despair now. It's like, you have this 800 word essay due the next day and when you are just ready to print it, suddenly your computer screen goes blank and everything goes POOF.

I spent like two hours writing that. My reflections, my thoughts, my feelings... and what I did today.

I hate blogger sometimes. I hate it.

Feel like swearing, but nope, I shall hold all of it back because it's not going to bring back my work.

Oh well. **** it.

My ending song lyrics was supposed to be Michael Buble's "The Way You Look Tonight". Now I don't have the mood to look at anyone at all.

Arrrggghhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Does anyone out there understand???!!! I was really really really proud of that particular entry because I put my heart and soul into writing for the past 2 hours!!!!!!!!

Arrrgggghhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

You belong to me.

Pretty uneventful day. Stayed home to slack the whole day until dinner time, when I had some kind of a mushroom hotpot at Stadium Walk with Mom and H. It was something that I had to get used to, firstly because we only (and I mean only) had mushrooms for dinner (blah - H is a vegetarian, cant be helped). It was this steamboat thingy where you get to boil and eat virtually all species of mushrooms on this earth. Wasn't so bad after all - you could say that it's something new I've never tried, although a pure mushroom dinner wasn't exactly what I was looking forward to, considering I had nothing to eat the entire day.

I am so super duper totally absolutely addicted to Tori Amos' rendition of "You Belong To Me", from the Mona Lisa Smile OST :> It's one of the most beautiful I've ever ever heard - the big band touch, coupled with the lazy dreamy feel. Classic. The older versions don't even come close. Lifehouse did a version too, and it can actually be found in the Shrek OST. Like, huh??!!?? Even Bob Dylan did a cover. His version so cannot make it, with that nasal voice of his -_- Haha sorry Perrin, I know you're a fan :p Well anyway, Tori Amos does surprise us once in awhile, with a mild touch of jazz :> The lyrics may not be one of a kind, but the amazing thing about them is that they make me see images of the song whenever I listen to the song. Which means, I have seen the pyramids and the market place (mentioned in the song) a thousand times tonight already. Hahaha.

So now, guess which song I have been repeating the entire night? ;p

X X X

My very own must-see movie list, not in order of priority (came up with it today while surfing the Golden Village website):

1) House of Sand and Fog - Jennifer Connelly, Ben Kingsley.

2) Lost in Translation - Bill Murray, Scarlet Johansson (not sure of correct spelling).

3) The Last Samurai - Tom Cruise.

4) Gothika - Halle Berry, Penelope Cruz (Boo X 1000).

Die. So many movies, so little time.

X X X

Our very own must-visit places in Singapore, compiled by Piggy and I over ICQ last night -

1) Harry's Bar @ the Esplanade

2) Jazz @ Southbridge

3) The Chocolate Cafe place at the Esplanade (forgot the name)

4) Pho Chine, the newly opened Vietnamese + Laotian + Cambodian bar/restaurant at Wisma Atria (my GOD. Has anyone been there yet??!!! I haven't and I'm dying to go!!!!!).

5) Blading at either Pasir Ris or East Coast Park.

6) Shima Aji Japanese Restaurant at the Esplanade

7) Tamade @ Robertson Walk

Sigh. So many places, so little time. I realise, with horror, that I only have 23 days left in Singapore.

No.

Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it's wet with rain
But remember darling, till you're home again
You belong... to me.

Tori Amos - You Belong To Me.

My favourite lines. *melts*

Hah. I wish.

mm's entire talk on Billy Joel (yes yes, we now know who the PIANO MAN is ;p) in the car earlier today has started me going on a Billy Joel "Just The Way You Are" repeat mode the whole night.

Don't go changing to try and please me
You never let me down before
Don't imagine you're too familiar
And I don't see you anymore.

I would not leave you in times of trouble
We never could have come this far
I took the good times, I'll take the bad times
I'll take you just the way you are.

Don't go trying some new fashion
Don't change the colour of your hair
You always have my unspoken passion
Although I might not seem to care.

I don't want clever conversation
I never want to work that hard
I just want someone that I can talk to
I want you just the way you are.

I need to know that you will always be
The same old someone that I knew
What will it take till you believe in me
The way that I believe in you?

I said I love you
And that's forever
This I promise from the heart
I could not love you any better
I love you just the way you are.

Billy Joel - Just The Way You Are.

Diana Krall did a surprisingly good (slightly jazzy) cover.

Sand and a distant star.

Sometimes after watching a play, no matter how good or entertaining it might have been, you don't immediately get the message that was meant to be put across. It can hit you very much later - like, say... the next day, the next evening, or over the next few days even. Like how "Sand and a Distant Star" did for me.

Even before watching the performance itself, I knew it would be good cos it was presented by the Taiwanese drama group which Xiaoyan-jie, Ah Liang and Ah Ya belonged to. The people in it already guaranteed the quality. So I thought, okay... I shall go watch it, and bought two tickets without initially having an intended person in mind (play-mate... got it? Haha). Well, in fact, not until the day before the performance itself.

Couldn't help but shed a tear at the ending, where the main character (played by Zhang Xiaoyan) was sobbing uncontrollably about the supposed abduction of her husband by aliens from another planet and having to face the reality of him not returning home for good (weird plot I know, but you have to watch the entire play to get the whole picture). It was a play very well done, I thought... though I didn't really think so initially. The ending was very open-ended, leaving you to decide for yourself if Xiaoyan-jie actually died in her sleep or followed her husband to the faraway planet, fictitiously named Penefere. How much more romantic can such a name get?!?

In this world that we live in, there exists two categories of time, of which one is always moving forward continuously, while the other stops short at the most significant moment of your life.

So few words, yet such a powerful message within.

I haven't found the most significant moment of my life yet. It may, ironically, be the moment I breathe my last.

X X X

"Coloured your hair?" you asked with a smile and then lightly patted me on the back of my head... so light I almost couldn't feel it. But I did.

Don't do that to me ever again, you hear me?

I'm warning you now.

Actually, it's not entirely about wanting to keep the ticket stub. It's the memories I want to hold on to. The memories that I can't bring myself to let go.


It's the dream, afraid of waking, that never takes the chance.

Bette Midler - The Rose.

First heard this song on French radio the very morning I arrived in Paris. Beautiful work.

Happy 21st birthday Zhilin.

Sorry about the big booboo regarding my attendance at your party. I hope to make it up to you soon. Let me know when's good to meet.

I hate it when I bitch about this and that to Piggy and mm et al and yet here I am, doing the exact same thing to someone I consider a good friend.

This won't do.

I left my heart in Paris.

Just in case some of you didn't know, I was away in Paris (the France one) for a week with Hj, Clem and James (okay, so they were all guys. But I was desperate to get outta Singapore. Oh whatever ;p). It's been a great trip though I admit I hated all that walking (try getting out of the hotel at 10 in the morning and arriving back at 9pm after an ENTIRE day of non-stop walking!)

You must be wondering where the hell are my pics of the Eiffel Tower, the Notre Dame, the Arc de Triomphe, and Champs Elysees. It's a long, long story. I hate to bring this up all over again, really. My heart can just ache whenever I think about it. But then again my camera shares such a close link with this blog (ie: no camera = no pictures = incomplete blog) so I guess I have to explain why on earth do I not have pics in this entry.

So my poor digital camera fell into the freaking Seine River in Paris (awaits all the shocked gasps and "ouch!!!"es and "oh my GOD"s). We were all on this one-hour long Seine River cruise and I was happily snapping away at every beautiful sight my eyes caught. All was well throughout the cruise until 10 minutes before it ended, we saw the Eiffel re-appear from afar and I decided then that I just had to take a picture of it. So, without remembering (Ugh. Me as usual.) that my poor digicam was sitting on my lap instead of beside me on the seat, I stood up without thinking and was about to lay my hands on the "camera beside me", when I saw with my very own eyes, my camera dropping into the water with an inaudible splash. It actually flew from my lap into the water as I was getting up to take the fateful pic.

I was crushed. Ruined, to be more precise. There went my beloved digicam, which Mom spent 650 bucks on.

Felt soooo much like crying there and then. But I guess I was in too much of a shock to actually start BAWLING and WAILING. It was something I could not accept. Seeing with my own eyes - the little block of metal falling into the Seine River (it's not Kallang, mind you!!!!!!!!!). The thought of never ever ever being able to see it again just kills. The thought that the hundred pics inside will never surface for good. The thought that my camera is literally drowning in the waters of the Seine.

I'll never look at the Seine the same way again.

Took me a good whole three days to muster up my courage and tell Mom about it. Wednesday morning in the hotel room I held my mobile and keyed in something like "Very sad. My camera fell into the big big river. Very very sad." Upon clicking on "send", I waited with bated breath for the reply. I glanced at my phone like, once every 20 seconds, and even switched it to silent mode (Hmm. Weird. I would say this is a case of "being afraid to face reality").

Her reply came after 5 minutes and I was dyyyyyying when I saw the words "one message received" on the phone screen. I was preparing myself for a reply like "why???????????????????????????????? why so careless? why didn't YOU drop into the river then?" But to my surprise, her reply was "Oh. Nevermind la. As long as you are safe."

I was like.... O.o She's not angry at all? I think Moms give you the biggest shocks of your life when you least expect them to do so. And I thought I knew Mom at the back of my hand.

Talking to Ben online as I am blogging now. Trying hard to get over my super weird mood tonight (No, nothing to do with the camera). By the way hj, thanks for your messages and understanding what I meant. (Duh, it's been 8 years of friendship after all, no?) And Ben, what you said about you being a better listener is bollocks (I am a fast learner haha). You are every inch, from top to toe, a counsellor. Man, I think you should start charging me after this therapy session. But really, I feel better already. You take care of yourself in Thailand. Don't get any darker over there or you shall have to change your name from Ben Balakrishnan Ng KY to... I don't know, ________ (a Thai name. Fill in the blanks).

I am absolutely amused/amazed/astonished (note all the excessive use of "A") at how when we are all starting to hit the big 21, my primary school classmates never fail to take me back to 1995 whenever we meet up. I feel as though nothing's been lost even after 9 years, when all of us have gone onto different paths in our lives. Lannie and KJ - for your info, we actually had a 6G gathering on Saturday (a BBQ) and people were asking where you guys were. I apologise for failing to contact you earlier because of my Paris trip. Sigh. OKay, shoot me all you want. Do join us next time though - Mrs Chan actually turned up for the BBQ *beams*.

Am waiting for Hj, Clem and James to send me all their Paris pics so I can pretend they are mine. Blah. So I can put them up on the blog soon. I hope.

Poor Nat's sleeping in the next room. It was her birthday on Saturday, actually... and she drove all the way from KL to meet us. We were supposed to celebrate for her yesterday, but then again, Piggy got really sick, Kenn had to work till 6.30 at Tang's (-_-), mm got tired of waiting eventually and I had to catch "Sand and a Distant Star" (which rocked, by the way) at the Esplanade in the evening so... the initial plan of booking a hotel room for all of us went down the drain.

B.L.A.H.

It's not that you're attractive
But oh my heart grew active
When you came into view

I never had the least notion
That I could fall with so much emotion

'Cos I've got a crush... my baby, on you.

Frank Sinatra - I've Got a Crush on You.


Yes. On you.

Jazz has the power of saying all that's inside of you with the simplest, most uncomplicated words in the world.