Nuspe and friends

Check out the Mark and Sooty duo. Our concerts should be called reMARKable Sooty and friends.

Geoffrey Saba - this concert pianist came to NUS for a performance and to give us a masterclass. And we took him for a true blue singapore makan experience. He knows more about Asian food than me - he loves murtabak when I don't even really remember eating it.

It's a gift, which I don't think I could ever give away easily ever again. I now see the beauty of chemistry, which doesn't come just about every other day.

The standards are now higher than ever. And so are the stakes.

But still, it was all so beautiful.

There's a nagging fear stabbed right there in my heart which does not go away. It shouldn't be this way, but I guess I'd rather have it like that.

Bewitched

Recently, I discovered a Broadwy jazz piece with a very charming tune. I happened to sight read it from a book while preparing for a stint at a bar, and my friend Sooty ended up playing it instead (one of the guests of the bar came to sit next to him to sing!)

So, this morning, when I was tired of Beethoven, I took out the score of to play- and it was the first time I read the lyrics. How poignant, how sad, how sweet and ... how appropriate, I thought to myself. It is a very lovely piece. Do listen.



Bewitched from Pal Joey

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, Im awake
With no bromo-seltzer handy
I dont even shake

Men are not a new sensation
Ive done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

Im wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Couldnt sleep and wouldnt sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldnt sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Lost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laughs on me

Ill sing to him, each spring to him
And long, for the day when Ill cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Hes a fool and dont I know it
But a fool can have his charms
Im in love and dont I show it
Like a babe in arms

Loves the same old sad sensation
Lately Ive not slept a wink
Since this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

Ive sinned a lot, Im mean a lot
But Im like sweet seventeen a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Ill sing to him, each spring to him
And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

When he talks, he is seeking
Words to get, off his chest
Horizontally speaking, hes at his very best

Vexed again, perplexed again
Thank god, I can be oversexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - am i

Wise at last, my eyes at last,
Are cutting you down to your size at last
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

Burned a lot, but learned a lot
And now you are broke, so you earned a lot
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more

Couldnt eat, was dispeptic
Life was so hard to bear
Now my hearts antiseptic
Since you moved out of there

Romance, finis. your chance, finis.
Those ants that invaded my pants, finis.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered - no more


This week has gone pretty great, despite me being busy as a bee. Thank God for it. I can only say life this week hasn't been perfect, but perfect enough. I had a vow for the week, and it has been going so well. I've done things that leave me satisfied, I started on my first piano teaching stint, and I've become more at ease with other things.

Work! Work! Back to work!

No choice about life

I've no choice about life because I have no life.

From now on, due to time constraints, priority will be given to:

(in no order of importance)
1. Very special people
2. School work
3. Consulting Practicum Project
4. Piano Practice/Lessons
5. Piano teaching (Fridays)
6. NUSPE
7. God

Things on the important list that I will consider giving free time to:
1. Job Hunt (well this has to soon move up)
2. Social engagements that I don't care for
3. Having a life outside work
4. Running like mad
5. Movies, shopping (except for necessities), whatever frivolous things

In addition, I would like to hire a secretary at a low wage to help me organize my life and remind me what to do everyday. I have a two day school week but am barely breathing.

The Pleasure of Work, Hard Work

I was feeling rather stressed last night by a proposal draft I had to do up quickly, and pressured by my own expectations. When I finished 11am this morning (4 hours sleep), I felt rather satisfied by the effort I put in. It really wasn't that bad-

When doing something you can identify or take interest in, hard work becomes half as hard work. Tiring as it may be, the motivation is so much stronger.

So my point is- many have asked me question/made statements such as, 'Why don't you study finance?', 'Finance is where all the money is!', 'Why don't you want to work in an investment bank?'. My answer is simple and plain: with some things, a positive attitude can motivate me to keep trying (and even develop an interest), but with some others, it just isn't in me! What's the point of earning $10 000/month if I hate what I do? I'd probably do really poorly anyway since I lack the motivation to drive me to put in the hardwork. By the time the monetary incentive (say $20 000/month) is sufficient to tempt me, it probably means I would have to sell my soul to the corporation anyway.

Thus, whatever others say, I am happy doing what I have a genuine interest in. With interest, work can be pleasurable. I pursue music, a marketing major, (am going to start this Friday) teach piano because these are my passions. So people may ask, and ask, and well, I don't really care.

=) And as Jann likes to say, work can be numbing from the troubles of the rest of our lives sometimes. I sometimes get a glimpse of what she means. It is true.

Alive!

HELLO! I am back, alive, and not really kicking because my legs are aching. I'm glad I managed to make it without stopping despite not training at all, but I took a horrifying 3 hours to finish, heh. I think walking might have been faster, but I just wanted to keep jogging/running. I'm so unfit now - normally, when I reach the 10km mark, I am encouraged because I'm still going strong and I just have to deal with pushing myself for the last 11km. Today, my legs already felt like they couldn't move at the 7km mark. Imagine how I felt as each km passed by so slowly, haha. And this year's route was horrible... in order to pass through the Marina Barracks, we had run on a stretch of gravel for a few kilometres. It was really so painful.

Nevertheless, I only wanted to go without stopping to walk, and I knew I could do it. While I was driving in the wee hours of the morning to the start area, I already felt like it was possible. And while I was running on that horrible rocky path, I also knew I would eventually finish! =)

Work, work, WORK!

See you alive!

I am up so early because I'm about to go try my luck at completing the Army Half Marathon without training. If I'm alive at the end of the day, I must be lucky. Nevertheless, I'm looking forward to it - I go partly because its practically my once a year catch up time with Dear Darren. And, this year Sooty is coming with me! (Though its a high probability they'd just sprint off and make friends, leaving me... lonely. Meh)

Yesterday was a tiring, but good day spent. Shopping with Kebs (who practises chengwei-abuse by denying me of my petrol (caffeine). Then we met my mum (who knows Kevin as 'that something -something -Moe) and had dinner at Sushi Tei because something-something-Moe declared, 'Cheng Wei has been whining about wanting Sushi Tei all day'. (Rubbish!)

And both ganged up to add abuse me -
Moe: Auntie, are u sending me home or dropping me off somewhere?
Mum: Cheng Wei, I go home first, and then you send your friend home.

Off for the run of my life- See you alive!

Its 2:25am...

I should be sleeping now, after finishing up the work set out for today. But I'm waiting for Gmail to send out a huge attachment so I might as well blog.

Last night, before I went to shower, I saw a grey mesh of thing on my floor. Thinking it was loads of dust, I was about to pick it up to throw... to my horror, it MOVED. IT WAS A DARN LIZARD and naturally, I screeched right there and then. After I showered, I couldn't find it so I went to bed praying that it had gone OUT of the room.

Alas! Before I showered this morning, I found it under my toiletries basket, covered with white soapy stuff. This time I shrieked. There wasn't enough time, so I left the room hastily, swearing I'll find someone to help me with lizard extermination when I got back.

When I got back, I kept imaging that slimy gross thing springing a surprise on me the moment I opened the door, so I enlisted the help of a fearless neighbour before opening the door. TO MY ABSOLUTE HORROR, I FOUND THAT DISGUSTING THING DEAD. I screamed and screamed and ran out of the room and out of gate. My neighbour was very amused and kindly helped me get rid of that carcass.

I immediately went down to buy a broom to sweep up all the tails that slime of a thing dropped behind while playing hide and seek in my room.

NO MORE FOOD IN MY ROOM UNLESS ITS IN THE FRIDGE. PERIOD.

____________________

Things have been going relatively well so far, I suppose. Today (and tomorrow), I've been so packed that I wonder if having a two day week really sux. Nevertheless, work can be therepeatic sometimes. It numbs me from other things, and I gain satisfaction from get things done in the process of avoiding other (unproductive) thoughts. I could enjoy working, when I'm really into it.

I pray that things go on.

Just when I thought it was over

Just when I thought it was over, things took a turn. That familiar feeling of sheer loneliness, is back in an instant, but I can overcome(?) Suddenly, these struggles are once again very real.

Maybe here lies the consequences of neglecting my daily dose of (promised) happiness. I pray for the strength to continue walking down the right path.

Surely, I'm not meant to be this way? Surely, I'm worth it?

I know I have to understand, but I also hope I'm not alone.

Revisting

This morning, I went back to church after a break of a couple of months. I wasn't estatic, or particularly joyful to be back.

Nevertheless, I was grateful to be back after all these while. I was just partly reminded about what I disliked about going to church, but also, reminded of what made me continue, and more importantly, the way I came to believe in the existence of a loving God.

I'm watching the table tennis match now - Korea versus Japan. Watching racquet games reminds me of the times when I used to play badminton. I think games like these, when your opponent is right in front of you, is different from say, running, gymnastics or swimming. I do not claim that runner, gymnasts or swimmers go through 'less' in anyway (they think of world records, haha), but it's just different. When you play a racquet game, you not only have to overcome your own fear, but also the fear of your competitor, all the time. The pressure is intense. It's not just about being skillful and confident, or putting al your might into moving as fast as you can; you have to strategize, and think on your feet. In that split second, a million things cross your mind - to hit with all your strength, to send a 'light' shot, where to hit, to judge whether a ball is in or out... it is very intense. Each game, each opponent is different; no two games are ever the same. Sometimes, I think the mental challenge in such games far outweights the physical challenges.

I was watching the female runners for the 35km event this morning. It scares me how they manage to run on and on, at speeds which look like they're practically sprinting to me. My respect goes out them. Sports is so competitive - you can train so hard, and still have so many people better than you. Those guys must have trained damn hard and deserve the satisfaction of competing in the Olympics. But as the Chinese saying goes, 'one mountain is always higher than the next' - when they're there, once again you feel small, and see so many great sportsmen. The pressure to work harder increases even more.

I cannot avoid the nagging fear, but I guess I will sit and wait.

Piano lesson, in my opinion, went badly. I can never play to standard and I'm afraid I can never pass. =(

Some Musings

It's really not easy being a homosexual. (No I'm not referring to myself!)

I was having a discussion with a friend yesterday and we agreed that its not a choice. That I already came to understand a long time ago. What my friend did was put another perspective to things - that sometimes, not allowing gay rights (or other rights, for that matter) is not always to be construed as a sign of intolerence. It could be circumstances that are unfortunate; the cost of implementing a new policy, including that of dealing with the predictable negative public sentiment, might far outweigh the benefits, as only a small section of the population benefit.

Sounds cold and calculated? Perhaps, but neither am I saying it necessarily completely justifies not implementing it. It is just a constraint the government has to work within, which should be appreciated. In the name of objective debate.

While there are homosexuals who fight for their rights, I also know of some who believe that the government should not allow gay rights. The reason? Someone told me that the repercussions would be humongous, which is unfair on the rest of the population. By bringing attention to them, some homosexuals might be inclined to remain undercover because of the negative hype. Society suffers in different ways - such as the older population who might not understand it, or parents who worry for their children (that's only natural), and schools having to decide what they would allow.

To have a homosexual espouse a view like that, that is true objectivity. Constructed criticism- even if he/she believes that gay rights must be allowed at this point, I respect the ability to step out of one's own shoes, and recognize the multi-faceted issues surrounding this topic, the many stakeholders who stand to win/lose.

As someone dear told me, it's okay to criticise, but not acceptable to slam. What's the difference? (and what comes its my understanding, which I have no confidence whether can be validated by the technicalities of the english language.) I'd say that criticism requires a measure of objectivity, and genuine consideration of all the issues, whereas slamming is merely words borne out of a lack of clear-headed thought - something narrowminded, commonly self centered, arising out of one's OWN stakes in the issue.

I've known Singaporeans who attack the government for not allowing gay rights, using it as another example of the lack of freedom of speech and equal treatment for all. And yet, in their daily lives, they slam homoesexuals, and berate them. Such hypocrisy, to me, is intolerence - intolerence of policymakers and the difficulties they work within.

On a separate issue, I was very happy for the table tennis team yesterday. However, my mum told me that some Singaporeans early said, 'They better not win, for they only take our taxpayers money. Why should foreigners take our money?'

Sorry, but that is a darn stupid (stew-pid!) point of view in my humble opinion.

I can accept the view that the fact that the paddlers were 'imported' reduces the glory of Singapore's win in some way, but money is a separate issue. This players deserve to be paid and rewarded. After all, this is their job, and they have worked hard to fulfill their responsibilities. They deserve every cent they were promised.

Okay, the real issue for many is that they are paid with OUR money, right? I don't subscribe to that either. At the end of the day, some Singaporeans also go work abroad, and are paid with OTHER peoples' money. We ourseves (and everyone does) 'steal' the money of others in different ways - encouraging tourism, selling our services overseas etc. At the end of the day, its simple economics. Nothing comes from nothing, and so our money would have to come from somewhere, elsewhere. Its a fact of life.

So I say the Singapore paddlers deserve their win, and their reward. The slogan for the Beijing Olympics is 'One World, One Dream'. Each and every sportsmen there on the competition, whichever country he comes from, at the end of the day, fights for himself, to make a mark for himself. So lets give our respect for those who prevail under pressure and make their mark, shall we?

Nevertheless, neither do I sit high in an ivory tower, allowing me to oversee everything on the ground, all around. I do not claim that my views are completely objective, and right, or even the closest to being right.

Let me end here, so that I may have time to muse more over whether I have truly thought about every facet of the issues raised. With more insight, I might sing a different tune in time to come. Who ever knows what's right? We can only learn to respect.

The Winner Takes it All

I have always liked sad songs. For some reason, they tend to be very poignant... happy songs are... well, why do I need a song to remind myself I'm happy? Anyway, yesterday, BanBan and I were bored enough to go to West Coast Park. On the way I started singing for fun (BanBan's moonriver ends at 'mooo..' coz he can't reach my pitch') and I was reminded of a song I like.

A very depressing song, but hits the point exactly.


The Winner Takes It All
-ABBA-

I dont wanna talk
About the things weve gone through
Though its hurting me
Now its history
Ive played all my cards
And thats what youve done too
Nothing more to say
No more ace to play

The winner takes it all
The loser standing small
Beside the victory
Thats her destiny

I was in your arms
Thinking I belonged there
I figured it made sense
Building me a fence
Building me a home
Thinking Id be strong there
But I was a fool
Playing by the rules

The gods may throw a dice
Their minds as cold as ice
And someone way down here
Loses someone dear
The winner takes it all
The loser has to fall
Its simple and its plain
Why should I complain.

But tell me does she kiss
Like I used to kiss you?
Does it feel the same
When she calls your name?
Somewhere deep inside
You must know I miss you
But what can I say
Rules must be obeyed

The judges will decide
The likes of me abide
Spectators of the show
Always staying low
The game is on again
A lover or a friend
A big thing or a small
The winner takes it all

I dont wanna talk
If it makes you feel sad
And I understand
Youve come to shake my hand
I apologize
If it makes you feel bad
Seeing me so tense
No self-confidence
But you see
The winner takes it all
The winner takes it all......

Rationalizing it

I spent a good three hours practising the piano this afternoon. Mars was certainly a good bang, and so was the soothing music of Grieg, and the certainty of Beethoven. Then it broke again.



I think I'm getting better at this though.



At the end of the day, maybe the old cliche still holds - the one who could hurt you that much isn't worthy.

Perhaps I'll wait til the day I'm worth it.

Three steps forward. Four steps back.

Ten steps forward. Five steps back.

Where does that leave me?

When cast alone, all these temptations arife, but I must stay strong to my conscience.

I have hurt, only to be hurt right back. I'd like to mend the hurt, but I don't see it right to do so out of guilt, and spite. Please keep me strong on this path.

I realized...

Perhaps I've been fighting alone. Pride aside, I've done nothing to deserve this, so the rest of life goes on. The usual struggles, work, and responsibilities.

Unconsciously, I have always believed that if there was hurt, I'd have to take it myself, on and on. For if I don't do it, no one will, and all that was ever there is lost for good. I've ever been through doing that for almost two years, and now - temptations are abound, but I don't want to do it that way. It's still there, but I know I can put it aside.

For my selfishness, is mine. Not to be imposed on those I love.

I can't wait to practice piano in an hour.

Don't reconsider the day I make the prerequisite. Do so the day you know what your heart wants.

Please save me. I can't deal with this. The rest of my life can go on but I can't deal with this.

The most painful...

instances of true hurt I've experienced in my 22 years, has come from the same person.

And the same person that says he loves and cares for me.

I feel like fate has flipped his cards on me, 3 times at a shot. Each short worst. And its not within my control, however hard I wish, and hope.

I've never felt anything like this, and I'd just have to bear with it, and grin sometimes.

I wish I had it in me to be more than just spiteful - to blame, hate, or possibly hurt. But fate didn't put that in my nature. Maybe that's why.

At the end of the day, I am just not good enough. Not because I hurt you, had questionable values/morals or am not pretty enough.

But because I do not meet that one single standard. Any other person who meets that standard, is by default, better than me.

Too much, too much.

Relieved =)

It was a very difficult dilemma, and the choice was filled with complications - but it was neither impulsive, nor overly burdensome. I felt such relief after knowing what I'd want, and affirming it.

Friendship

This is a video by a dear friend, with his favourite photos put together. Its an apt time to share it. Do look and enjoy.

I've been tossing and turning, readjusting my smelly blanket, but I can't put my mind at sufficient ease to rest. Things are very wrong.

I am truly disappointed in myself, the way I think, and the state of dissonance I am in. I look back on past and recent events with a tinge of regret, and pain. This evening, someone dear summed the situation up in words so brutally, but aptly succinct that it brought me to tears.

Finally, a short release, but it doesn't make it better.

Its a burden no one can take away, however reassuring words may be. Perhaps (d) is best.

I cannot believe what I just did, besides internal (and external) warnings to thread carefully. I now see the bitch potential in me.

This pain I feel is very real. Only time will tell.

I moved back into my PGP hole yesterday, with the help of dear AuntieBan (i.e. BanBan). My room has a lovely view, overlooking the prettiest part of PGP that creates the illusion that I actually live in a condominium. Except that the sun shines right into my room, causing me to draw all the curtains. I would need an additional fan soon.

I am strangely looking forward to going to school - my two day week (clarification: with a consulting project and honours thesis to do with the remaining time), seeing my honours prof to discuss stuff, looking at the plans we've made unfold (possibly not smoothly), more time with mouse... hopefully, more structure to my crazy life.

It seems that I will eventually have to learn Gustav Holst's 'Jupiter'. I think it is going to be meaningful in many ways.

All of a sudden, I am experiencing dissonance. Irrational dissonance, for it would not have occured had it not been the turn of events. I was told not to think, but it is in my nature to ruminate endlessly, til the point of absurdity, when I start conjuring facts. Man is selfish, and so am I.

Thank-you

Thank-you for telling me, affirming me, for everything we ever shared. I look back with much regret, and sadness, but there's nothing to be done. There newly drawn (unspoken) boundaries, and the one we added to the list, its been difficult.

I would give a reassuring hug if I could. But I can't - I've learnt a lot from you, and us, and this is one of them.

I've made a promise I want to keep. The practical and easy way out is always tempting, but neither right, nor fair.

I end this day with feeling inexplicably burdened - by nothing. Its just a sadness I believe I need to go through, and grieve over for a bit. It will pass, but til then -

I seek strength in my conscience. And the words my heart wants to keep.

Goodnight my friend.

Out with my buddy

Met up with NicNic for an outing for the first time in a long time yesterday. It's been quite long since we really went out to have some bimbotic fun.

We were in the bus when DEH suddenly said, 'I think this is the first time you're taking bus with me.' And it dawned me, 'OH YAH NICHOLAS CHEONG IS ON A BUS WITH ME' and decided it deserved a photo memory.

Retarded

He posed the wrong way.

HeeHee. Meet BLUE CHEONG FAN and COLD CHEONG FAN. After much pestering from cheongcheong himself, I figured ok, I should just get him a cheong fan for his exchange present. Along with a 'Sponge Lemon Square Berry' key chain. (I think the lady who fixed the beads on for me must have been like, 'what the hell'. She also didn't know how to spell 'sponge'.)

I really wish blue cheong fan and cold cheong fan were mine too.

Look at NicNic's school shoes! haha, kept telling him they were from BATA.
'What's wrong with this woman? Is she mad?'
At Mos, he started taking loads of random shots of me.
...
=)

Late at night, we went to find Benny, but I had this sudden MASSIVE spicy food craving. So I dragged him to find tom yum soup at Bugis Street. It was mediocre, but when you have a craving the scale of mind, hoho, it would have rocked your socks like it did with my (non-existent socks)

Oh yah! We bought Havannas-like slipper together at just $16.90. Can't wait to wear them! Yay

Linda and I

Shamelessly, again, La Plus Que Lente. This is the video version.

Yesterday afternoon, I met up with SHERYL LOKE (Shloke) after one year. We were chatting at New York New York, saying 'okay, so much to update, you have to say one thing, then I say one' when the waitress asked if she could join in, heehee. I told her the last time we met was in new York City. (Now I think of it, its partially untrue, but well, close enough!) I haven't seen Sheryl Loke for the longest time ever, and she is still the same, all bubbly and laugh-y (not giggly coz we LAUGH) and all. Yay, she's back for the next couple fo years.

I met Linda for dinner, at New York New York AGAIN. We caught up on life, mainly her work, and my private life over clam chowder and alfredo pasta (that was good!) and it was great. I just like Linda and the way she is. And I'm glad she seemed to like the presents I bought her from Beijing. She's the person I bought the 3rd-most things for coz I kept seeing things which I felt she'd buy herself. (The winner of the most number of presents from me is Miss Kim Lian Rolles!)

I've been very tired these days. By 9 pm last night, I was already tired and ready to go home, and I mean, physically exhuasted. What's wrong with me! I hate going out sometimes... and today's yet another day out, with Jingyi and Chris for lunch, appointmentappointment, and then seeing hohoho CheongCheong for dinner. I've a present which I absolutely can't wait to give him (before I keep it for myself)

A bit more from Esplanade

Kevin was my page turner - a comforting and significant presence.
Emperor and Empress
I don't think I'll ever play in this space, or its vicinity ever again.
I love this pic!
Amanda, Jingyi, Me, Christine, Elayne! It's been so many years, don't we look lovely? That's a rhetorical question.

Somethings, I'm reluctant to admit, but have come to feel very poignantly - the things I'd miss within the new boundaries. It takes getting used to, and only time will hasten it. And yet, I'm more than thankful everything that needn't be missed, because its there, and more.

Great Sunday and great buy!

I had a fun afternoon today! Met BanBan for lunch at New York New York. We tried the mushroom cuppucino soup and it was absolutely sumptious. I'm going to take Kebs there tomorrow to celebrate his last day at work.

Me at NYNY. My bro says I am dressed in a very different 'un-me' style today.

Mark came to join us after lunch and we had desert at Ben and Jerrys! Believe it or not, it was my FIRST TIME ever eating Ben and Jerrys. Yes, first time really sitting there and eating. The coffee-something-something icecream was absolutely fantastic. Had such a great time laughing with the two guys, and hearing Mark tell his love story.

Ban is dressed in a nice green today!

Mark!

Mark looks so stunned.

Anyway, the main agenda of the day was to check out the discounted pianos at the Christofori Showroom at Funan. I meant to take a look 2 upright grands which are now going for $8500 or $7800... but I found another new upright model that I liked (so did Mark and Ban). It's still selling at an introductory price - I was prepared to pay $5999 for it, but discovered it was $4999! =) The sound and touch were comparable to the European pianos which I previously tried, and I was really pleased. So I called my mum... and to my utter surprise, she let me make the decision myself and place an order on the spot!

So, come 12th August 2008, I'd have a brand new piano! =)

We then had a bit more fun shopping for Ban's speakers around Funan. What a nice day in the company of friends and working partners!

Green Tea Farm

Listening to Sooty's rendition of Green Tea Farm makes me feel emo.

Do you know a certain part of our friendship ends here?
I don't quite see it that way. At least, the most precious, important parts have not ended. In fact, if we get through it, it only means we reach another level.

For whatever it's worth, I've done the best I can. As you once said, selflessness has a limit, and this is where I have to be selfish. It's a lesson, for you and I. We've hurt each other, at different times, but let's put it behind.

I was having coaching in school yesterday, and was quite horrified to discover 1. My mars timing is still far from impeccable despite never practising without the metronome. 2. More fingering changes to deal with!

I feel like I'm about the move on to another phase of life, though I'm not quite sure why I feel this way, or how things are going to change. Right now, I'm waiting, waiting.



Esplanade Concourse Performance

Ironies

Happy Birthday to three people... Kebs HeeCat, Leovine Pooh Bear and Tigger (well, Chinese birthday). I also know its my piano teacher's wife's birthday tomorrow. What an august-ful!

Its ironic. The turn of events, so ironic I don't dare speak of it here.

You and I, I think we've been through quite a fair bit together. You've been through loads with me, as I hope to be able to do for you. Our friendship has been tested to, and I hope we survive this, as promised. From you, us, I've learnt, loved, and still love. I only hope you truly believe how dear you are to me.

And I guess I've done what I can. What I feel is best. Nothing much more I can do.

I think Kim is coming back tomorrow! She had better coz I MISS HER, my house, mouse, blouse, spouse. =( Life feels so incomplete lately without her squeaking about.... she came back from Perth only after I left for Beijing, and shortly after I returned, that thing flew off to Melbourne! I miss our daily msn chats and sms-es.... life is not the same without them, the one thing I can whine too anytime, anything, anyhow. I love you mouse!

I popped two surprises today. A box of flowers for tigger and the other one.... I can't spill just yet. This is so fun, especially when its for people so dear to me.