I promise to go running/ blading/ swimming with Mag in the very-near future. I will not be a weakling!


And in case you haven't noticed, I have created a very pretty tagboard. If you care enough to watch this space, I want to keep in touch, so yeah, drop me a note whenever.

I shall also be appearing online more often because I realise no one initiates chats with me nowadays. It could be that I am always appearing offline though. But ay, I had my reasons!

I really am a last-minute person, aren't I? Not only do I cram for exams and do projects at the eleventh hour, I even hold off leisurely stuff like schmoozing. Yeah, well, that's gonna change.




It's been a full week since I first heard the news about Clifford now. We attended his first 7 x 7 = 49 service last Saturday, which was also supposed to be his twentieth birthday.


The pain is ebbing away. As much as I would like erase all of it, a tiny part of me resists it because there is a sense of guilt in doing so. Sort of like I'm betraying him, forgetting him, even though moving on is the only way to go.

Somehow, there is solace in grieving. Perhaps it's because the sadness is the only emotion we are able to feel for him now. Or maybe it's because it is subconsciously an obligatory gesture; not being upset would not be the norm. Or everyone is a masochistic fool. Except for me, because I am more than that- I am a pretentious masochistic fool who is trying to go all psychological on you when I should be studying for tomorrow's quiz.

Anyhow, I'm cool with things now. I just hope Yi Zhong is dealing as well.




Seasons in the Sun

Goodbye to you, my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we climbed hills and trees
Learned of Love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees

Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I’ll be there

We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just Seasons out of time

Goodbye Papa, please pray for me
I was the Black Sheep of the Family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along

Goodbye Papa, it's hard to die
When all the bird's are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little Children everywhere
When you see them I'll be there

We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song like the Seasons have all gone

We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time

Goodbye Michelle, my little one
You gave me Love and helped me find the sun
And every time when I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground

Goodbye Michelle, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there

we had joy, we had fun, we had sesons in the sun
but the hills that we climbed,are just seasons out of time

We had joy, we had fun, we had Seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song, like the Seasons, have all gone


- Westlife/ Terry Jacks