只要你能愉快 ；

緊緊相似的心如何 say goodbye ?
你比我清楚還要我說明白 .
愛太深會讓人瘋狂的勇敢 ;
我用背叛自己
完成你的期盼 .

Jay.ness!

Jay's concert on Friday was awesomeness we were so near (in the premier section) we almost managed to grab his hand when he came down the stage! This is by far the best concert of his, and me and Jacqi both agree, since it has like both old and new songs, as well as more thought into the entire performance (fireworks and more dancing - we've got to give the guy more credit!). When he sang certain songs, it did invoke certain old memories, memories I'd rather leave in the box...but in any case, me and Jacqi enjoyed ourselves thoroughly! Pictures (with cheesy 'I <3 u Jay' printed on boards, no less) up soon once I get them!

After Jay we headed down to MoS for a short while, to meet up with Veron. No drinking for me again (tell me, there has to be an easier way to get around Sg than driving alone!) although I did accept one drink from an 'old' friend. As soon as we got bored with the music and being sober, we scooted off to Balestier to eat porridge, part of our/ their stay-healthy plan; the plan failed miserably when we got chinese lap cheong, giam cai, pigliver, and like fried egg to go with the porridge. HAHA.

Sat was super chill-out day, although I was supposed to go for a SMU Masters' talk at 10am. Since I clean forgot until 4am, I decided to f* it and sleep in. Went to the new place to check out the dusty progress, then for a haircut. Starbucks at night with Ron dear and lovely couzz swung by to join us since our Zouk plan failed (miserably again haha). We went to have the yummiest cheese prata at Thompson and the girls left me with 2 oily pieces of prata while they swore to only sin once! Ya thanks ah!! Let me get fat all alone!! Prata with teh is heavenly, but I must really remember never to drink tea after midnight - it gives you the worst sleep!! ARGHHHHH! So now I'm zombie-like.

Me and shirt shopping ;

The moment I was fishing for different sizes and wrecking my brains about X's size in H&M
was also the moment I realised you had begun to slip away.
I paused, and pursed my lips,
reminding myself that you cannot be forgotten -
I REFUSE to forget you ;
2006
over a year ago I was picking something out for you at Polo Ralph,
something that turned out to be of the wrong size.
It was...
Ill fitting,


just like our entire relationship.
(If one can even call it that.)

You wore it anyway, hoping to please me but not realising that that's our biggest problem - we were always trying so hard to please each other that we were too blind to see that happiness should come naturally and not forced about by constant compromise.


2007
The second shirt I had to pick out last year,

I did so because I couldn't think of what else to get for someone who expected a souvenir from a holiday.

In a way, you could say it wasn't a 'willing' or 'voluntary' shirt purchase.
(I guess you could say that when it is indeed voluntary, shirt purchases come to mean something, subconsciously perhaps.)
The shirt did fit alright,
and I much wish it didn't.


The third shirt. 2008.
Is the gift of a shirt a jinx?
Or will it be true what they say - 'third time's a charm'?
One can only wait and see.