Dear ******,

I miss you, do you miss me too? It's been such a long long time I've seen your face. A long long time since I've confided in you. If only you hadn't left, I wouldn't have turned out into this mess.

I've been trying to figure out who am I. My moods change dramatically from one moment to the next. And though I may act like a stand up comedian to one person, I would ignore another, even if I like them both equally. I've been controlling my temper rather well. I realised that though it is a thrill to be angry and destroy things, it is much more easier and less exhausting to just drop it and look for other things to be amused at.

Well. Let me admit. I went into a relationship last year, but it didn't work out. His name is Derrick Vennard and he is an Anglo-Portuguese Singaporean. He's not very cute actually. In fact he was very skinny. But he treated me really well. So well so that I felt being guilty with him. Then I began to see faults in him. So we broke up.

Guess I'm still too immature.

But I've learnt alot from this experience. Like the last letter I wrote you, I've realised a relationship requires a lot of self-discipline, personal space and time. I'm still as narcissistic as ever, there is no room in my heart for a another person. I would rather love than be loved, because I want freedom. Not suffocation.

In my last letter, I said that I still cry when I think of you. I still do. I think I'll always cry when I think of you. You were my bastion of strength. But now you're not here anymore. Sometimes when I come home, when I stand at the door, I can still hear you lazing on the couch watching Channel 8 serials. Then when I enter the house, I am greeted with consuming silence. An empty house.

I guess that's enough for now. I hope you'll read this letter, but then that's wishful thinking. But I know you'll always love me, and will always think of me.

Wherever you are, God Bless and thank you.

Love,
Me

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Yet again we slogged to get a tiny gilt-plated plaque that says Gold, and entry into Choral Excellence, only to graduate and start life all over again. But well, at least we, Class of 2003, left a legacy behind.

After school Dhaniah and I went to explore our inner Gaias. We climbed a tree and sat on the branches and talked about life past, present and future. Then she taught me the song we were spozed to jam on Thursday. A bunch of cheekos in uniform came by and tried in vain to catch our attention by saying we're indecently exposed. We ignored them and they grew tired and slunk away.

We saw a blue-headed little lizard, a huge bumble bee and about half a dozen curious on-lookers trying to figure out why on earth is those two demented schoolgirls doing singing karaoke in a tree.

I shall resolve to be happier and less pessimistic. I shall clean up my vocabulary and correct the way I walk. I shall limit myself to fifteen expletives a day and think happy thoughts. I shall not be depressive or insulting, and I shall be nice to people worth being nice to. I shall stop beating Weihao up for no reason. Instead, I shall find a reason before whacking him.

My foots hurt. Went looking for ethnic clothes with Dhaniah. Considering getting the funny Indian/African/Arabian shirt, except it makes me look like a scarecrow.

Going to watch Holland V. I totally hate these characters: Siting, Lingling's husband, the bapok, Lingling's ex-boss and Edison.

Gramma and Grampa will be staying here for a WEEK!! Finally I can get to live a decent life eating decent food looking at real loving couples. Things between Mom and Dad are see-sawing. Right now they are gibbering about the TV wondering what went wrong with a PLASMA TV (there only happened to be one colour on it. Blue.)

Oh. I think its repaired already.

My feet really really hurt. I think I'll give ballet a miss tomorrow. I'll never going to pull off that stunt again, what with getting shoes and socks sloshed with rain and then standing at attention in an air-conditioned auditorium for 5 hours while killing me softly with my feet.

Today we went to Fairfield Methodist to cavort with the Methodist people and the Cheena people from River Valley. Another 5 hours of standing on socked foots. Taught Agnes Wong some Cantonese expletives and she was so horrified she rubbed me with her religious talisman.

Oh yah I saw Jia Hui while going home today.

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Ha!

Relationships don't last. Take a look around you. Look at Mom and Dad. Look at myself. Look at yourself.

So it's best to always love yourself the most and don't love anyone else. The opposite sex was created for a quick shag. Dance a little dance, make a little love. But never commit yourself to it or else you'll find yourself smack-bang married with two adolescent kids and a boring spouse.

Why must we get married in order to be respectable in this stifling Asian-traditioned society? Asian values are honorable and noble, but just not too cut-out for modernistas and modernistos like us. What's wrong with polygamy and cohabitation and children born out of wedlock and unmarried parents and gay parents/children?

But fine. Let them people rush about falling in love getting married. I'll just remain single and unavailable my whole life.

Like I said, I know you don't like me, so don't talk to me.

Seagull


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Spurred on by the recent purchase of the 29-inch plasma TV, Dad bought the entire home theatre set and a 100-watt woofer. The windows vibrate to the beat of the music. If you close your eyes, get your whole family to scream and mosh together, and play Blink 182 on the stereo, you can just forget about queueing for concert tickets.

Right now I'm practicing lindy hop, with Stupid Cupid blasting from the speakers.

Great News! My first book is finished! Book One: Berets and Bad Lads of the Lulu's Mind series! I only wonder if anyone would bother to publish it. I'm starting on Book Two: Frogs, Etoiles and Berets now.

A/N: Charlene, sorry about it, but Lulu didn't go with Ewan in the end. Why should all stories end with a couple? We girls should be independent!

The song Cui Dong Cui is stuck in my head! But instead, it's Jennifer's Sichuan-accented version.

CUI DONG CUI DONG JIN SHAR YOU-E

And she stressed that 'R' sound in 'Shar'. Actually I think it was spozed to be:

CUI DONG CUI DONG JIN SHA AH YOU

1st of July! (yeah whaddafuck?)

Horrigible prelim orals today! I practised 5 different ways of saying "I don't know" in Chinese, much to the examiner's chagrin. I mean, what the HELL is he saying anyway?

After orals I went lunch with Ber and Lisi. Had fun bitching about some people, which climaxed in a cupful of root beer down my front. Then had to sit sumo-style for uniform to dry. On the way back to school I saw my 'brudder' across the street. Waved to him and Azizi. By the way my brudder is Joey Oyada Jr.

Mugged in the sub-zero continent of .search lab in school. Fingers turned fairly blue while my brain turned green. Was studying the microbes chapter in Blodge. Virus and bacteria and the like. They look really cute. I wonder if there are any coccus bacterium with a single flagellum. Maybe it will be called Spermus Cocci.

Josephine LaMarr hates being called Jojo. Call me Joey or Josephine or P.W., but NEVER Jojo.