let lemons be angry

I have one last concert in a few hours' time. The only concert i've had butterflies about. Maybe because it won't be a sea of one-time faces, but Singaporeans who have been there and done that and find things hard to believe in. All the same, I can't wait to see dawn and aimei again. And I can't wait to be amazed by God again.

And after this, I'll finally have to think about: what happens when this music holiday is over. I've had the june of my fantasies, and now I'm back to being a normal human being who does normal things. The friendships made on tour will be tested by university schedules and my sad geographical distance from the rest of singapore. But i know we share something precious. It's in the little things we still do and say, and how each rehearsal is still entertaining.

On a more depressed note, i have lost my phone in a cab for the second time this month. No more beautiful soft phone with the precious photos i took in thailand and the video of turt's november rain. Something is truly wrong with me when it comes to cabs and phones; i have a good mind to duct-tape my new phone to my wrist from now on. I've come to distrust my mind and body. I mysteriously leave wallets on beds and donation cards in dustbins, as if i put them there in my sleep. My parents have been awfully gracious regarding both lost phones, and i feel indebted to them in acts of housekeeping forever.

Next week my girls return to open arms, and i forsee many cups of hazelnut coffee being drunk over many talk-story sessions. And I will read, and watch movies, and draw. And oh yes, polo club please. :)