C'est la vie? J'adore ma chérie!

I'm gonna try blogging in French from now on.. C'est un jour (what's 'uneventful'? *Flips my trusty Anglo-French dictionnaire*)sans problème... Arghhh I give up.. What I have to show for 3 years of learning French are still kiddy phrases like "Voulez-vous manger des poulet?" (Want-you eat some chicken?) and "Comment allez-vous?" and so on... I guess, fond memories still remain of my French classes down at MOELC. The chicken drumsticks, the pretty French teacher that was more of a maid (Mme Wilmot, anyone?).

Well, memories are an integral part of our life's experience. Sometimes, it's the only way to rid ourselves of the guilt and the emotional baggage that we all too often lug around. Memories are a store of emotion, of feelings bottled up, to be released when reminiscence is just about appropriate. And so, if the current situation might be too hard to bear, it's perhaps better to let go, to allow such unhappy experiences fade into the sepia-toned parts of our brains where memories are stored.

It's been a mixed evening. I'm really sorry to hear about the predicament that K is currently finding himself in. As much as he wants to protect her, its sometimes better to let her know the extent of his hurt, and maybe that would be the better for her maturing into a responsible partner. K mentioned that he's pretty envious of my relationship with HER. I understand that he's got good reason to be so, but inasmuch, I was, and still am a very lucky person to have chanced upon this gem of a lady in TJC. We've had our fair share of quarrels and emotional turmoil, but the relationship is as loving as ever. And so, the fact remains that it takes two hands to clap, and trust has to be established for a relationship to withstand the test of time and boredom. Without the underlying bedrock of faith, the surface is but another collapsible façade. Well K, your family's not the least bit plagued by the numerous financial problems (and the inevitable ensuing emotional trauma) that plague the average middle class family, and I too, for one, would love to be in your shoes. Exuding confidence and delivering presentations and performances with equal panache, you were never one to be intimidated by a crowd. So, there's no comparing to be done la.

On the other hand, Meng and Celeste seem to be enjoying themselves in Swatchland. I'm glad that he's found his other half in Celeste, and it often amazes me how different, and yet utterly blissful they are. Saw Celeste's blog today... Bright, cheery and pretty. She's good with her language use and intimations. Sometimes I wish that SHE was more expressive in her language. Just sometimes. Her utter devotion and bashful adoration just so endears me to her.

And one more thing about SMU admissions... I really wish those dithering idiots that are jamming up the acceptance lines just stop procrastinating and head over to NUS... to rot. And give RA the place that you so ignominously are 'chope-ing'. Reunion with my blood brothers are at hand, and boy have I realised how dreary life is without Koof and Co.