David Gates – I can’t play the songs

Looking at your picture, lying on my bed
Wishing I was holding close the real you instead
I don’t know what I said or did but gal I’m missing you
And I like to hear my music but there’s nothing I can listen to ’cause

I can’t play the songs I used to play because of you
The lonesome feeling start before the intro’s halfway through
Everyone reminds me of the things we used to do together

I can’t go the places that I used to take you to
Cause everywhere the faces there look just like you
Until ur heart comes back where it belongs I can’t play the songs

Everywhere I’m driving I go a different way
I can’t turn on my radio afraid what they might play
My frens all drive me crazy coz you’re all they ask abt
And why I live in silence but they juz don’t understand without u

I can’t play the songs I used to play because of you
The lonesome feeling start before the intro’s halfway through
No one can replace you ’cause

Once I tried to even went out, Tried to go wif someone new
You’re so deep in my head I look into her eyes but then i say ur name instead
until ur heart comes back where it belongs, I can’t play the songs

There’s nothing left that I can do ’cause I’m so lost in love with you
No where to turn, No place to run
You know you are my only one

I can’t play the songs you used to sing along with me
‘Cause everyone is always bringing back the memory
Until ur heart comes back where it belongs
I can’t play the songs


Nice song isn’t it?

Love yourself

Everything in Life Happens for a Reason.
Life is full of peaks and valleys. Even though they are more difficult, you learn more during the valleys or the challenging times. When you are in a valley, you might not see the value of it; but later, when you look back, you will realize that you have learned a great deal. Know that nothing you experience is an accident. Everything you experience and everyone you meet teaches you something or holds a lesson for you.

Know That When One Door Closes, Another Opens.
Change is good. This is how you grow. Eventually you will see that sometimes you have to lose something to gain something else. Even illness, death, and financial loss have a purpose. Did a tragedy bring you closer to your family and friends? Did the community reach out to you? Were you forced to switch gears? Faith is knowing that everything is okay and works out. You will grow stronger from all that you experience.

Trust Your Instincts.
All your life, you have been taught to invalidate your feelings. This is wrong. Your subconscious mind continually picks up and processes cues from your environment and from other people. This is valuable information that you should not disregard. Don’t let people talk you into doing something that doesn’t feel right to you. Trust your gut. If something doesn’t feel right to you, then it probably isn’t. And you don’t have to justify how you feel. Just say, “No thank you,” or “I’d rather not,” or “I’m busy.” Everyone else does not know more than you.

Being Alive Is Enough.
Just ask people who almost lost their lives and they will tell you that most of the stuff we fret over isn’t that important. Being alive is a great gift. Don’t define yourself in such narrow terms as your work, your body, your house, your kids, or your relationships. Learn to see what is precious around you each day. Do not take your good fortune for granted. Be thankful and humble. You do not have to justify your life with a big list of accomplishments. Try to experience just being alive.

Love Your Body.
It houses your spirit; it gets you what you need. Appreciate what your body can do and stop focusing on what it can’t. No one else’s body would be better for you. (Being thinner or better looking is not more valuable.) If you are not the most stunning person in town, then perhaps this makes you more approachable to others. Even if you have a physical disability, there is a reason for this. It is not to cause you suffering, rather it is an opportunity for you to grow or to understand or appreciate something in life. Perhaps this will be the vehicle through which you meet a kindred spirit or discover some hidden talent within you. Be at peace and trust that your soul is beautiful and so are you.

Enjoy the Beautiful Day.
What is the weather like? Is it hot? Rainy? Windy? Enjoy getting where you are going. Are you walking, driving, riding a bus? Are people talking, music playing, birds singing? Take notice of the colors, smells, textures, buildings, sounds, people everything around you. Take pleasure in the freedom you have to go from place to place. Stop and smell the roses. This day will not happen again. Experience it. Take pleasure in the moment. It’s great to be alive.

Enjoy Feeling Fine.
Remember when you had a toothache, the flu, or a migraine. Remember the relief you felt when you first started to feel better? Until we are sick we rarely appreciate how good it feels to feel well. Be glad you are well.

Lighten Up and Put Things in Perspective.
Having a mini-crisis? Is the world crashing down around you? Hey, relax. First of all, panicking never solved anything. Second, most things are not that bad in hindsight. You’re tougher than you think. You’ll get through this, and you’ll probably learn something valuable in the process. You’ll be okay!

Let Yourself Be Happy. Count Your Blessings Every Day.
There is always someone else worse off than you. Look around you: your life is full of blessings. Make a list of things you are thankful for: your sight, health, family, food, shelter, a pet, your kids, friends, a good book. If you could even get out of bed this morning, then you are blessed. Do not take all this good fortune for granted. Be thankful for all these blessings.

Use Positive Language. Think Positive Thoughts.
Try not to use negative words too much like hate, disgusting, sick, ugly, etc.” Notice how things have improved in the world, in your town, in your life. Look for beauty. Try not to be sarcastic. Sarcasm is a “put-down”of something or someone. The way you act in the world is basically a habit. You can retrain your behavior and your thinking, and you will benefit by doing so. Being considerate, kind, and positive is contagious and worth the investment.

Notice the Positive Side of Life.
Even though we are surrounded with love and positive things every day, the negative side of life seems to get a lot more publicity. Too many negative images sap us of our optimism. So don’t make a constant diet of negative people, newscasts, angry music, violent movies, and conflict. (Kids do not benefit from watching too many news shows.) Lean on God. You are not alone in your hour of need. God is there for you. God has a plan. You don’t have to understand it yet, but if you can have faith that you will get past this, you will. Talk to God; pray. Then open your heart and be observant. God might not appear to you as a big head in the sky; but if you are watchful and look for signs, answers will reveal themselves, often in unexpected ways. You’ll hear a radio show, find a book, or meet a person who has your same illness. Just as you cannot see the whole flower until it opens, it is all there waiting to be revealed.

So are the answers to your problem.

Making a Difference in Someone’s Life

Her Name Was Mrs. Thompson.
As she stood in front of her 5th Grade class on the very first day of school, she told the children a lie. Like most teachers, she looked at her students and said that she loved them all the same. But that was impossible, because there in the front row, slumped in his seat, was a little boy named Teddy Stoddard.

Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed that he didn’t play well with the other children, that his clothes were messy and that he constantly needed a bath. And Teddy could be unpleasant. It got to the point where Mrs. Thompson would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold X’s and then putting a big “F” at the top of his papers.

At the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s past records and she put Teddy’s off until last. However, when she reviewed his file, she was in for a surprise.

Teddy’s first grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is a bright child with a ready laugh. He does his work neatly and has good manners…he is a joy to be around.”

His second grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent
student, well-liked by his classmates, but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”

His third grade teacher wrote, “His mother’s death had been hard on him. He tries to do his best, but his father doesn’t show much interest and his home life will soon affect him if some steps aren’t taken.”

Teddy’s fourth grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is withdrawn and doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and he sometimes sleeps in class”.

By now, Mrs. Thompson realized the problem and she was ashamed of herself. She felt even worse when her students brought her Christmas presents, wrapped in beautiful ribbons and bright paper, except for Teddy’s. His present was clumsily wrapped in the heavy, brown paper that he got from a grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents. Some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one quarter full of perfume. But she stifled the children’s laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and dabbing some of the perfume on her wrist.

Teddy Stoddard stayed after school that day just long enough
to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my Mom used to.” After the children left she cried for at least an hour. On that very day, she quit teaching reading, and writing, and arithmetic. Instead, she began to teach children.

Mrs. Thompson paid particular attention to Teddy. As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded. By the end of the year, Teddy had become one of the smartest children in the class and, despite her lie that she would love all the children the same, Teddy became one of her “teacher’s pets.”

A year later, she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life. Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. He then wrote that he had finished high school, third in his class, and she was still the best teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and would soon graduate from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had in his whole life.

Then four more years passed and yet another letter came. This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. The letter explained that she was still the best and favorite teacher he ever had. But now his name was a little longer — the letter was signed,

Theodore F. Stoddard, MD.

The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said he’d met this girl and was going to be married. He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the place at the wedding that was usually reserved for the mother of the groom. Of course, Mrs. Thompson did.

And guess what? She wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing. And she made sure she was wearing the perfume that Teddy remembered his mother wearing on their last Christmas together.

They hugged each other, and Dr. Stoddard whispered in Mrs.Thompson’s ear, “Thank you Mrs. Thompson for believing in me. Thank you so much for making me feel important and showing me that I could make a difference.”

Mrs. Thompson, with tears in her eyes, whispered back. She said, “Teddy, you have it all wrong. You were the one who taught me that I could make a difference. I didn’t know how to teach until I met you.”

Warm someone’s heart today . . . pass this along. Please remember that wherever you go, and whatever you do, you will have the opportunity to touch and change a person’s outlook. Please try to do it in a positive way. “Friends are angels who lift us to our feet when our wings stop remembering how to fly.”

Dolce Vita (French) > Sweet Times

A very touching story that I read long ago.


I met her on the net, how?.. I can’t remember. but it seems to me that it is this ‘little theory’ which I declared in the cyberspace that caught her attention.

‘If I have a million dollars, I would buy a house.
Do I have a million? No. that’s y I dun have a house.
If I have wings, I can fly.
Do I have wings? No. so I can never fly.
If all the waters are drawn out of Pacific Ocean, but it still can’t put off the flame of love between us.
Can all the waters of Pacific Ocean be drawn off? No. that’s y I dun love u.

That’s me, a typical science student. 1st u come up with an assumption, then u fit a suitable conclusion. If the proposed assumption doesn’t stand at all, then everything is just bullshit. I guess this is what they call ‘unromantic’. but she is an exception. She actually mailed me and said that I’m an ‘interesting’ person. ‘Interesting’?.. what a word to use on me, its like using ‘faithful’ on Mr. Clinton. I thought this gal must be a low-IQ organism, or suffering from serious brain damage. anyway, her nick doesn’t seems so bad ?FLYINDANCE – that’s quite a unique one. but I was warning myself: hello, this is the virtual world of Internet. who knows what might be lurking behind a beautiful nick. Talking from experience, most of the time it will be a ‘dinosaur’ in disguise, the only differences will be whether it is a carnivore or a herbivore. but, I know she is way different from a dinosaur’, she is special.

So I guess its time for the appearance of FlyNDance. ever since she ailed to tell me that I m ‘interesting’, I was always wishing to meet her in ajcrr. Too bad, lady luck was just not on my side. So I can only reply her letter to tell her that I will start to train myself to become an interesting’ person, just to show that she is far-sighted. She replied my reply, I replied her reply to my reply, she again replied my reply to her reply blah blah blah…

Oh no, I just started a chain-reaction. Actually what interested me the most is this ‘para’ she wrote in one of the mails….

I dance swithtly, amidst the crowd.
your glance on me be it surprise, be it admiration, it ain’t gonna stop my rhythm
‘Cos it’s not your glance that made me dance, it’s my heart of youth.

I simply cannot relate this gal to any of the ‘dinosaurs’. But if she really is a dinosaur, I m willing to let her have her fill. Tye, my best pal unfortunately, noticed my little affair with FlyNDance, and has been perpetually warning me about this…. “HELLO!!!… u don’t even know what she looks like, y take the risk??.. maybe ‘she’ is a guy!!… haha!!..” I can’t blame Tye for his ignorance. Ever since he was dumped by Sally in Sec4, he has become a renowned ‘playboy’. As the saying goes: “Once bitten, Twice shy”, in this case, after Tye was bitten, he has mastered the art of skinning snakes alive, and Make into soup. But he got all the factors to be a playboy, I always think he is the 19 year-old version of Brad Pitt. Tall, handsome and got this tongue that causes diabetes in every women he targets. I dun think he can even remember how many girlfriends he had had.

I went online that night, log onto channel ajcrr and yesh!!… she is there. Before I can get over the surprise and the daze, she sent me a message…..

“hey slorr.. so late liao haven’t slept ahh??”

Now what? Now what??!!.. okok, I had to calm down 1st. I swallowed hard on my saliva, took a few deep breath. Now where is that Tye when I needed him most at such crucial moment, somebody to tell me what to say to her. How m I going to attract her with my pathetic humour which has gone stale.

“slorr… me in a foul mood today.. can’t sleep.. u leh??”

MOTHER’S (direct translation to chinese), what slorr slorr… now when I read it twice in a row, I m beginning to feel disgusted in that nick Tye gave me. Tye said that: “who knows.. it might attract some innocent gals in talking to u… haha..”

“I m not feeling very good too…. so lets sad together.”

Finally squeezed a sentence out, but I can already feel droplets of sweat forming on my forehead. Actually I m not in a bad mood, I just wanna follow up her topic that’s all. And if she ask for the reason for my feeling down, I can say:” since u r feeling down, how can I ever be happy?…” I know it sounds mushy, but Tye said: “MUSHYNESS IS THE FUNDAMENTAL TO ALL COURTSHIP”. And gals are a very weird species, they trust their ears far more than their eyes. So instead of doing 10 things to impress her, why not just say a sentence to move her.

“ok… but u haven’t greet me leh…”

DAMNIT!.. how can I forget simple manners to gals. To think they call me ‘MR COURTEOUS’ in school. If this thing ever leaks out in school, I would lost all my female fans.

“nice to meet u… miss long-hair..”

I’ve been wishing that she’s keeping long hair. Tye said that: “FlyNDance…hmm.. she would either be long-haired or a desperado, ‘Cos when gals dance, only 2 parts of them may fly: hair and skirt. So if she doesn’t has long hair, that means her skirt Flys when she dances, AH-HA!!.. this has a certain sexual hint in it…haha..”

“eh?… how u know I got long hair?..”

BINGO!!.. heaven is on my side this time. It goes to prove that she is not a DESPERADO. yesh!!..

“not only that.. I also know u seldom wear skirt..”
I increased the stake, if I m correct this time, peace on earth forever.
“err… I guess u r rite lor.. but how u know one?..”
HAHAHAHAHA…. I m good ahh…
“just guess…”
“ok lor… hey slorr… tell u wat.. me tired liaoz… u coming online tomorrow morning??…”
“ya… y??..”

Please please please say the u coming too, if not I m going to kill myself for letting u go tonight.

“I’ll see ya tomorrow at 10 am then…good night…”

“er.. should be today at 10 am.. ok.. good night too”

I just blurted out a last sentence…. Offline. Suddenly I was so impressed by my performance just now. But is the season of spring really arriving for me??… I wish.

“slorr… what a coincidence ahh…” yeh… I m not late.

“ya lor… so qiao..”

gals are weird, I thought we already had an arrangement, y do I have to pretend that its not. they must have watched too many movies, and like to think that guys they met due to the thing called ‘fate’ is the best thing that can happen to their love life.

“slorr…. u talking nonsense lah…”

NONSENSE???.. ok, let me tell u what nonsense. Summer’s beach, the guy must be good at running, with broad shoulders, dark complexion with a tint of redness, sparkling eyes and loud laughter. Then he will call out loud the name of the gal, running towards her, carry her and spin 3 rounds anticlockwisely.

“slorr…. u siao liaoz ahh??”

I siao?.. ok.. lets change a location then. Deep in the mountains, the guy must have long hair, gotta have the look of an artist, carries a sketching stand, a few pieces of drawings, and u can see birds stop over at his side, admiring his work. and there will be a gal whose the model…most problemably naked.

“slorr.. but these all very romantic mah…”

ROMANTIC??.. hello miss… romance only survive in novels and movies. In real life, the guy on the beach may step onto broken glass or the gal may be too heavy which tore his arm muscles. Birds may just clear their waste on top of the guy in the mountains, or he might get a thrashing from the gal because he comments on the excess fats around the waist and hips.

“slorr… u hate romance??..”

I hate romance?… nope, I m just using my knowledge of statistic to get a deduction, that guys must be TALL to be romantic, not HANDSOME!!!.. some love novels even portrayed the guy as normal looking, but no-one dares to challenge the height of him!.. I object…. because I m not tall.

“slorr…. objection overruled…”
I think I m really outstandingly bo liao, talking to her about these until noon.
“slorr… are u hungry?…”
“ya… u leh??….”
“yesh… guess its time for lunch…slorr..”
“then do u think we should….??”
“slorr… I m just asking… I dun intend to have lunch with u…”

ok, good.. I m not romantic… neither are u.

I had lunch with Tye, we talk about the conversation with FlyNDance this morning.

“U moron… told her u r not romantic… u siao ah?…u have disgrace me man… how can u make such a big mistake?….I…I…” Tye grabbed a chicken wing with chopstick, and I can see the trembling of the hand and the wing. “there are 3 ‘don’ts’ in chasing a gal…
one…dun forget to be romantic,.. two … dun be toohonest… 3… dun be too stingy on the sugar in our speech… noticed number 1, u stupid??” what rubbish is that??…. “In mandarin we say ‘nan ren bu huai, nu ren bu ai’, u should know this…”

This I know, but it has been a controversial topic over centuries. “women aren’t really that… cheap.. so y would they only falls for ‘bad guys’ like me??… that’s because ‘bad guys’ are usually romantic… those ‘nice guys’ are usually… dumdums…so she would rather choose a romantic ‘bad guy’ rather than any of those dumdums… in maths we call this 2C1… understand?… dumdum..”

oh, Tye is talking about maths!!.. now I understand. No wonder I have always been left on the shelf. “in another words… gals wouldn’t mind if u r not tall… if u r not handsome… they can bear with ur inconsiderate acts…can forget ur stupidity…but they can never forgive if u r not romantic…

” come on, this is so exaggerating.”

“hey… most women have a ‘knot’ for romance.. just like most men have a ‘knot’ for virginity… to women they just can’t understand how precious the thin layer of membrane is to men, same thing, men can’t imagine how important women treats romance.”

this is bullshit! how come I’ve never heard of that.

“the key word is ‘knot’…if u can untie it… fine.. but how many had actually succeeded in that…
practically none…”

“ok, fine. now I’ve done it… so what should I do to remedy the situation?”

“face it… u r hopeless already… I promise u I’ll have a drink with u when u and her are over…”


Mid-night. I m trying to concentrate on my physics notes…. F=ma,v=u+at…it’s really a wonder that nature can be explained by just a few formulas and equations, and this we call science. then y is astrology and palmistry being labeled as superstitious? science should only be one of the ways to explain truth, wat can’t be explained by science, it doesn’t necessary mean that’s its unreal…. Close to 1am. since I can’t get anything into my head, I shall try my luck on net then, maybe she is there…

“slorr…u here finally… good night to u…:)..”

‘FINALLY’? strange word to use it here. Wat is she doing here at this hour? must be feeling down again.

“yes… it is fate that brought me to u at this moment…” I m trying very hard to convince her that I m a bit romantic.
“slorr… nothing to do with fate…I waited 4 u 4 one hour liaoz…”
“sure or not?.. for wat?..”
“talk to u mah…or else I can’t sleep…”
“u sick izzit?… go see doctor lah…”
“slorr….let’s continue our topic.. wat do u think of relationships began from internet?…”
oh my god… how should I answer her now?
“its.. its very…romantic…” indeed I m not a good liar, even my words are shaking now.
“slorr… u bluffing… u not romantic one mah…”
GAME OVER. I m finished!.. no choice but to drink with Tye.
“slorr…. u lagging?… or just daoing me?…”
“no… I m wondering y is the sky so chio tonight?..”
“nonono… dun try to shift the topic… slorr…”

sigh… I give up… I asked for it myself. Actually I think relationships started from cyberspace is considered as ROMANTIC, ‘COs romance gives pple an impression of unreal, and cyberspace is virtual.

“slorr….that’s interesting..”

“2 surfers keep a safe distance from each other and usually 3 types of pple are produced in this way. The 1st type….

The 1st type being those who present themselves on net with their ‘secondary personality’. Usually all of us consists of multiple personalities, and in everyday life, wat we present to the world is the ‘primary personality’, with the secondary one being suppressed, or maybe we dun even realised this other Trait of us deep inside. so internet is the place where this side of us is revealed, both intentionally or without conscious knowledge.”

“izzit true?… wat about 2nd type?..”

“the 2nd type are those who will transform themselves into the kind of man/woman he/she would want to be. theres bound to be 1 or 2 characteristics that u particularly admire, too bad, sometimes these characteristics are just couldnt be found in u. cyberspace is the perfect location for this transformation to occur.”

“slorr…. u blowing cow izzit?.. type 3 leh?…”

“I m not blowing cow, I read it from an article of TIMES mag!! type 3 will be those who transform themselves into characters which are impossible for them to become in real life. for example, if u r a gal, you may act as a man on net. you may even become BATMAN or SUPERMAN if u want.”

“hm.. thats pretty amazing…”

“the 1st type is the ‘faithful’ type, ‘cos its his own personality that is being presented on net. the 2nd type is the ‘foolish’ type, ‘cos he knows only how to admire others, always forgets his own strong pts. The 3rd type is the ‘pathetic’ type, ‘cos he is wishing 4 some impossible.”

“slorr…. den u belong to wat type?… me leh?..”
“i dun wish to believe u r type 3, ‘cos i m not. I crossed the possibility of type 1 ‘cos its too common, because i think u r special. Being able to attract u, i think i m at least a bit special. so we belong to type 2.”
“type2…. den who u wish to become?..slorr..”
“i certainly would like to become a person like Tye, humorous, romantic and eloquent, ‘cos these are wat i m lacking of.”
“slorr…. wat about me?..”
“U?.. i dun know. U want to FLY and DANCE, problemably that means u wish to fully enjoy ur youth while u can. but if this is somethng u wish yet u can’t achieve, den theres 2 possibilities: 1, u r aging, 2, u r leaving the world.”

i think i said something wrong, ‘cos she didn’t sent me anymore msg after this. i began to blame myself for being so perverted, y talk about these things?.. I should have discussed with her whether ZOE or FANN, who should be the queen of caldecott hill. damn that TIMES mag, poison my mind. maybe she’s lagging. so i waited… and waited. although its just a few minutes, but it felt like several hours. i want to apologize, but do not know how to start. until she sent me this msg:

“slorr… lets meet…”

without hesitation, i used the hand that I had used it over 18 years o wipe my ass, typed ‘O-K’.

I m supposed to meet FlyNDance tonight, 8pm, at the entrance of Mcdonalds, the one beside YMCA. that’s the best time and place to meet a gal u have never met b4, according to Tye, ‘Cos they would have taken their dinner by that time which means we can simply go inside the Mac and have some fries and coke. she will be wearing a whole set of coffee theme attire and I will be wearing my usual blues, this is our way of identification. she told me she is not those ‘cute gals’ I may think she is, I said nevermind, I m not Brad-pitt either. then she told me she has long ago given up on this hope already.

“slorr… u r early…”

while I was idling, a gal tapped my shoulders from my back. although I was already mentally prepared for anything that’s gonna appear in front of me, I was still astonished by this gal who stood in front of me now. if not for the coffeee theme and that ‘slorr’, I would think she is only asking for directions. ‘Cos she is one of those chio buz that can only be found on orchard road, usually while I m crossing the road. maybe I suffered from a serious concussion due to the heavy blow, my mind was extraordinarily calm.

“had ur dinner rite?.. I think we shall go inside the Mac 1st…”
“u r pretty smart huh?… a good way to save money indeed…”

AIYA!~!… she knows me soooo well, I can only give her an innocent smile back. since she’s so pretty, I ordered 2 LARGE cokes, and even ordered TWO packets of fries.

“this time u treat, next time i’ll treat…”

I m not falling for that, miss… but I m glad she mentioned ‘next time’.

“slorr… r u disappointed when u saw me just now?..”

DISAPPOINTED?… r u drunk?.. “y do u think I will be disappointed then?..”

“‘cos i told u i m not cute mah, so u must be quite disappointed when u saw me..” she is making 0 sense, but i know she is just trying to hint that she’s actually cute.
“then y did u have to lie that u r not cute?”
“slorr… i said i m not cute… i didn’t say i m not pretty..”


“but u r also quite….decent looking what.. its not like what u described to me too..”

‘DECENT’? a very vague word. to many gals, decent=boring. one good thing is that she didn’t lie to me about the fact that she is keeping long hair. she also has a fair complexion which reminds me of HL milk I take almost everyday. it is now only that I found out she is from ACJC, but had spent her 1st 3 mths in AJ. sitting in front of each other, we talk about many things. from her obsession with coffee to my hobby of watching movies. in btw, she had completely shoke off my misconception of ‘if she is pretty, she is brainless’. she appears to be an attractive gal, both physically and character wise, talking, smiling to me, occasionally being a little sarcastic and nasty. its like a dream. we left the Mac at around 10 pm. since its still early, I decided to send her home and fortunately, its just Ang Mo Kio, two MRT stops from mine. i would have a second thought if she’s staying at Pasir Ris

“slorr… congratulations…. u r officially permitted to date me from now on…” she said this b4 the lift door closed.

back at home, i realized that i hadn’t asked for her real name, maybe its the influence of that stoopid Tye. Tye told me: “never ask a pretty gal her name the 1st time u meet her, ‘cos there are oredi too many wolves out there dying to know, so she will be more interested in you if u act bochap…” then y didn’t she ask for mine? dun tell me theres a female version of Tye telling her not to? it’s again 1am. time to meet her in ajcrr.

“hi!… slorr.. u tired?…”

of ‘cos i m tired after all the surprises she presented me, i would go straight for my bed if not for her. but y is she here also?… isn’t she tired too?..

“long time no see.. how r u?..”
“slorr u siao ah?… 2 hours only leh.. miss me?…”
“A)yes.. B)of’cos.. C)abuden…D)dying to see u…E)all of above…. answer is E…”

seems like she is really tired, even the smiling face are yawning to me rite now.

“u wanna go for a movie tomorrow?..”

maybe i should ask her now, while she is half asleep, hoping that she will blur-blurly click ‘OK’.

“should be no problem… what show?”

… HOOOOORAY!!… i m cheering for her fatigue.

“we decide what show tomorrow… anyway whats important is watch with who…not the show..” Tye’s fav line, i m just borrowing it.

“u should go sleep now lah…”
“wait one little while… u haven’t tell me u tired or not?..”
“ok lah… a bit…. u leh?..”
“i m exhausted…. but have to say good night to u 1st… slorr..if not i can’t sleep..
“me too….”
i can’t believe i m doing this SILLY business rite now….
“ok i tell u what…. i count 1,2,3… then we log off together…”
“ok…. good night slorr…”
“same to u..”

i never talk whenever i m inside a cinema, and now is the best time for my mouth to rest, so I spent the following 3 hours to admire this much-talked-about movie of the century, Titanic. i’m not a romantic person, so its perfectly understandable if i can’t really appreciate this motion picture fully, except for all those stunning special effects. but something struck me when Jack said to Rose b4 he sank into the deep…..

“Rose, listen to me…listen….winning that ticket was the best thing that had happened to me…it brought me to u….and i m thankful, Rose…. i m thankful….”

suddenly i felt much fortunate than Jack, ‘cos I dun have to risk my life to board Titanic, all I have to do is to switch on my PC every night. But he’s one lucky guy too, ‘cos he knows how to draw, and just look at how slowly he was drawing Rose, that made me blame myself for the lack of this talent. But to her, this movie wasnt just about drawings or special effects. i noticed that packet of tissue paper she was holding in her hand. and just when Rose said: “i promise… i will never let go, Jack…i’ll never let go..” she opened up her sling bag and here comes the reserve handkerchief.

Damn that celine Dion, y on earth did she had to sing that “MY HEART WILL GO ON” at the end of the show, for all the female species inside the theater, its like “MY TEARS WILL ALSO GO ON”.

“Ok… movie ended… lets go….” i stood up, speak to her gently, worried that every single word i breath out might just crush onto her, and kill her. she continued to sit in that position, looked at me with her beautiful eyes that just came back from a swim.

after a while, she said… “slorr…. movie ended….. but life goes on.. m I rite?…”

i nodded my head… but i just wished somebody might give me some clue of what she was saying.

finally we managed to leave Orchard cineplex, since its still early, we decided to take a walk down the street. along the way, she seems unusually quiet. so I guess Tye was rite about the ‘TITANIC FLU’, he said that gals often got so mentally distressed after watching this show, and its the best time to launch an emotional attack on her, thats y Tye had watch Titanic for over 5 times roughly. her eyes were focussed on the path or the crowds but i know her mind was still left on Titanic, sinking with her, waiting for somebody to pull her up. i just kept my mouth shut ‘cos I know i m not a good swimmer. we walked to Plaza Singapura. suddenly she stopped in front of Christian Dior counter.

“slorr.. have u read a novel called ‘fragrance’?…”

“err..nope…. y do u ask?…”

“look at this ‘DOLCE VITA’ from Christian Dior…its what the guy bought for her girlfriend in the story on her birthday…. and he told her ‘DOLCE VITA’ is french, meaning ‘SWEET TIMES’…” she pointed to a bottle of perfume at the counter, but i was more interested at the price tagaround the neck of the bottle.

“oh… izzit?…”

“slorr… then do u consider today as ‘sweet times’…?”

“at first i do… but some pts are deducted since u started crying…” “that means it can only be considered a little bit sweet, i’ll buy the small bottle then…”

i insisted to pay for the perfume as her bdae present from me since i know her birthday is coming soon, this kinda saves me a lot of trouble of finding a present for her. luckily its just perfume, i would have to pawn my underwear if that guy in the story gives her girlfriend diamond or gold bar.

“r u hungry?…. wanna sit down and have something?…”

“i dun have appetite… what about u?..”

“you eat, i eat….” her eyes are red again…… i’m such a fool.

finnally got away from the noisy crowd at the mrt station, walking on one of the steets of AMK ave6. contrastingly, its so quiet now that i even can hear the rythm of her heartbeat.

“slorr… do u know what’s the correct way of applying perfume?….”

i shook my head. in fact, i had never used a perfume or cologne b4, medicated oil maybe.

“1st u apply some behind ur ears… then ur neck and wrists… after that spray some onto the air, then walk through it…”

“sure or not?… in that case this little bottle wont even be able to last u for 3 days….”

“slorr.. shall we try?…”

“‘we’?… u go ahead… i m a MAN…”

she opened up that DOLCE VITA… behind her ears, neck then the wrist she applied some… and she really did spray some onto he air!!… WABIANGZ!!.. expensive leh!… finally she stretched out her hands… facing up… like enjoying the raindrops fallling on her face…

“hahaha…. slorr… this is so fun!…. now its ur turn….”

she went through the same procedures with me and i cld feel the coldness of her fingers. maybe its the perfume… i guess.

“slorr… get ready… i m going to spray!!…”

i imitated her.. face up… and walked through my 1st perfume rain.

“slorr lets have another round!!…”

WHAT!!… serious?.. my money isn’t easy to come by leh!!…. b4 i can collect the broken pieces of my heart, she had walked through her second round. she was even more excited this time, hopping around, like her nick…. a flying and dancing butterfly. late night of AMK, the streets smells unusually nicer rite now. until we finished the whole of that DOLCE VITA.

“DOLCE VITA is exhausted… i guess this sweet time shall end now too…. slorr.. i’ll go up now…. tonight 1am. i wont be online, and u r not to do so too…”

“huh?….but why?….”

“go online at 12pm tomorrow.. u will know….remember… only 12pm…”

she turned and walked into the lift… at the same time… i saw an obvious pink patch behind her neck… which is visible only now be’cos she tied her hair. i looked up towards her window on the 4th floor from below, but it never light up. i switched off the light in my room… engulfed in the absolute darkness… ‘cos i wished to have the same kind of feeling as her right now… i realised in complete darkness… the easiest mood one gets… is loneliness.. she must be lonely rite now… half asleep.. i almost can see a beautiful butterfly.. turning to ashes amidst the sea of flame… and that patch behind her neck.. from pink it became red… then
burgundy.. slowly.. it swallowed me…. was it the cause of that can of beer just now?… suddenly i felt cold… and shaky.. and that coolness seemed to have come straight from my heart… the rate of my heartbeat was an exponential function of time as it got closer to 1am… USE A DIFFERENT NICK!!…checked .. she isn’t there…. my heart was beating fast… but the temp remained below healthy level……..


finally its 12 pm, excited as i was, logged on the net, yet there was still no sign of FlyNDance. But theres a mail from her……

Dear slorr,
At first i thought it will be easier for me to settle down in the darkness… recollecting memories we have shared… but all i felt was loneliness…… can u feel it too?… I still can’t change the habit of logging on at 1am… so i used a different nick to sneak into AJCRR… u dun blame meright?… :P… u werent there… should i feel glad for ur obedience?…. U said both of us belonged to TYPE 2… the foolish type…maybe u r right!… ‘cos I really do admire those who dares to fight for their desires… I stroke my hair gently when u said that i m leaving the world… and a few strands of hair fell…..No!… doctor told me its not a terminal disease… and doctor aren’t supposed to lie!!?… I still can live like a normal person… BUT CAN I?.. FlyNDance… is it really something i wont be able to do?… After the 1st meeting with u at Mac… I started to realise that u r not only a virtual being living in the cyberspace… in reality u r strong, gentle and sensitive…. i can feel the defense wall of my heart is slowly breaking apart…. i m defeated… I tied my hair today.. ‘cos my fren told me that I look more attractive this way… I want u to remember my face as it is today… ‘cos after today… everything may change…. But why didn’t u ask for my real name?.. thats why i never asked for urs… i m a gal mah..:P… do u realised how i wish to have something more than a nick to take along with me?… Slorr… thank u for the DOLCE VITA…finally got a taste of what sweet times are like… but i m really sorry….. i just couldnt bear to say goodbyz….. since it started from a mail…. it should end with a mail too…. Its been 3 months and 2 days since the very 1st mail… not a very long time but it isn’t short either…. our story began from me… and I will end it.. Maybe its what u said… ‘internet is fast and convenient, but it isn’t perfect’…. I can send u my thoughts right away… but not my tears… Its about 5.30am now…. time to go…. by the time u receive this mail… i would be trying to settle down somewhere else…. i dun know….
Good Bye.

With lotsa love,

After reading her mail, i felt as if i had just experienced a roller-coaster ride which almost derailed. she had shown me the other side of her, soft and sensitive. For a couple of mths, i was trying to hypnotise myself, to suppress my feelings whenever I started to think about her again. Perpetually i was telling myself, she is just one virtual character that flys and dance in the net, but never in the real world.

I became a fugitive, escaping from my PC, escaping from the internet and anythng that has to do wih coffee. Hide myself behind the piles of lecture notes, behind the crowd of pple, trying to get rid of this thought of missing something in life.

But i failed. I found out that its not that i dun miss her, its just that I had forgotten the passion that always comes along when u r having something hanging on ur mind all the time. its like i cannot not breath, its just that I had forgotten the fact that i have been breathing in and out for the past 19 years. i can hold my breath for a while, but not forever. i have to find her.

“err… i m looking for … er.. FlyNDance….”


‘huh’…. this is the exact word i was expecting from her. she seems to be FlyNDance’s elder sister, 20++, looked quite a beauty too even without any makeup. But of ‘cos, still can’t be compared with her… I explained to her my purpose for knocking on the door and told her that i m no stalker whom she might think i m. surprisingly when i told her my disgusting nick, slorr, she appeared to be rather excited and quickly she scribbled something on a small piece of paper and handed it to me…..

“u should go and see her..”

SGH, Room 3-425
This is the 1st time i’ve ever stepped into the Singapore General Hospital. its a dust-free space, everything looked so clean, tidy and arranged. But i dun like the feeling it gave me… I entered room 3-425, she was there, in a deep sleep… i stood by her, watching… her hair was still as long as before, laying across the soft, white pillow… her face looked roundish now, I know it’s the side-effect of the medicine… and the pinkish-red patch that was on her neck had spread to her face… appearing in a shape of a butterfly.. nevertheless.. she was still the most beautiful butterfly i’ve ever seen…

Her eyelashes twitched slightly.. she must be dreaming… what’s that in her dream??… Macdonald’s fries and coke?.. sinking Titanic?.. or the rain at AMK ave 6?.. The room was getting darker as the clock approaches 6pm.. i wanted to switch on the light… ‘cos I hate to see her lying lonely under the shadow of a patient’s room…. But i m worried that her dreams might be disturbed by the sudden light rays… while i was in a dilemma.. her eyes opened slowly… Her eyes were wide on me.. then she turned away suddenly..i can only see her back at this moment… she lost weight… after a long time.. she turned to face me again.. rubbed her eyes… and smiled….

“slorr.. u r here!…”

“yes… nice weather today.. isn’t it?..”

“ya lor.. sky also very chio today?..right?…heehee..”


… i can still remember this was the conversation we had in one of our AJCRR meetings… But she didn’t realized that it’s raining today…

“slorr…. why r u standing there.. sit down..”

thanks for reminding me.. i just found out that my legs were numbed due to the several hours of standing…

“slorr… u lost weight…”

ME?.. i thought i should be the one whos telling this to her!!??….

“slorr.. u hungry?… had ur lunch?..”

“food here isn’t so good.. thats why patients like me always slim down abit..”

“apart from that.. its quite ok.. but sometimes i feel really bored without a PC here to talk to u..”

“slorr.. hows ur mid-year?.. sure did very well right?..”

WAIT A MINUTE!.. u r the one who’s lying on bed right now!!.. not me!….

Yet.. i had nothing to ask her actually.. ‘cos I was there to see her.. not to find out the answers to those questions.. maybe now its the time for me to utter some touching lines like whats in the case of a movie.. But i m not a Romantic person… moreover… movies are fiction.. life isn’t.. I just wished that she could leave this place which almost made me sick as soon as possible… back to AMK ave6, back to ACJC, back to where she belonged…. and i promised she wont be alone anymore.. ‘cos I will always be there… After a while… her mum was here to see her.. around the age of 50, slightly overweight.. other than the cheerful smile… she didn’t really remind me of FlyNDance…

“err… i think i’ve gotta go now… bye bye auntie..”

“You….You…” she sat up straight in a sudden..like experienced a tremendous shock…

“i’ll be here again tomorrow.. and the day after tomorrow… until u leave this place…”

before i went back home, i went to Plaza Singapura again to buy that Christian Dior Dolce Vita…and i’ve got the biggest bottle this time, that she can even swim in it.

i try not to close my eyes that night, ‘cos I want to go to her as soon as the 1st sun ray shoots into my room. i hired a cab, didn’t want to waste too much time on bus.

“slorr.. u r here.. i’ve been waiting for u for a long time…”

“had a good night’s rest?…”

“oh… i didn’t allow myself to fall into a deep sleep… ‘cos i know u wont wake me up when ur here…”

“then u should take a rest now…”

“err… since u r here lready… i dun think I can…”

I gave her the Dolce Vita, and we’d agreed that we would dance in the rain in front of SGH main entrance the day she’s discharged. i dare not look straight at her… ‘cos theres a butterfly on her face.. it was only last night b4 I leave SGH that i found out she’s suffering from an illness called ERYSIPELAS.. what the unprofessionals call the BUTTERFLY DISEASE… but i what i like is the coffee butterfly that is able to dance around freely…. not that pinkish-red butterfly that settled on her pale complexion… moreover.. whats a butterfly if it can’t fly….

“slorr.. why r u looking at me.. and not talking?…”

i dun know… ‘cos i noticed that shes getting weaker physically… I had a bad feeling about this…

“slorr… i m thirsty… can u get me a drink?..”

I m not leaving her at this moment. i can still remember a movie about this guy who went all the way to get red bean soup for his girlfriend who’s on sickbed… and to find her lying silently on the white bedsheet when he came back… never to wake up again…

“r u trying to get rid of me… like whats in that movie?..”

“slorr… movie is movie… life is life…”


“but i thot u just had a drink?… anyway.. so what can i get for u?…”

“Ultimate Ice Blended!!….”

This is a hospital leh!!… did she think I can find Coffeee Bean everywhere on this island?… like Macdonalds… whatsmore… coffee wasnt suitable for her at that time…

“err…. coffee isn’t good for health.. order something else… ok?..”

“so u know coffee isn’t good for the body too… then u should cut down on ur intake oso… ok?..”

i saw her smile appearing… and theres a shine in her eyes… i realized that shes just trying to tell me not to drink too much coffee in the future… My heart seemed to have suffered from a heavy blow… This is not good… a taste of pH<7 has started to fill my nose….. If this is not going to stop.. tears might be the next thing that appears in front of her… i recalled the chapter on reservoir and dam in physics textbook.. quickly apply the knowledge on me… even if its just a few droplets…

“ok… i promise… i’ll try my best..”

“and try to sleep earlier in the future…”

“and dun skip breakfast… its important to u…”

“and dun be too obsessed with Blue.. it makes u look..troubled….”


this didn’t sound good… its like giving the final instructions b4 she… I can’t bear to let her continue…

“okok… i’ll go get u a drink right away..”

“slorr… is the machine far away?… if it is..then its ok.. i dun want it anymore…”

from my mental calculation….men would take 67 steps while women would take 85 steps to reach the vending machine right at that corner.. plus the time taken to purchase… average would take a total of 1.8-2.1 minutes… not very far…

“quite near..”

“slorr…. come back quick… i dun want to be alone for too long…. i hate that feeling..”

i didn’t answer her…. i just increased my pace….


“eh… its late already… go to sleep..”

my mum was nagging at me again.

“okok…. 10 more minutes…”

Until today, FlyNDance had left for more than 2mths. i still logged on at 1am everynight, but onto channel DOLCE-VITA which was created by myself, with slorr and FlyNDance being the only 2 nicks inside, for 10 minutes. Although she wont be able to fly and dance in real life anymore, but i still wish that she could continue to do so in the virtual world. Even Tye has given up on me… “she’s gone…. y r u still doing this?.. for what?!!…”

Yet, even if thats the case, i can’t allow her soul to be left at the corner of loneliness. ‘cos she said…. she hate the feeling of being alone… I still remember there was a heavy downpour on that day…. When i reached SGH… they told me… A coffee butterfly flew away from her room at around 1am last night….after that… i can’t remember… i just knew that i stood at the bus-stop for a whole day… and i was all wet because of the rain.. even my face..I’ve been crying hard not to think of her over theses 2 mths.. I’ve been hoping that her face wont appear in my mind every moment that i breath, but it’s like hoping that…. the sky isn’t blue; the grass isn’t green; the stars do not twinkle at night… Basically, i was hoping for something impossible to happen… I can’t believe that i m of Type 2, even in real life.. Did i cry?.. NO WAY!.. i said it b4, i m not a romantic person, and this may be due to the deficiency in the hormones that constitutes emotions… whenever i had the feeling of pH<7, i’ll browse through those FWDS jokes… attention will then be shifted by those dim-wit, low-class jokes…

so now everything is back to the way it was b4 I met her 9 mths ago… Tye is still flirting around, and i m still the old decent=dull me. But i’ve stopped taking coffee and beer.

“xing ah… is this for u?….”

My mum handed me a letter she picked up in the mail box this morning. i was surprised when i saw ‘To:slorr…’ written on the envelope. That’s for me i guess. i opened it up, there was a piece of writing inside, and another coffee envelope.

I m FlyNDance’s sister, i think this is how u r addressing her. I m sorry that i do not know ur real name, although we’d met b4. When i was packing her stuffs a few days ago, I found this letter with your name and address already written on it. So i posted it to you, because I believe this is what my sister intended to do.

Best wishes,
Xiao wen

The letter was sent 3 days ago, and there was another ‘To:slorr…’ followed by my home address written on the coffee envelope. But this handwriting was a lot nicer and the words seemed to be moving swiftly…like in a joyful dance.I have no time to figure out how she has gotten my home address… did i give her in one of my mails?.. I tried to control my trembling hands, slowly, I opened up the envelope. I found a photo, and a half of a movie ticket inside… Apart from these, there was a blue letter… with the familiar DOLCE VITA smell on it. The photo showed her, standing on a piece of grassland… wearing the same coffee theme attire on our 1st meeting at Macdonalds. Something was written at the back of it….

Dear slorr,
Coffee represents Pisces.. thats me. Blue represents sagitarius.. thats you. A blue letter inside a coffeee envelope…. know what i mean?… 🙂 seeing me… do u feel like drinking coffee now?..stop drooling!… 😛

I smiled…. bitterly.. and the contents of the blue letter is simple:

If i have one more day to live, i want to be your girlfriend.
Do i have one more day? No.
Too bad. I can’t be your girlfriend… not in this life.
If i have wings, i want to fly down from the paradise just to see you.
Do i have wings? No.
Sadly. I can never see you again.
If all the water are drawn out of the bath-tub, but it still can’t put off the flame of love btw us.
Can all the water in a bath-tub be drawn off?
So, yes. I LOVE YOU.

My chest was torn apart… tears broke through the dam I constructed a long time go in a jiffy… As proud, as emotionless as i was, i can’t pull back the salty wet thats on the whole of my face anymore….She has changed my ‘little theory’… and gotten back what i’d owed her… tears
for 2 months….


Titanic has won 11 awards in the Oscar.. including best picture. Yet, Rose wasnt the best actress under that category. So if its sad in a movie, it may not be so fortunate too in real life. and.. in reality… should Jack hold on to Rose.. and ‘Never let go?’….. Maybe he shouldn’t be worried about this… ‘cos that beautiful coffee butterfly will continue to fly and dance in his heart..forever…