Chanced upon, on last week's issue of I-S, a horoscope that, though cryptic, described my week to a T.

Gemini (May 21 - Jun 20): "Pain is weakness leaving the body," says fitness trainer Mark Duval. It that's true, you have gotten a lot stronger in recent weeks. [...] you've shed a few months' worth of emotional distress, you've purged a few years' worth of frustration, and you've exorcised a couple of lifetimes' worth of confused dreams."

Being free entails the time to think, to reflect, and to find that calling. Why is that so elusive? I like and I hate, simultaneously, being free.

1 wedding
1 funeral
1 birthday

All in the space of a week.
These flowers from the funeral have sprouted roots inside this plastic bottle of mineral water (also from the funeral). Life from death. Funerals are meant not only to remember the dead; they are more to remind the living. I relate better to funerals than to weddings. I like the finality - it reminds me of the capriciousness life holds.

(Mis)Heard, hopefully, on The Most Annoying Implement otherwise known as TV Mobile installed on most buses now:

Who is the what,
Where is the mooning

This is accompanied by Mark Lee rapping something indistinguishable - I know because I stopped looking outside the window for long enough to glance at the screen, and saw him being credited for 'Vocals'. In Very Ugly Font.

It was at precisely 7.58pm. What show is that - with Mark Lee as the head of some over-dramatised household?

Last night on the journey back, I caught some other police-related drama with less crime and more petty politicking between fellow officers. The plot was a fraction better, methinks. Phew. That was a toughie.

Could Singlish just be less jarring on the ears? I'm full of gripes lately, I have noticed.

Thought this was a timely entry when I came across it, with H's imminent wedding in less than a week. I mean, I don't hate weddings, per se. There. Said it. But what really grates is the assumption - and this is rampant: individuals from all generations can be found guilty of this - that a married couple is automatically stable and independent.

So it's the legal connotations, and social acceptance unquestioningly garnered from this heterosexual union that really gets to me.

Same goes for organised religion: that Big Brother is out keeping tabs and rewarding you for good behaviour. And don't even get me started on religious touting, otherwise known as street evangelism. Please.

< /End gripe >

That said, I'm really happy for H. Really, really happy. That's about the only thing that's keeping me from ignoring her phone calls and coming up with excuses at all costs not to attend her (otherwise bloody cringeworthy) reunion/wedding dinner. I wouldn't do it for anyone else. And being the pianist for the church service. That, and because I've never been to The Legends (warning: annoying midi auto-play file upon entering website!) and thought it'd be nice to go look-see.

I am such a bloody hypocrite, I know. But yes, there are exceptions to be made. That's what friends are for.