Shot.

When I first saw that photograph, I was filled with wonderful memories of that eventful day, and especially of everything we've done to make it perfect. Then suddenly, I was reminded of something more poignant, more heartbreaking.

I don't know if I should be holding on to that memory.

Or maybe I don't want to know anything at all.

Sabo-ed.

This is my latest indulgence:


It's been more than a month since I walked into the Thomas Sabo store at Raffles City and went mad salivating at the trays of charms before me. I picked the plane and the cat after much thought; D set me straight about the fact that I should choose the charms that represent something I really care about, and that helped with zooming in on specific ones.

I've promised myself that I will get a new charm every month, just so I can look forward to something, since the figure on my payslip isn't worth hooting about. It's about time for my next one. Guess what it's gonna be?

Will you still love me tomorrow - Amy Winehouse

Tonight you're mine completely
You give your love so sweetly
Tonight the light of love is in your eyes
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Is this a lasting treasure
Or just a moment's pleasure?
Can I believe the magic of your sighs?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

Tonight with words unspoken
And you say that I'm the only one, the only one
But will my heart be broken
When the night meets the morning star?

I'd like to know that your love
Is love I can be sure of
So tell me now, cause I won't ask again
Will you still love me tomorrow?
Will you still love me tomorrow?

August 1 2006

"Don't fall in love with me," I had said.