joy is knowing that in 16hrs time i will be, together with a great grp of friends, watching a cuban jazz concert at the esplanade...

joy is also having a sister who is willing to sit through a 2hr oh-no-what-to-wear-how-come-nothing-matches panic attack... muak

joy is sitting at my comp blogging and having just listened to "when you say nothing at all" and reo speedwagon's "in my dreams"...

joy is also receiving sms from a friend whom i haven't seen in ages...

joy is being content with the world as it currently is...

i've never failed to adored my lit teachers ever since sec2. i think a love affair with english literature comes together with loving the teacher/tutor/lecturer who teachs it...

how can one cultivate a passion for lit if the one who teaches it doesn't care less.. fortunately for me, the flames were fanned by equally ardent admirers...

(nothing against local/asian lit lecturers.. but so far only 3 rank on my list of power-lecturers, the type whose every word just astounds and strikes you dumb with awe)...

but british lit teachers totally rock. and i think there's something to do with the culture they come from.

the entire weight of british literature seems to hover in the background each time they open their mouths. it's not so much as they love lit, but to them, lit is just simply a part of their lives, because lit is so much a part of their culture... when i first realised this, it totally blew me away...

and you can tell, you can really tell when they talk how much they love the subject. their eyes light up, their demeanour changes - energised and alive, their voice carries and suddenly you think: i'm in the presence of awe.... every heard a person deliver a beautiful lecture?

i had one today... of all the vocabulary available to me, beautiful is the only one to describe it...

maybe that's why i long to live in europe one day... i have stood in the streets of prague and been struck dumb by the fact that the street i was standing on was easily a hundred years old, that the houses i was walking by had lived my lifetime many times over....

you could feel the weight of history stretching out behind you... it was truly a moment of agnagnorisis - revelation of the most sublime...

i think the best legacy anyone can leave is one of inspiration... and i have my lit teachers to thank for that.

i love songs which never fail to perk me up. 'alone' by the beegees is one of them, the police's 'every breath you take' is another...

i think it has something to do with the catchy, infamous starting strains... it just feels good to be able to recognise them... and i dont think i've ever failed to smile when i hear them... and each time i do i always think: man this is a great song.... every single time...

speaking of music.. finally finally watched 'duets' two nights ago... and for the first time in a long long while it surprised me by being much better than expected. it had heart and soul and a great soundtrack to boot..