yeah....Things will only get better

It was shivering. I'm not too sure what was the temperature set to but I'm pretty certain that it was too cold for my comfort. Nevertheless I picked up the VCR and walked into the Video Room. I was at the National Library. Still pretty much used to calling it Stamford Road Lib but well it's no longer there.

It was a recording that I've been wanting to view for a very long time. You don't find it in Singapore, well at least it's kind of hard to get it here. Even the very sophisticated NLB only has 2 recordings.

I must say I'm very much intrigued by it. I was never in the band and perhaps that explains why. I 've never been through the countless drill sessions, precision marching in the scorching hot sun and the very energy sapping uniform/costume... whatever you'll like to call it. The end product is nice can already la. The ends justify the means....wahaha

Jas just sms me to inform me that J is back in Singapore. I dropped J an sms. No reply. It didn't matter cause 1) I'm used to it;2) I'm watching a great video; 3) I'm used to it; 4) It's him; 5) all of the above.

I was happily enjoying the performance when he suddenly called. I put it on busy mode as text him a message, telling him to sms me for I'm unable to pick up the phone. It only served to make him call me again. Well, once again, I decided to sent him a busy tone.

About an hour later, I texted him again. Once more, he tried calling me. Not too sure if this English teacher understod English or not.

But that's our dear J.