Just read Love Letters by A.R. Gurney.
It was absolutely brilliant. Strange as it sounds, I sat in my little corner reading the script laughing to myself, frowning a little at some point, half wishing Andy would make a move, and before I knew it, I felt a tear trickle down my face.

It was not your typical love story where boy meet girl. Boy fall in love with girl. Or both. They face obstacles and then they overcome all odds and all becomes good at the end. No, Love Letters does not adhere to this.

There were a few parts that I really liked.

“ I love writing you. You most of all. I always have. I feel like a true lover when I’m writing you. This letter, which I’m writing with my own hand, with my own pen, in my own penmanship, comes from me and no one else, and is a present of myself to you…No, this is just me, me the way I write, the way my writing is, the way I want to be to you, giving myself to you across a distance, not keeping or retaining any part of it for myself, giving you this piece of myself to you totally, and you can tear me up and throw me out, or keep me, and read me today, tomorrow, any time you want until you die. “

I thought that was so true. There is an ineffable thrill of receiving letters and cards from someone. To know that someone took that effort to write and give a part of themselves to you… it is a sweet tingling feeling.

That night, my friends and I had a sleep over. It was planned at the last minute and to be honest, the preparation for it drove my friend and I up the wall. Before that, we went to Timbre for drinks; although my drink at Timbre was disappointing, but the song dedication and the trivia game that we played made it pretty memorable. The squeals of laughter, the strange way how each of us were getting a particular category no matter how I shuffled the cards-man… ☺
I guess the only regret I had that night was not attempting to go deeper, to share my true feelings about certain issues.

In short, to cast away those fears, inhibitions, and citing that it was not the right moment.

As we grow up, we stop parading our emotions… perhaps one day we’d grow numb to it.

One thing I treasure about the sleepover was that even though our birthday surprise was a complete flop, we did all we could within that short span of time. Together, we shared many first times and for once, we spent a great deal of time together even though the next day, I wanted to crash during my seminar.

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Over the week, I also bumped into an old friend and my heart sank when I found out that things would have to change for real come September. The event was unanticipated and uncanny. And I recall what one of my friend said “the matter now is that Singapore does not want us. How sad is that?” He said it in such despondence that for once, I felt like someone love the country, be it for political, social or economic reasons, but someone love the country to want to stay, but circumstances does not allow him to do so.

Now, more of my friends are leaving. Ky, Denise, Srrijit, Mel, Michael………

Cheers to great time!!!! And Korean food soon ky and denise!!!