for the record

"This is for my people who just lost somebody"
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady.."

...was what mariah carey sings, again and again inside my head. i swear that was what i hear all day. if rotating songs could generate kinetic electricity, i expect i would be able to light up simei town by nightfall.

the song is just beautifully haunting, so why does it matter if i had not lost anybody as what the lyrics is about? none anybody significantly related anyway. if you count those names inside my phone book that i never know even existed anymore, yeah maybe i could somehow relate.

every now and then, i would browse my simcard contact listings while my colleagues explaining some powerpoints in meetings that i was not interested about. i mean, i could either do this or fall asleep, which is worse because with my PDA phone, people would think i'm jotting down notes or something.

back to my contact listings, sometimes i'd be just amazed of how half the world's population managed to get inside my phonebook when i have no recollection of who these numbers belongs to. seriously. if i don't know any better, i would think the numbers kinda reproduce themselves like a single cell organism.

what these unmeaningful random numbers did, was just took the memory space, while i still struggle to find who to buzz during those boring i'm-like-will-smith-in-i-am-legend no-plan weekends.

don't get me wrong, i love making new friends. people keep talking about inflations and stuff, like during today's normal lunch-time talk-cock session when someone brought up how our income decreases if the annual increment is less than 5%, which is the inflation rate (how we got to discuss nerdy stuff like this, i have no idea).

and i am thinking, maybe you need to make certain number of friends just to have some left when you lost some over the years. call it friendship inflation if you will. having said that, not that i think friends of an asset, or belonging that i need to collect. i think friends as...

ok maybe that was a bad example.

last saturday i went for a dinner with some friends at toa payoh sakura japanese restaurant. with one i've met before and some i have not. i must stressed enough this is NOT part of above friendship-making project or anything like that. just some people met up and well, spent some time together while pushing the salmon population further towards extinction.

it wasn't easy in the beginning. i guess, everybody was too accommodating to others, which was understandable because god knows each other's preference at that moment. i felt like an entertainer being shoved onto the stage without knowing the audience. should i go and sing rock, ballad or hip hop? i had all this thoughts swirling in my head, which i know was silly because at the end of the day simon cowell would have still dissed us if we never be who we are.

i must say the night turned out pleasant. ok that was an understatement because the truth is, i am truly glad i have the chance to spot these people out of 6 billion people in this world. i mean, what are the chances, right?

but again, so were those 3 billion people in my phone book that i could sing 'bye bye' to. no, 30 people.. or whatever.



'bye bye' from E=MC2 is in stores now, and no, mariah carey is not my friend, nor is she inside my phone book.











...ed