So last night, we were supposed to go down to The Butter Factory. But we couldn't find the place, and since we were so near to Clarke Quay, we decided to head down to MOS instead. But it was still really early, only about 10plus, so MOS was very empty. So nevermind, we went down to Gotham Penthouse.

Gotham was terribly empty as well. Like about 10 people only, but then again, it was really early la. So, while we were getting our drinks, this 'looks-like-angmoh-but-insists-that-he's-Singaporean-with-pink-IC-and-can-speak-Chinese' guy started talking to Eunice, and then to all of us. He told us he was a male prostitute (Eunice wanted to ask 'How much?' HA!), and then said he was a banker. And after he detected that we were really bored by him, he left us alone. Before he left, he gave Eunice a rose made of tissue paper. LOL!

Then Eunice left, and Evie and I went back to MOS. It was near midnight, and terribly, terribly packed. Bloody hell. Can barely walk. I don't understand why they make the R&B room so damn small. It's obviously one of the most popular rooms around. And the main dancefloor was, once again, playing retro music. Ugh. How the hell do you dance to retro music?????



Haha. At least Eunice got her not-so-bad-looking 'angmoh/Singaporean' guy, and the suppposedly very cute French guy at the MRT station.

Me leh??? Some stupid Indian guy who refused to let go of my hand.

-runs to wash hand for the 8756959th time-

Heh. DXO please!!!!!!!!
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The more I think about Steve Irwin, the more I understand how fragile life is.

It's just so hard to believe that he's dead. I see him on TV almost everyday. In fact, I was just watching his show on Sunday, then I got news that he died. At first, I thought it was some stupid joke again, but I googled a little, and landed on the CNN website reporting his death. :(

Once again, everything is so hard to believe and digest. He was such a hero. But like what everyone said, at least he died doing something that he loved. He's only 44, but I believe he has led a fulfilling and meaningful life. And how many of us can say the same about our own lives?

A short, yet meaningful life, as compared to one that is long but dwindling, is so much more worth dying for.

Steve had dreams, and he never hesitated to strive for them, as well as encourage the world to do the same. He literally 'chased' these dreams through the jungles, oceans and forests of the world.

I wonder how his family is coping with it. His children are so young. I don't know what I'll do if this ever happened to me. If someone so dear left me in such a way. I think (or hope) they must be really strong. Poor Steve.

But I guess he died with absolutely no regrets. I'm sure he knows the danger he faces everytime he decides to pounce on an animal with razor sharp teeth or poisonous bites/stings. I suppose he couldn't have asked for any other way to die. For someone like him, living a long life would be a miracle, and having a short life and dying in such a way would be, in some way, kinda 'expected'.

Mr Brown and Mr Miyagi even came up with a tribute to the beloved crocodile hunter in the form of a podcast.

I really respect Steve Irwin. Respect his zest for life, his passion for doing what he thinks and knows is right, his optimism, his ability to be not cynical at all despite all that he has been through, his love for nature, and definitely, his bravery and courage.

God bless you Steve, and may perpetual light shine upon you. Rest in peace.




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So Long, Farewell
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So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good night
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, adieu
Adieu, adieu, to yieu and yieu and yieu

So long, farewell, au revoir, auf wiedersehen
I'd like to stay and taste my first champagne

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
I leave and heave a sigh and say goodbye -- Goodbye!
I'm glad to go, I cannot tell a lie
I flit, I float, I fleetly flee, I fly
The sun has gone to bed and so must I

So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye!



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