tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572136959585924215.post8186206354077173924..comments2010-03-15T15:38:10.262+08:00Julien Pierrenoreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572136959585924215.post-63729031381373331272010-03-15T15:38:10.262+08:002010-03-15T15:38:10.262+08:00You&#39;re Felix Yoong the KL detective and you can&#39;t speak a word of Mandarin? Rather impossible I&#39;d say. :-PJasonnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3572136959585924215.post-5544081977490526602010-03-11T13:11:25.438+08:002010-03-11T13:11:25.438+08:00I&#39;m glad to see you&#39;re beginning to write, Julien - a mystery caper set against gritty shophouses and sweltering streets, and your alter-ego: I&#39;m sure you&#39;ve made a mental sketch of him to be this suave, olive-skinned guy with the intuition and beauty of a Malayan tiger. <br /><br />Never let go of your dreams, even if sometimes reality disappoints you or people discourage you. And I want you to know that when I wake up, when I go to bed, I still hear that song in my head, the one that goes &#39;The sun comes up...&#39; There are only two songs that play on the turntable of my life right now, in constant, almost annoyingly persistent rotation - that, and Song For Ten. Well, and maybe Bye Bye Blackbird and Funny Face gets some airtime when I&#39;m feeling less maudlin. <br /><br />I guess you&#39;re having the time of your life in KL right now, being brand rep for a brand even I wouldn&#39;t mind working for. Annick Goutal&#39;s fabulous and even if you&#39;re still assured about Terre D&#39;Hermes&#39; superiority I&#39;m sure you&#39;ll find it in your heart to embrace something that may fail trying to seduce you, but nonetheless tries with much persistence and, dare I say it, charm.<br /><br />I&#39;m doing fine in London, now that I&#39;ve been deferred till next year. Sometimes things like these happen and I can&#39;t help but think that they happen for a reason. As my friend said, &#39;When life hands you lemons, find a cold salmon and squirt over it, and enjoy...&#39; :-P So these days I&#39;m back at the gym, running my life out on the treadmill, trying to get back into shape, although for what I have no idea. Still, the enervating monotony of exercise somehow gives me a sense of achievement, of direction.<br /><br />So this is all I wanted to say. I&#39;d love to talk to you again. And I miss you. I miss your tuneless singing in your pseudo-singlais accent, your little tap dances, your smile. And of course your eyes when they smile too.Seanhttp://blogs.myspace.com/pornographicallysoundnoreply@blogger.com