TOMORROW.

Is a big big day. Buddy is helping me with my letter now, (both of us with our half-assed Chinese) and I am STUCK!

We jammed today, without #2. It feels so empty without the bass. Then we sat around Clarke Quay and met Ball Boy. We autographed many balls. Made plans to go to Swee Lee but we ended up at Changi Airport instead. Terminal 3 is pretty. I could live there, really. We became airmail for a while, and watched the Singapore team return from the SEA Games in Thailand. I couldn’t recognize any of them, except for this table-tennis player, but I forgot her name. Maybe this is a call to pay more attention to Singapore affairs.

And then again, Hady Mirza is our first Asian Idol, that I know. So I do pay some attention.

I have two letters and a whole pack of Christmas cards to finish. And I am going out in the afternoon with Maylyn & Co. And practice, oh man. I need practice, badly.