Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Well, I did warn you lot that it would be a while. All that matters is that my cute Chinese butt is back here in Singapore typing. And the world rejoiced :)
I've been back over a week now, but before I get started, I remember when I heard about the shocking news of Wayne "Thunder" Seah passing away in his sleep on on the 21st of May. I had met him a few times, back when The Suns were still known as the Boredphucks. He was funny, never drank or smoked, and always drummed like a demon (without his shirt on). From what I hear, little else had changed since then :) If you wish to leave your condolences, and check out the last song he wrote, please go to http://www.waynethunder.com/.
On that somber note, I won't talk about my trip just yet. I will however, tell you about my flight to Los Angeles. It was terribly bumpy, and I began to have very strong visions of scenes from Final Destination. Anyhow, what was even more morbid was that I began to write a letter. A goodbye letter of sorts. I guess I was thinking that should anything have happened, at least I hoped that somehow, miraculously, this letter would be found, and that I had one last thing to say. Enjoy another side of me :)
"I don't know why. Call me paranoid and hopeful at the same time. In the sense that, if this plane, or any I may travel on should end up with me in an unpleasant demise, this indecipherable note should be found.
First of all, I have to say I love my baby. As Dave Matthews' "Crash" echoes in my head, all I think about is missing her smile and her cute laughter. She has given me many a reason to smile again.
To my parents, I would feel greatly disappointed for as an only son, I was unable to fulfill my full potential. In failing to do so, I have failed to live up to their expectations.
My friends. You all should know me (at least I hope you do :) ) I love you all, and all of you, in big and small ways have contributed greatly to the whole person you know of, in heart and mind. Good and bad, it has been a complete experience. None of which I regret.
And now, to personal thoughts. Right now, travelling with Laurence, and unexpectedly seven other classmates, I embark on a 28-day journey to America. It's weird. With six hours left in my 15-hour journey (give or take), I still feel as if I'm in Singapore. I have an explanation for that. It starts off with something ridiculously simple. I don't travel far and wide enough these days. Understandably so. I can't afford it monetarily and economically (time, I mean). Because of this limitation (self-imposed or otherwise), I have sort of fallen into the same trap as most Singaporeans: the world isn't bigger than Singapore. I'm sitting now in this plane, but honestly, what do I see? Seats and walls. I can feel a part of my mind telling me this really isn't happening, that I'm flying to Los Angeles.
No worries, I'm sure once I touch down in LAX, I'll fully realise the circumstance I'm in. Right now though, should anything happen, I thought I'd write down these thoughts first. A belated reason for the untidy handwriting comes from having written these notes in the dark, as to not disturb the other passengers around me. One wonders whether the 8th cup of red wine could have added on to this mess though :)
Should anything not happen, and you don't find this letter, I should be laughing, smiling, and living my life to my utmost potential, in whatever short time the good Lord has given me. AMEN :)"
- Gene Khor, April 19 2007, 00:25 Singapore Time
I've been back over a week now, but before I get started, I remember when I heard about the shocking news of Wayne "Thunder" Seah passing away in his sleep on on the 21st of May. I had met him a few times, back when The Suns were still known as the Boredphucks. He was funny, never drank or smoked, and always drummed like a demon (without his shirt on). From what I hear, little else had changed since then :) If you wish to leave your condolences, and check out the last song he wrote, please go to http://www.waynethunder.com/.
On that somber note, I won't talk about my trip just yet. I will however, tell you about my flight to Los Angeles. It was terribly bumpy, and I began to have very strong visions of scenes from Final Destination. Anyhow, what was even more morbid was that I began to write a letter. A goodbye letter of sorts. I guess I was thinking that should anything have happened, at least I hoped that somehow, miraculously, this letter would be found, and that I had one last thing to say. Enjoy another side of me :)
"I don't know why. Call me paranoid and hopeful at the same time. In the sense that, if this plane, or any I may travel on should end up with me in an unpleasant demise, this indecipherable note should be found.
First of all, I have to say I love my baby. As Dave Matthews' "Crash" echoes in my head, all I think about is missing her smile and her cute laughter. She has given me many a reason to smile again.
To my parents, I would feel greatly disappointed for as an only son, I was unable to fulfill my full potential. In failing to do so, I have failed to live up to their expectations.
My friends. You all should know me (at least I hope you do :) ) I love you all, and all of you, in big and small ways have contributed greatly to the whole person you know of, in heart and mind. Good and bad, it has been a complete experience. None of which I regret.
And now, to personal thoughts. Right now, travelling with Laurence, and unexpectedly seven other classmates, I embark on a 28-day journey to America. It's weird. With six hours left in my 15-hour journey (give or take), I still feel as if I'm in Singapore. I have an explanation for that. It starts off with something ridiculously simple. I don't travel far and wide enough these days. Understandably so. I can't afford it monetarily and economically (time, I mean). Because of this limitation (self-imposed or otherwise), I have sort of fallen into the same trap as most Singaporeans: the world isn't bigger than Singapore. I'm sitting now in this plane, but honestly, what do I see? Seats and walls. I can feel a part of my mind telling me this really isn't happening, that I'm flying to Los Angeles.
No worries, I'm sure once I touch down in LAX, I'll fully realise the circumstance I'm in. Right now though, should anything happen, I thought I'd write down these thoughts first. A belated reason for the untidy handwriting comes from having written these notes in the dark, as to not disturb the other passengers around me. One wonders whether the 8th cup of red wine could have added on to this mess though :)
Should anything not happen, and you don't find this letter, I should be laughing, smiling, and living my life to my utmost potential, in whatever short time the good Lord has given me. AMEN :)"
- Gene Khor, April 19 2007, 00:25 Singapore Time
