I had a brilliant evening yesterday with Justin, sitting at a Starbucks, just chatting the night away. He kept asking me what I wanted, and I kept saying, “Just a coffee.” Apparently they don’t serve just a coffee at Starbucks. He got me a cappucino-frapella-somethingamajic, which, oddly enough, tasted like coffee. Wondered about the weird raw sugar they gave out. Can’t they afford good ol’ white, processed sugar?

Anyway, we had a fine time talking about ourselves and our lives and the roads we’re taking and while I don’t think we’ve changed all that much, we both seem much happier now. Clue: huge, stupid, ape-faced grins. Seriously though, like Serene’s always been my conscience and Wern’s been my honesty, Justin never reminds me of what I want, what I am striving for. We’ve always had common goals, but now it’s time to take our own roads there, and I think we’re mature enough for it.

He’s going to Singapore this Friday to meet up with another Justin (we never fail to have doppelgangers on this website, do we?), whom I’ve had the opportunity to go to a jazz festival with – he’s raving mad bout jazz, brilliant – and saw Diana Krall perform sometime in KL two years back. The Justins are going to this Mercedes-Benz roadshow and I had to grin and bear with all the ranting bout the new model whatever.

Well, he did in turn listen to me market all products and services from bottled water to mercy disembowelment for half an hour, so I’ll say we’re quits.

Back to our little chat (we were the last people in Starbucks, nay the whole shopping mall!) – I can honestly say now I haven’t decided what I ultimately want to do with my life. I’ve been fortunate enough to have many choices and many opportunities and I plan to make good use of them all. Try everything that I enjoy till I find the best fit. Maybe the trying is what my life’s supposed to be about. Living. Experiencing. People and languages and cultures and the very naughty Bush twins.

(By the way, has anyone else seen that episode of David Letterman where Al Gore came on? He was actually funny. Very funny. Mike Stone funny without the bad puns. Why wasn’t he funny before?)

I guess that’s as much as I can say without making our chat public domain. Let’s just say we left Starbucks feeling light as birds, cappucino-frapella-somethingamajic or not.

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