And I want to know why. I know, I tend to analyze things a bit too much. For someone who doesn’t enjoy watching those Paris By Night and Asia DVDs, I can sit through hours of listening to karaoke singing.

Let me describe a typical karaoke session for me. On weekdays, after dinner and a glass of red wine, I’ll go cuộn mình trong chăn on the long chair in the living room, then I pay attention to the words of the song, and drift off dreaming about the meaning and depth of the song, feeling the languor or sadness the composer went through, and start writing the blog in my mind.

I don’t often sing. I love frogs, and therefore have a croaking voice. So, it’s totally not out of the love of singing that I love Karaoke. But I do seek to understand the expression and to dig up the history of the song and its composer. If I were a man, I would be an archeaologist, go find history in rocks and fossils.

On weekends with friends and sister (have to include sister here, because she reads my blog and would be so pissed if I just mention friends), we gather for dinner and wine. Then it’s Mạnh được yếu thua in our Karaoke competition. Hold on to your speakerphone. Because all it takes is a missed beat or off-tune, and it’ll be yanked from your hand. We (they) all sing for the love of singing. Last Friday, we sang till 4:30AM.

off to see Lust, Caution. be back soon …

Back. Last Wed, we sang and drank till 3am. Man, I don’t even recall how I moved from the front door to my bedroom. I don’t remember falling asleep. The last thing I remembered that night was T putting on his shoes. I haven’t felt that xỉn since that night with Huyền.

Tonight. Friday. The last day of the work week. I think Friday is named so, because it’s the Day that Christ got Fri-ed. Got it? Hehe. I’m catholic, so I’m OK to say that …

Tu n’as pas changé, toujours le même parfum léger, toujours le même sourire … Scent has always perplexed me. Một thóang … ngất ngây. There’s a particular perfume that always brings me back to my days in Los Angeles. And a few notes of music that run my spine cold. Like that first song on the CD I listened to this morning. Just 2 notes of piano, and I felt as if a whole sky of memory was going to open up, except that it was just feelings … I couldn’t ressurrect the memory. We’re such basic creature with a complex database of feelings, emotions, memories, and not everything can be accessed or retrieved. Thiệt là bực mình …

I digressed again. Hưng and Châu are screaming their sad love songs again. Càng yêu nhau, càng xa nhau mãi mãi. Such crap … People mix up love and lust. Love is pain. Lust is fun! I want both!