Hair-raising.

Alright lovelies. In case you weren't aware, yours truely is about to lop off her locks for Cancer come saturday the 16th of April. I WILL BE BALD. I am in the process of raising funds both in Canada and Singapore. The Funds here will go to the BC children's hospital and the funds in Singapore will go to Singapore Cancer Society. If you want to make a donation, let me know. For those of you in Singapore, give the money to my parents, or shoot me an e-mail.

Do it.





And henceforth, I will be silent till the 16th. Till then.

I went to church again for the first time in a couple of months. (Theatre lah.) But despite my 4 hour nap yesterday and my 7 hours of sleep last night, I was completely pooped and more skeptical/disinterested then anything else. As Grandma Fruitcake said 2 days ago: "the I AM essense is in everyone of us."

Ok... I am bored and not caring. I am sincere. I am not engaged. I am here.

I am not charmed.

Easily hidden behind my cute little girl thing that I pull out in the alienating presence of 'the other', I'm starting to feel the need to do that less.

here's the start of being real, of being behind, in front of and along side. there's nothing to worry about or to fret about.

Ywn.

Blah blah blah. I'm bored.

So yesterday I perched myself contentedly by the widow seat in Second Cup and disected econ articles on the Evils of Globalization whilst sipping my Kenya Coffee. Felicia enters my life.

I exchanged numbers with a writer-photographer grandmother who articulated my 8-month journey into metaphilosphy. She told me that we're all essentially made of light and sound, and that the I AM essense to God is found in everyone of us. She spoke of angels and spirits, of bone marrow and energy, of waves and rippling sound that courses though us and out of us. of how we connect via frequency.

That's why I spoke to you immediately. I looked into your eyes and I knew that you would be an interesting person for me to talk to.

Darn right I am.

I tried calling another lady today, also named Hannah. But her line was disconnected. Then I meet you... I don't think I'll ever see her again.

But in her, I met God.

She spoke of life in a very Bjork way.
But without God.

Oh well. Whatever. I'm at a point in my life where nothing's going to change my world.
And actually, I did step out into my mind, which really was the universe.

I'm not charmed.