Happy in Paris

I've always wished to be swept off my feet in the most spectacular fashion. Which, to my dear friends around me is totally unrealistic n impossible to happen. E idealist side of me has always hung on the romantic idea that love should be the "we can't live without each other" type of love. So u see, i knew that eventually she would end up with mr big for all the shit they've put each other through and not the bhoody russian. It's the love and hate and the mountain high shit they have to go through before they get together and stay for good.

Tis has definately cast a small vote in my favor, telling me that things will eventually turn out ok and i'll be happy. At least now i know a have a mini fan base who will be supportive and help me realise my dream of opening my music school if i can't be singapore's diana krall and who will make sure i'll never play to an empty lounge.

For you will be always hoplessly biased. thank you