Thank you for the honesty.

Live and let go.


The first times were the best.


Lyrics from a song that was sung to me, which at the precise moment, everything made sense to me.
How i shouldn't be waiting about telling how i feel. How God choose to let me listen to that song for me to understand that what was should never be revisited. At least i got the closure i needed.


I think, therefore I am.


Here's a sneak peak at a grotesquely late Pioneer Jan magazine which results in me writing this post in office at 7.35pm on a wednesday night in office. =).

What a blast!

I spent a harrowing wind blasting trip back home from Kervin's Father and Son bbq bdae bash. Shouzi's motorcycle ride was freezing yet fun. With a touch of nervousness, i clambered on top of the pillion seat only to hear that he hadn't pillion anyone yet on this bike.

Mind you. This was my second time on a bike, the first being a harmless 10 minute ride to Tp central. You can imagine the amount of anxiety.

But i made it, though nearly frozen at the end of the 90 km/h ride through CTE and narrowly missing a taxi driven by a old man.

Rides like these really make you feel alive. Everything matters when you are riding down a road at 90km/h with no thin metal around you.

I still love my car though.

Patience Alvin. Patience.

My mum will make me suffer a multiple heart attack some day I swear.

That's if I don't cause her one first.

Till then, I am forced to direct my anger towards more softer objects that happen to be lying on my bed.

I need my own space, pad, loft, house.

Some day.

Little things we laugh at.

Awakening.

Coffee Prince really made me cry.

And smile.

Pfft.

Honey. I lost something.

I lost part of something.

It was never important but full of value.
It was never colourful but lights up expotentially.
It was never noisy but wonderful in silence.
It was never there but there underneath.

Where has it gone.

Oh the horror.

i abhor rats. I do. They rank like #1 on my hate-list, followed by "sudden appearences of roaches" and "giant lizards". Remy was cute. I don't deny that. But even if you offer me $50 000 to lie in a tank swarming with them, i will spit at your face and walk away.

So imagine my horror when i discover one scaling the heights on top of the bus stop.

I have this thing when i wait for buses. I look around. At people, trees, sky, whatever that catches my eye. *Babies are particular fun!*

The bus stop was connected to a sheltered walkway. Thus, a small ledge hidden from sight was where i saw Remy. He nonchalantly crossed a *i can see your damn tail curling around in full plain sight* metal fixture to his hidey hole. I suddenly felt really concious of what was above me, much less the sitting area at the stop. As i ducked and craned my neck to spot Remy, the uncle behind me must be thinking strange thoughts about me.

Gross.


This has no particular relation to the post. But i burst out laughing on the bus amidst stares.

My friend is globally iconic!

The new vision.

What have i been doing all my life.

Happy 08.

Happy 08 people.

I spent a quiet evening learning Assasin's creed with my stuffed-up nose sister.

I wasn't feeling rather festive actually. Just me and my cup of earl grey will do just fine.

Happy new year.

ORD lo! =D