No particular Reasons

I just like this picture a lot.

I was in front of the very old Train Station in Bleinheim, New Zealand. it was the winter of 2006. Travelling with my Brother down south.

Every little things

I plugged in my earphone this morning while I was steppin out the door. it was usually bright at that hour already, but it was raining abit this morning. I was havin the Monday Blues. As I gently click the play button on my Ipod, the very song that I felt like listening came on. I smiled and was off for the day. feeling lucky.

After work, though a long day, me and a collegue, invited, of all the people, the Managing Director out for dinner. We didnt go to some fancy restaurant with dimmed lights. believe it or not, it was a Hawker centre. moreover, a lousy one but with good local food. of course, it was implied that the best part of having dinner with your MD was that... its free, right? we "talked cock" over dinner (a very Singaporean way of saying "chatted"). so that was fun.

Got home, saw AK's postcard from Auckland lying all flat on the table! (but the written date was 25 June 2007, AK, did you got lazy on sending the postcard out again... grin...) hehe...

for those of you who know me enough would know I have a (good? bad?) habbit of appreciating everything little things in life.weird. well, these were the little drops of contentment in my all-in-a-day's life.

enjoy!

Gathering!

the 97ers!

Good Byes

Good bye only mean something when until one day you meet again, some 2 years later, for 2 hours, followed by yet another good bye.

what long would this Good Bye last?

Exciting

But I wasnt there... was walking pass it on a cloudy Sunday afternoon after swimming.


hm....

Mom's visit to Singapore

Mom's home cook soup. THE best.

They were tryin to act cute. haha...

"Fly"

I want to grab my back pack now, fill the 60 litres of space with some clothings and jacket, grab a ticket to Berlin, rent a discounted car, and drive down from Frankfurt, to Munich, then to Rome. Along the few weeks drive, I shall meet someone, we shall share the ride, have fun inter cultural talks, appreciate the scenery, enjoy some true tuscan food, laugh at the Italy-english accent, then we shall say good bye at some point.

I shall stay in a budget backpackers by the hill some where in Italy, share cheers with em' other backpackers while having our self-made dinner, sitting out in the yard, enjoying the sun set. we will share a bottle of nice Chianti wine.

I shall drive off again the next day, after taking some mental photos of those I shared the night with, to the next european country... which I will only then decide. and then the next... and the next...

Silent ..

and it makes you wonder, what would life be without dreams?

I drifted, knowingly, in between concretes, into manipulated temperatures, into days when there are no sun lights. The momentum has set. and I follow through as if I am in vacuum.

and then, the impact. Reminding me of my purpose in life.

Silent

what do you say to people in such pain?

you shut your mouth, and you listen. I guess.