Light at the end of the Tunnel

I think the ride has just about come to an end. Certain stuff that should never been said have been said and certain actions which should never been done have been done. Perhaps its time to let go and let the healing begin. Let's not make this a cyclical episode every festive season... On the lighter side of things, I am glad for the people that have been around for me during this rather un-festive season. Thanks for making things much better and thanks for just being there. To the rest of the world which just went by... oh well what I can I say... I think I have had a long enough break anyway... 

Waning Interest

Its dying...

Fantasies

Diamond Dealer. Coffee Trader. Investment Banker. Entrepreneur. Club Owner. Car Dealer. Computer Hacker. I sure as hell don't see any of these listed under the "Job Prospects for Shit-Arse Smart University Graduates" list. I am going to learn and do the things that matter from now on. 

Why be a lawyer when you can hire ten, be a doctor when you can shape the way future hospitals work or be an engineer when you can own a hotel... I am have always been a dreamer... always... then I started to be a talker... now to be a believer and more importantly by my next entry.... a do-er... Merry Christmas to all. 

Reality Check

When things start to take a turn for the worst, they have a way of just synching themselves so that one disaster after the next hits you consecutively.... But I am pretty sure this episode's about over for me. Despite the terrible times, the great company and advice I got and received (at the most awkward of hours too... my apologies) showed me the meaning behind good friendship and comradely. I sincerely hope that I could be half a good a friend you all were to me over the last week. I am not too happy with how my life is going till now but I am more than ready to get up and do something about it... desperate times call for desperate measures... so I should be in for a rather good time :)

There was a good article in today's TODAY... I'll quote it once I get my hands on the online copy... and yes Caramel Macchiato is a welcome change from Green Tea Frappachino... 

Gone

I don't think I want to carry on anymore. I am just so screwed up, I can't focus anymore. I am calling it quits. On everything. 

Walk on

Love songs (especially those that echo every Wednesday @ Jiak Kim Street) often tell of how one falls in and out of love in 3 minutes. Definitely a lesson for the uninitiated. 

One Word

One Word was all it took. Thanks :)

On a lighter note... we do have some of the crappiest bloggers (personal opinion) on the net. Gross...

Complications

I thought I could read the signs. Turns out I just can't seem to interpret you half the time. Don't let this leap of faith be in vain.

Whispering my goodbyes, waiting for the train...

I honestly did not know what to expect at this year's Zoukout. Before purchasing the tickets, I did ask those who went last year about their experience. Some hated it, some loved it, some thought that clubbing in beach attire over 12 hours (and paying a huge sum of money for lack of air-conditioning and sand in your shoes/sandals) was a little over-rated. With those feedback in mind, one could say I was without expectations. 

Now that I have "Zouked" out by the beach, I can say with 95 percent confidence that the experience was indeed a memorable one. The larger space more than made up for the other discomforts. The music was great and the crowd... wilder than those encountered on a typical Wednesday night. Binge-drinking, Mindless grinding and Indiscriminate jumping about was the name of the game last night. The Mambo segment from 2245 to 0230 was definitely the highlight of the night for me... (What else did you expect). My biggest regret was not cam-whoring during this year's Zoukout... and booking a room... and securing better ticketing prices... and... and... haha the list goes on I guess. Thanks to Aldrich, Dexter, Joshua and YL for the excellent company last night :) 

Planning is the key to avoiding the Nasty shock of failures

Two Holidays, One Ironman race, One half-ironman race, one wild weekend out and renovation stuff. So much stuff to do... so little time... well... busy is good I guess...