July 14th, 2009

Subject: Mindless #1 Time: 12:58 am

"Is the bicycle a want or a need?" "Both. More of a want. Is this accusation that i am vain and shallow about bicycles a need? Or a want?" "..." "Okay we are friends i don't need you to answer that." I fell asleep last night at the desk. In my dream i was a CNN anchor presenting a special report on cinemas in Turkey. This morning i woke up to find i am still working for a client from hell. Now i feel i can deal with any fucked-up and irritating difficult person, in respect to work (will cut this person out of my life if professionalism is not necessary in our relationship). Everyday is a learning experience if you let it not get you down. Externalise! Couldn't have survived if not for my mum and goood friends for keeping me sane. Bicycles above are from Muji and Mini Cooper (both staring with alphabet M. mindless indeed.), neither of which are really economically viable considering the current plans. Rationally, the stairs leading to the house doesn't make bicycles a good purchase either. But baskets are so useful perhaps it adds on to the pros of getting a new bicycle (note: all our previous bicycles were either stolen or lost, or were left rusting since no one likes to lug the monsters up 3 flights of stairs). 1.22am. Time for some sleep.

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July 9th, 2009

Subject: 給冥王星 Time: 02:13 pm

最後一次見到你的路口，我現在才明白那原來是一條河，或是一道地層下陷， 從那裡開始時間有了不停的轉速，我們再也不站立在同一個地面了， 從軌道最靠近交錯的那一點，逸出朝向全然不同的宇宙。 This one's for you, for the phone i left silent, in no vibration mode, and unanswered for the past 24 hours. This one is also for pluto.

June 28th, 2009

Tags: friends Subject: 藥味太濃 藥褒太重 Time: 10:57 pm

The last couple of years i am slowly learning how others feel when they are disconsolate. A few weeks back i walked off before a game crying (note: the tears had nothing to do with balls). Of course being me, i didn't have the guts to show anyone my wimpiness. I ran off. Aside from my unusual habits emotionally, my anatomy is just as regressive. I used to be very very healthy yet 2009 hasn't been extremely kind: short getaway at the hospital, a ear and throat infection, a forever-bad-leg, this dumb ass fever. Picture is from Waikiki this year. Gangster here got me out of three shitholes this year. Once is chance, twice is lucky a coincidence. Three times? We call it friendship. Thank you S. Your long-winded emails and unwavering warmth is better than lottery.