His eyes twitches. He struggles to adjust himself in his seat. Almost instantly, he lears up and sets his gaze across the blurring landscape as the bus swiftly pulls out of the kerb. A myriad of images fills his mind. His thoughts casually drifts to abandonment. He dreams of escape and exile. A sudden pang of sorrow overcomes him. He watches as the throng of office crowd mingles by along the dusty streets. And he begins to wonder.

All this while, he'd wanted to try to make things okay. He'd wished he had more to offer. More than what was expected. Astride from the cesspool he was constantly trudging in, he sought out to better himself. He struggles to maintain an equilibrum to the normality of routine. A certain misplacement of words, a slippery exchange of inexhorbitant ideals.

Sometimes, he wonders, some things were best left unsaid, and unspoiled.

I just did a random thing and googled my name. Results produced a couple of indignous laughs. Especially the one about the sheep. And apparently I'm supposed to be good at Bridge. I discovered as well that I'm a far cry from any of the more prestigious titles my name-sakes are carrying.

I've just realised that there's nothing else to add. So much for consistency and depth. It's a Friday and I'm stuck in between decisions. Plus an overwhelming presence constantly breathing down my neck. I'd best get back to what I was previously doing.

Later.

It screws my mind to no end what goes on in my life each day. I sincerely hope that the day when I start posting pictures instead of words here doesn't come. No offence to anyone.

I felt a verbal diarrhea coming on a few moments ago. Think I lost it somewhere between a couple of episodes of HK drama serials and a bowl of Myojo 100 Ramen. Right now, what's left in in my noodle is a few ounces of guilt and a bout of horniness. (Okay that didn't entirely came out right.)

I am guilty as charged. I have been branded a "pilot". Not literally (shucks), but due to the fact that I have been putting off meetings with people I know and whom I haven't met for a while, for reasons I choose not to disclose, and for that I am ashamed.

So to all friends, pals, buddies, colleagues, I seek your forgiveness.

I know you guys will forgive me one lah. (Yeah since when!?) 'Cause you all are magnanimous and benevolent beings (Of cos la! No need say!) , and also because I ain't worth it (Now then you know ah, you-with-a-head-that-resembles-a-penis!). I'll try to make it up. I promise. (Like real ah! Wait until my grandma give birth ah?!) I know it's going to take a lot of convincing (Give each of us ang bao maybe can discuss...), I understand its our actions that defines us. (Better make it a fat ang bao.)

My life isn't as interesting or as smooth-sailing as most would expect. But I guess everyone of us has our own troubles. It isn't as easy as penning it down here would change things nor do any good. I've seen a couple of people whom I've just met through the blogosphere close their blogs down. It seems a lot of us has lived out our blogging episodes. Albeit prematurely, but I honour and treasure each one of your entries and comments. Thanks for bringing it out and keeping my sanity alive.

I'll try to write more. And I hope people will enjoy or share my thoughts with me. Be it a familiar face or just straying eyes. I welcome your comments. Thanks for being there, whether or not you were. Thanks again.