It's about time for entry. Met Gajan for a drink yesterday afternoon, and the 3/4 of foursome watched Taken in the absence of Jovan Peh Ching Hui, although he's back from Germany without getting quarantined. Shit. Taken is worth the weekend ticket. After I've enlisted into national service, the calendar has become something I look at every now and then, reading, counting, and pondering. I never had the habit of keeping track of dates, but when you have an end to look forward to, counting down the dayS, weekS, and monthS becomes a daily ritual. The number today is   433 / 63 / 14. Things are cool and cozy in my cave.. I feel like I'm back on my planet. I'm back to having night runs on certain days a week. My Dad's place is not a bad place to run. I decided to pick up guitar too, or maybe ukelele. I want to just try, have always wanted to be slightly more musically inclined and play something. I still want to be backpacking across Europe and America when I'm 23, taking pictures, meeting people, experiencing different cultures, take more pictures, and hopefully be playing songs on my guitar and singing on my hotel balcony ...I'm getting too far, I'll probably be complained and thrown out of the hotel for being too horribly a noise pollutant right, Poo? I've got your latest (and yet another blue) postcard. When we're young we have dreams, but as we grow older things become more realistic, and as we have more commitments, we lose the simplest meaning or purpose in living. I have the closest people around me working everyday, and all they do is work everyday. Right now I think nobody should be living a sad life like that, but perhaps when I have my own family, providing for them becomes the 'simplest meaning' and purpose of my existence. But I don't want to live only an ordinary life. I still haven't gotten myself a vintage dutch bike, the mini tricycle from Muji, a guitar, and I'm thinking of getting Jingthebimbodog a plushie kennel as her home so she no longer have to hide below chairs, tables and my grandma's bed. Here's proof that she's still alive and licking. I'm obsessed with running. I ran 7km last night. and I'm still obsessed with Megan Joy. and I can't wait to see Megan Foxx in Transformers. Why are all Megans so hot. I'm infatuated with Marion Cotillard too. My daughter's name will start with M too (if my future wife agrees). You really have to watch Megan Joy doing Black Horse and the Cherry Tree, Put Your Records On, Rockin' Robin, and Walking After Midnight. We celebrated Naing's 21st at my auntie's place three weeks back. The two on the left hand side were there in spirit. I added a few links on the left column, including this one below. and I've posted Paris series on my livejournal after another long hiatus. Go check it out.