I'm currently reading this book that says "When you're looking for Mr. Perfect, don't settle for The Next Best Thing". Cause' we deserve nothing but the best.


Do you actually believe in fengshui? I don't know a lot about it. Neither am I a firm believer of it. Uncle D. was telling me that for this year, according to a geomancer, the fire element supercedes the water element. That means that disasters/diseases will befall us. Just look at this year, he said. We're only 30 days into twenty-0-seven, and several unfortunate countries have been struck with bombing incidents, flood, etc.


Cancer is so fucking evil. Now, I'm keeping the best friend's mother in my prayers.

Morrie from 'Tuesdays with Morrie' reminds me of the old man from 'The Holiday' movie. At the same time, sometimes when i read the book, the image of Uncle Donald from my workplace would spring up too. Just like Morrie, uncle Donald is the knowledgable, righteous, wise old man. And he has taught me a lot about life.


The pace has sorta slowed down since the last month. You know last year, I hardly had time for my friends. Weekdays were either spent schooling or working. Weekends were spent kayaking/windsurfing. I looked forward to rest days, but i hadn't had any. If I was lucky enough, I would have a Saturday all to myself. That cycle left me with hardly any time at all. I don't want to sound so feeble, but really, any free time I had back then, my only wish was to rest at home. But of course, I went against my own wish and went off to meet some people - those that I had neglected during the busy cycle. And now that things have been much slower, with me not going sailing, and reducing my days of work, I am going to drown myself in books and lecture notes. And just thinking about this, I can't help but to say time sure as hell flies. The time has come for us to mug again.. and I've met you for almost a year..


And on the topic of time, I can't quite believe that i'm turning 23 come november. The journey from 21 to 22 felt perfectly fine, but thinking of turning from 22 to 23 leaves me wishing for time to slow down. Just a little. I was whining with a few people just last week. But somehow, as if it was some magic, my perspective sorta changed. Twenty-three's gonna be the new twenty-one. It's still unbelievable, but since there's nothing i can do about it, I shall make the fullest out of it.


And the best friend's back from the states! I am happy! <3

... only if you trample on your own.