I will upload photos later, if I'd gotten the time and rhyme.

KC said I was faster to reach mukah head light house this time around. I thought he was slower and was taking deep breath. MH wasn’t there for the third placing this time around. And it wasn’t the same guard that was guarding the light house this time around. Yeah, we talk about this, this time around. The visitor book was ironically still there.

We killed a few fish that bottled in a 100+ bottle and left on the beach to anticipate us coming down from the light house. Rearing fish might be sorrowful.

I saw something that can really reshape a person. She was an elegantly independent lady. Elegant still, unexpectedly fallen into. Just, wow. You know what it is. All my sincere wishes.

Two kids were playing Chinese chess in the hawker center. Chinese new years song was a pleasing fusion with the wind that blew through the pirated VCD stall where a young man with artificial blonde hair answering me that that Babel VCD was still a cinema version. Sorry I just couldn’t wait. But wait, I didn’t buy. That weak apology is just for the intention.

I played an old mp3 CD in the car. It's Norah Jones. I copied from TN. I think she copied from PL.

Last couple of weeks or may be months was a fling of all sentiments and numbness. It was supposed to be like that. Everything comes to a happy ending in a few months and I duly anticipate that.

I dreamt of Smurfs a few days ago I think, after vaguely peeping into a mini-tv in a car in front of me catching some blue figures of cartoons. Then I thought of old tv shows. Full house, HVD series, A million-dollar chance of a lifetime, Win, Lose or Draw, and many more. You tell me. Then you think of the people you watched them with, the place you watched them, the time you watched them, the dinners and lunches you missed when you watched them and much more. You tell yourself what you have forgotten and what you shouldn’t have forgotten.

Desperate housewives season three was too made-up. But it was still as good as Grey’s Anatomy (note, not Gray’s) and Lost and Prison Break in coming to you when you feel like watching series I guess. They are all series.

It’s a Saturday late night. Serena slammed Sharapova. I hope Gonzalez slam Federer tomorrow.

Too many things I want to write about since my last write. I wanted to write about how suffering Sierra Leonese in the movie are, about my new cubical, about my slightly hurt ankle from squash that needs ankle guard, about new people I met, about how many trips I made to the mall a stone’s throw away, and about the jhumpa lahiri’s book I read. But they are just not really worthwhile to mention too much.

Yeah, I meant it.

BE form is here. Better work hard to worry about the form next year.