In the words of Adam Sandler, "You could be opening up a can of whoop-ass!"

There is a reason why some people in my past did not make it to the present. I need to try and remember that while I forget your question.

Nobody fancies an open can of worms.

I think of all the lies you’ve ever told, that line you said at Gloria Jeans, you know, the one where you actually looked right through me and lied, rather effortlessly over coffee. That is STILL my favourite.

U got me there.

Onto the road less-travelled.

Thunderstorm outside my window makes me crave for a sunnier, warmer climate. On a crazy instance, I just booked a round ticket to Ho Chi Minh City for Feb. I miss travelling solo and come Feb, I think I’ll be on the streets of Ho Chi Minh drinking Vietnamese coffee. Alone. I wonder if they have Equal sugar there.

PS: The good people at Jet Star Asia are dangling their outrageously low air fares in my face. And now I am contemplating Medan in Mar, Denpasar in July and Phnom Penh in Aug. Now tell me, what are the possibilities of getting an extra 2 month’s bonus by the kind, kind people at Public Service Division (PSD) for xmas? And maybe as an act of goodwill those beautiful and amazing people up there at PSD might want to consider increasing my annual leave to say, 45 days? :p

Addendum: As soon as I hit Publish, I realized my MBA programme rear its ugly busy head in Mar and hence it only means that the closest I'll ever get to Indonesia is Batam and the closest I'll get to Phnom Penh? That cute drink seller at work who hails from humble Kampuchea.

PPS: In the world of borderless and limitless information, I just found out that a 9-hours bus ride from Ho Chi Minh City to Phnom Penh cost less than the price of a decent pair of t-shirt bra. Cambodia, I'll see you this Feb.

"She looks like the real thing. She tastes like the real thing. My fake plastic love." (Radiohead)

I think it is time to get back to the basics and remember that square pegs and round holes, they don’t fit. The only way to make it fit is by cutting corners which will then result in one piece being significantly smaller than the other. By then, of course, it is no longer equal.

No wait, I think I knew that already. And I think I have already dispensed that advice to some of my rather discerning albeit unsuspecting girlfriends. So why again do I need HBO’s infamous movie re-runs to remind me of things that I am supposedly already a genius at? And why do every single god damn bloody thing be so uncannily memorable to that one-shot-in-the-dark-chance-at l-o-v-e, which may I again remind myself, it was a possibility I refuse to acknowledge.

A possibility... possibilities.... was there ever?

And you give yourself away

As I complete the rituals of putting an end to yet another episode in matters pertaining directly to that beat box on left side of the chest, I realized no 2 experience was ever the same. Sure the similarities uncanny. The beginning seems scripted and edited by the same asswipe whom I must’ve owed a finger and a tooth to, in my previous incarnations as anything resembling human. But it is where the full stop lands that segregates each instalment. It is the most-times painful au revoir and “wishing you success in all your undertakings” that uniquely delivers the lesson and message each relationship entails. No 2 men are alike. No 2 love are comparable. And no 2 goodbyes are identical.

Cause closures do not, at all times, signify an ending. It might just be the start.

With or without you

On a bed of nails, he makes me wait.

"Now remember, I do my best work when I'm being worshiped as a god." - Johnny Bravo

The opposite of love is... when he calls, you choose to continue watching Johnny Bravo.