what's so wrong with us?

i don't know. it's one of life's insolvable mysteries like poverty and world peace that i refuse to seriously delve into. but it's at the back of my head and the tip of my tongue all the time.

same place, same time

whats up.

naught.

whats new.

naught.

whats happening.

naught.

what!?

what?

2046 or 2010?

I think as far as numbers go, 2010 is far more poetic. That is also the year I have to be in that city- which is both real and phantasmagoric at the same time. A city that stuns with its reality and inspires flights far beyond the imaginable.

People, places and circumstance; stories, settings and chance all fall into one place here. Everything is simultaneous and everything is possible.

Humans are dwarfed by the architecture, and it tells stories of a gazillion kind. Endeavour is dwarfed by ambition; and the skyscrapers are testimony.

By that kind of ambition and a city that can inspire it, I am humbled. I understand why anyone would want to romance it.

So 2010 is the year. And of WKW I am truly envious

weekend with wkw

cannot wait lah! enough excitement orredi what. so the plan is to shop shop shop, eat eat eat and drink only...

but have to get up at 4 to reach airport...so stupid one...CANNOT!

good thing we can makan early in the morning and then sleep with mouth open in the flight...