CIVIC CONSCIOUS
Yesterday was a day I will remember in years to come. A day that will go down in my books as an experience. It all started with a slow morning, and not really any plans but to go down to Seri Kembangan with Ian to pick up some V-MAG mags from some office building. Once there, lunch was served at a "quite-damn-good" mamak nearby. That over and done with we proceeded to move 500 copies of the mags from the 3rd floor. Though I stole an extra 10 copies, the story of what happened to those magazines is best left for another day. After that I got a call from my cousin that he wanted me to come over and we could go snooping for some Civic EP-3 bucket seats. And so we did. But then, nothing prepared me for the ride I was about to embark on: It gave me a chance to ride in a front-seatless Civic type-R (again, another day, another story) to which I had my legs stretched out sitting in the rear, and my cousin sitting on a flower pot cum driver's seat. And all this while pushing the car like crazy way past 150km/h in the city centre. It was genuinely funny and at that moment, with bits of broken glass flying all over me , it was bliss. I never thought anything could top that. But it did: after fixing the seats in and mending the broken glass, I got to drive it. I can say without a doubt, that this has been the most fun car I have ever driven. Six gears, 200 horses, 17 in rims with japanese rubber, and to top it all off I was allowed to push it to the limit throughout Cheras highways. I would like to elaborate, but I'm rather tired. More on this soon...

LIFE ON THE NINE
3am and I had this thought the whole of today, perhaps even a bit yesterday. Everyone tells you how cats have nine lives, and that would be nice if we did. But here's the fine print: having the ability to live nine lives also means you'd naturally have to die nine times. Most people are already absolutely terrified of dying once, as if that isn't bad enough, but nine times? Think about it.

TIS' THE TIME OF THE YEAR AGAIN
Christmas is around the corner again. It's rather lovely; Mid Valley's ground floor is covered, soaked in christmas spirit you'd be rather hard edged not to give in to the lure. Good comissioning perhaps, but it really is wonderful. I can't say I've had experienced the feel of serendipity's opening scene much like I did two days ago. A week ago, I was set on playing the part of the Grinch this year, but I've been sucked into media advertising and sales hype ; helping turn all of my christmas ruining plans around. Those decorations are really appealing, though how much appeal it will have on me will have to be seen. Santa's Super Sleigh rings a bell this time of the year, and yes, this past few weeks I have become more of an island that I have been for the past year; which was bad enough really. It is holiday season perhaps. Here I am listening to U2, at 3am typing this, successfully dodging the calling of hartz a few hours ago, making a funny face.
Metal Gear aside, this island is really sapping up my precious time away, making me sit staring at top gear videos I've watched countless times, watching music videos that do nothing but make me more depressed than I already am, and the O.C. that keeps me barely sane. If I start watching any more emotional love dramas, I suppose I'd surely cry. Tis the season to be jolly? I think not.