1:27am, Saturday Morning. It's been awhile since I've blogged; and a lot has happened in between I really don't know where to start. Probably where i left off would be good, so...after the mad Civic day, it was all back to the real world, and Christmas came and went, though we had a tasteful barbeque at home and my cousins from the UK came to stay over, new year's day was uneventful as well bar pre-new year's Dinty's drink fest. OK, so when everything's gone subtle and boring, another year down the belt and not many new girls on the list, comes January 3rd. Ferrari Day. It all started as a Ferrari showroom tour, and turned out to be me sitting in an Enzo Ferrari, doors closed, me pretending to be Michael Schumacher. Then it was the F360 spider, the 575M , the F50 and the 360 Challenge Stradale. Talk about overload. After hopelessly convincing myself to come down to the real world, it's back to the subtle life as I know it. One day you're sitting in an Enzo Ferrari, the next day in a Proton Saga. I know it sounds either terribly spoilt or insulting, mainly to myself, but the phrase just hit me the other day, and I just had to put it up here. Well, that aside, these days I have found doing self proposed chores around the house highly entertaining, especially if it involves ladders, air conditioners and water hoses. New year, new resolutions? Not really, as every year seems to be the same resolution of losing weight, getting a faster car and a supermodel girlfriend. Well, enough ranting, it's time to get down to business.