Dear Santa,

I am a little tired of having to trudge through the streets with an umbrella in tow. Or listening to the sounds of the wipers when I am driving. I am also a little bleary from trying to focus through the water curtains. My laundry simply won't dry, my floor feels damp all the time and my knee aches from all the moisture.

I had to countdown in a plane because my flight back home was delayed due to continuous showers. The only one I could wish merry christmas at clock strike was a grumpy young chap who was engrossed in his in-flight movie, or the screaming baby at the cot. Otherwise I have to fall asleep to wish my neighbours in their dreams.

I know having the rain is kinda romantic, but I wish to date the sun once a while.

I finally came back from my overseas trip to Hong Kong and China.

I love the vibes everytime I am at Hong Kong. Even though my recent stint is only for a few hours, and I hardly went to the city. The thought of being in Hong Kong is exciting enough. I love busy streets, the roadside hawkers. The picture of dilapidated buildings rubbing shoulders with modernistic ones never fails to amuse me; how the old and new could co-exist on a small plot of land. I like the food, the language, the people. It gives people a sense that there are plenty of opportunities in Hong Kong.

I am very amused at how all the shops could be crammed in a district, selling the same thing. Everyone seems perfectly contented that they are selling the same thing as the person next door, and the door after, and the following door... There is no product differentiation. I was confused on which shop to go. Having heard about the predatory instincts of the Chinese, I decided to adopt the "go for the honest looking attendant approach". Even then, I was told that I still overpaid for most products. Bleah...

The efficacy of the Chinese people impressed me. I remember seeing a building in cement and steel during a recent trip to Guangzhou. Now I find the building operating in full swing, with most of the shop spaces occupied! Midwivery of a building in just a mere span of three months!!! No wonder China have been the buzz word on the mouths of people... The pace of growth was simply amazing.

Looks like keeping that competitive edge is a little harder than it used to be.

I need to rest from all the walking during the last trip. I could feel the blisters now.

I have been bitching about being alone for the longest time.

Yet everytime love knocks on the door, I get all jittery and take flight.

There is something as being too nice after all.

It feels nice to know that I am still lovable, but I just can't reciprocate.

Now, I don't know how to reply the sender. I feel all guilty about it.

I am not ready to accept love. I am not ready to love.

You know it is chirstmas when:

1. Orchard road starts to light up in their fantastic best, only to make me feel like deepavali
2. buildings start to dress themselves up
3. it takes an hour to drive from Orchard to Plaza Singapura
4. your workplace seems to be dominated by spirits more than people, bulgeoning proportions of co-workers calling in sick
5. wish well cards start finding their way into the mailbox

Somehow it just don't feel so christmasy this year. Maybe cos Santa's been putting coal in my stocking.

Santa, I have been a good boy this year.

yay...

My new washing machine is here. Together with the iron and ironing board. My home finally have everything it needs.

Doing housework was never my forte. But hey presto, the electronic wonders of the modern times are simply cool. I am not looking forward to pressing out the linen creases though. :(

I am just waiting for the day when I can get a robot that cleans up the room at the push of a button.

I haven't spent time in the bookstore for a long time.

I missed the days of leafing through the latest prints on the shelf. Trying to figure which will be a good read to take me through the days in solitude. I remember how I used to just want to read in my younger days, missing hours of sleep just to live the life of the hero in the novel. I am sure that my failing eyesight had something to do with the inane pasttime. Yet somehow the passion to read never quite burn anymore since joining the workforce. The steady gait and the mounting stresses have killed the desire to enjoy a good literature.

I finally got to relived the inane act of wandering through the heaps of paperbacks this evening. Looking at the multitudes of titles on the shelves, I felt the joy of being lost in the world of words. My wandering eyes found rest on . Not too sure why the title caught my attention.

The book now lies on my bed. :)

The year is drawing to the close soon..

So soon... Soon enough for me to realise that I haven't achieved anything significant.

Procrestination has latched on to my life, and there seems no way to shake it off. I wish fervently that I could find drive for life. Yet I couldn't. I watch the days go by, gripe about my unhappiness but never do anything about it.

I shouldn't be making anymore resolutions next year. I know that I am not going to fulfil them anyway. I will only feel sad about not making them.

Life is such a bitch