Skyport Hosted on Zooomr

Dig the space shuttle ceilings, thumbs down for the drab arrival hall. And sealing off transit and checked in areas to the public? So not cool.

It seems 2008 has decided to give me an early chomp on my ass. Dog came down with a serious ailment and had to be sent to the pet. PC crashed and a reformat had to be done (Being the brilliant and far-sighted IT Consultant that I am, I don't do backups). And a close colleague has tendered his resignation. Bloody fantastic.

The Night Outside Hosted on Zooomr

They've strung up lights on the trees lining the road outside my place. Have been meaning to take a picture since Christmas but didn't get around to it until tonight. The road feeds off the PIE and is usually bustling until the witching hour, with the occasional roaring engine and maniacal laughter ringing out in the dead of the night.

There's no lullaby in the world quite like the one composed with the music of night traffic.

There are times when the world around you slows and the earth perches motionless on its axis, when the universe seems to be holding its breath and the hushed air is ripe with promise. In that fraction of an instant, you see with perfect clarity of how the future can be, perhaps will be. You stop to dream, so that it may sustain you long after the world finally exhales, a clarion call over the mundane.

Boy, looking back at my post history, I took a six-month sabbatical from casual blogging, and probably a one year break from regular blogging. Tracking the post frequency, I can pinpoint when the slacking off began: right after I finished school. It's funny how you swear to yourself when you're 16 that you won't be another one of those cubicle warriors. Fast forward ten years down the road (god I'm old) and guess what? Surprise!

First it was a brief stint as an intern (which seriously sucked). Then it was the Hong Kong attachment, which was quite the experience. Next came approximately one year of work in a local project team. At times, this project made the black hole that is the Hong Kong project seem like a friendly purple dinosaur named Barney. In between transitory periods of insanity, moving from eye to eye of multiple storms, I've re-experienced army life, gone vacationing in China, bought a HDB flat, gotten engaged to the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with, returned to church, ushered in the new year from a location unimaginable just a year ago.

So, what's next? So many dreams, so many hopes, so many wants, so little time. Write more, practice playing the piano, go on a city excursion with a camera, take a road trip, see the sun set in Greece, make that scallop dish from No Reservations, outlive the current project, replicate the citrus dressing from Checkers, learn to dance (try anyway), refamiliarize myself with the good book, aimlessly traipse down a busy street with her, get something resembling a figure, connect more with the family, meet the gang for a karaoke session, visit Tibet and see Lhasa from behind the viewfinder, tune up this old PC, sit in the sun with the dog.

May 2008 be the start of it all for everybody. Happy new year.