Leaving again, on a jet plane...

Leaving for HK this time.
Short trip, will be back just in time for Xmas eve.
Don't miss me.

Goodbye, goodbye.
The goodbyes remained unsaid.

The road, the drive, and the music...

Vroom.
Vroom.
Vroom.
Counted 3, no wait, vroom again, 4 cars speeding past me.
Driving back again, alone again.
Alone in the midst of all these traffic?
Ironic.

Gotten used to it?
I suppose.
Though I did mention in passing to Jamesy that sometimes it feels good to have to rush home when you know someone's waiting for you.
But that was a long, long time ago.
Kinda enjoyed these rides sometimes.
Plus I'm never 'alone' in the car.
Sometimes there's Jay, sometimes there's Gary.
When I need some cheering up, there's always Jolin or Stefanie.
Oh, The Frays, Melee and the Artic Monkeys dropped by too.
Timbaland and Timberlake, they always help to keep me stay awake.
See, I'm not as lonely as you think.
Plus there'll always be times, be some roads, that triggers off an avalanche of memories.
Roads somewhere along KJE, along the CTE, and along this narrow 2 way road with a parked Beetle by the side.
It'll be quite hard for me to fall asleep in any case.
Not even when I'm home.
Like now.

The Sunday ago...

The weather was so different then.
Last sunday was sunny, unlike yesterday, today and the day before.
So what was I doing last sunday?
This:I was at the 'Greatest Race on Earth'.
As a spectator though, I'm not that healthy/committed/insane.

So what was I doing there?
To give moral support to these shagged runners:

Xw da Veggie Monster, who was so shagged he didn't care about sitting next to a rubbish bag.

Yz da Snake, with his so, so shagged face.
PS: Lady Boss you not included cos you didn't look shagged at all, plus this picture all Yz's fault. He blocked you.

Berd da Anaconda, who was so shagged he kept looking at the grass and grinning to himself. For no reason.

Some highlights of the day:

They who finished the race, but was bound here by honour to wait for the last man racing, Berd.
And yes Yz, the way you holding the balloon thingy quite the erm, suggestive.

And there he is, finally.
How can you miss someone whose attire is like that?!?!
No worries, he did wore a pair of shorts, just that it was too short.

That was roughly the time Berd took to finish the whole damn thing.
Around 8 hours on the clock.

1 happy gal, 3 very shagged guys.

A better picture this time.

Damn, makes me wanna go run a marathon next year.
Should I?

Wildfire...

Some things just become uncontrollable,
like fire.
I wasn't the firestarter,
but I provided the fuel.
So I'm not entirely blameless afterall.
But thanks bitch, for the warning on the extent of the damage,
my projections didn't extend to this level.
My bad.
Guess the next course of action pretty clear.
Stop. All actions.
Let the fire die out.
End game.