Hello, Lovine.com

eleven, twelve, thirteen hour days.. and it's only a wednesday- i've already covered all three. this job is awesome.

how do you manage your enterprise risk?

i need a beer. now.

i'm tired already - and the week hasn't even started yet! this'll be a long one.

i've been working on other side projects, to keep my sanity in check from the professional hamster wheel. it's a differing kind of fulfillment, when we start to create things with our own bare hands, construct widgets and what-nots from thin air. art lives outside the fax machine and the post-its. unless post its are a repository of office haiku...

as calvin once told hobbes in jest, "quick! to the bat fax!"

i don't know about the rest of you fools, but i think i've got the awesomest possumest girlfriend i can ever ever ever ask for! although i'm a sentimental cat, i'm never really cheesy unless the occasion warrants. watch out for the store!!

the faster we go, the stronger we hold on tight. to the surroundings that bind us, to the steady blur of images across. and when the last ounce of strength is lost to the wind, eyes are fast to close into the darkness. but for those that take the risk, a ride is offered on the wings of the wind to places unseen, unheard, unknown... when you let go.

i've been blogging for 38 months.
of thoughts and actions
of songs and laughter
of nothings and everythings
of the familiar smells
and the foreign chills
of a racing pounding
beat that doesn't stop
that doesn't sleep
that doesn't end.

and sometimes i fear it would all end
that the day comes when everything's too familiar
that everyday comes and nothing's a stranger
but we keep reaching farther
stretching from the unreachable depths of our toes (cmon, try it)
to climbing the horizon that never ceases
and in the littlest of things we find
that 38 months isn't enough
for a beat that doesn't stop
that doesn't sleep
that doesn't end.

one good thing about music is when it hits, you feel no pain.

i'm just around to have a good time. happy go lucky, goes i go. prowling like the curious cat, prancing like a silly monkey. i can be in nobody's background, or dancing in your front yard. great to meet silly geese, greet passer-bys, and collect good friends down the line.

so hit me with music...

sometimes we lose along the way.

turtle racing yesterday at brennan's.

i miss college!

one quiet summer night, a little boy sat on the swing of his backyard when a curious deer decided to come by and pay him a visit. from behind the iron wrought grilles, the beady little eyes glinted slyly at a delightful late night snack of local shrubbery. the boy hasn't seen much of them as he had in the past, and was pleasantly surprised by the friend's appearance.

both were sitting in the vastness of the summer night, worlds apart. yet for some reason, the boy understood the secrets of their silence. and the boy understood, the secrets of his silence. one quiet summer night. i love you miss kat :)

i sat somewhere near the front, but still couldn't read the presentation on the projector screen at work today. my glasses were somehow misplaced last week, and i always have a knack of misplaced random things. they would disappear suddenly, and mysteriously re-appear a few months afterwards as quickly as they've gone. makes you wonder if all your belongings sprouted legs and ran all over the place while you slept, drooling on your pillow.

in a depressing note, i miss the excitement and optimism of youth. wide and bright eyed at the prospect of meeting a plethora of interesting people. but lately it's disturbing to find myself scoffing at closed minds with ease. am i just inept? it's fine to express an opinion, nor is it a sin to have one, but one of my biggest pet peeves is the ability of some people to believe theirs is the world that turns correctly without batting an eyelash, precisely because their eyes remain closed. and that's still fine - until you start imposing on my ability to define my own choices through allocating false (or lack of) judgment. maybe i'm just sad that people eat meat and never vegetables, drink beer, watch ball, pay taxes and think that's all there is to look forward to in life.

fortunately, at end of the day i don't care about the rest of the world's trivial snafus when i can appreciate the sunset and know what it's like to have good uni. and the world's sweetest little hurricane, of course. ;)

i really want to grow my hair out again.

but that my friends, is a sure way of getting fired. if that happens maybe i can live under your bed.

grab the backpack and wander aimlessly into unknown train schedules, foreign tongues, mysterious cuisines. climb hills and walk through valleys, take pictures, listen to music, reach the horizon.. only to discover the next.

live with the world on your finger, the vast expanse of adventures waiting to be conquered outside of our dreams where they flutter from one place to another. the sandman sits precariously in a sifting hourglass, but the beads of sand are too small to catch as they pass through the cracks, let alone to be noticed.

somewhere, the moon shines on silent beaches. the moon smiles at all the smallest of dreams.

there must be some kind of way out of here, said the joker to the thief.

dood! i'm going to see madonna at coachella!!! how awesome is that?! SCORE!