Time flies. Literally. I just saw it cross my window, zipping by in a frenzy of gray and blue. It didn't even have time to look my way. Quite a pity indeed, because if the whole world were to vote on having 48 hour days or staying with 24, I'd be the first to vote for the former. With both hands up. Then again, if we all lived in a 48 hour day, would we want more? Curious point.

Anyhow, I met Jahan yesterday at Champs-Elysees, my good friend from 4 years ago when I was in Tokyo at St. Mary's International. He's in Singapore now, after moving out from Tokyo a year after I left. Its quite nice to catch up a bit on Time, even when the only breath that it gave up was a mere half an hour. Worth it all the same. It would be rather pointless to relate the conversation word for word, but it concerned school and life and all, and how the future lies still hazy as ever. I'm quite frankly getting worried about what I plan to become, although lately becoming a journalist has a bit of fancy with me. Truthfully, I wasn't born to become a scientist, but rather an amateur radio/wireless hobbyist. I'm bouncing up and down when it comes to radios and hams and stuff. (No, not the ham in your refridgerator my friends). I definitely want a big radio transmitter and licence one day. Maybe my Gmail sales will contribute towards them... never know.

Oh there's Time again, zipping the other way. Gotta run.

Written on Friday, July 2 at 8:48 PM