Dear Readers..

While attending this year's Ride Safe event recently, I befriended a lady rider. In the midst of our conversation, I realized that we didn't know each other's name and hence I asked her for her name. Just as I was about to mention mine, she blurted "Yeah I know who you are, because I read your blog."

Now that sent some goosebumps down my spine because I never knew that anyone other than my friends will read my blog - faithfully.

Of course that made me feel good, and allows me to experience a glimpse of how famous bloggers feel when people recognize them (haha!).

But above all, it really encourages and reassures me that I'm been blogging healthily when I receive emails from strangers regarding my blog, or msn messages from my friends to thank me about how certain entries minister to them etc. It even surprises me sometime when I meet up with long lost friends and they tell me that they read my blog too!

And so to you who is reading this with a frown and wondering why on earth would anyone like or want to read my blog, I guess you've gotta ask them yourself.

But for you who is reading this and smiling to yourself, I sincerely thank each of you for following my blog all this while. :)


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Mind Your Words

"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self." — Cyril Connolly

I remembered this quote vividly while watching a particular episode of Criminal Minds. Somehow, it stuck in my head for a while and I soon stored it into my brain's cabinet of "Quotes To Use Next Time".

So recently, I read an article about a bunch of students who broke into their school, stole a "stop" sign, and blogged about it. Here's a snippet from the article:

In their blog, the student said that he "illegally entered" his school compound last Wednesday at about 9pm.

They bragged that they were smart enough to avoid all the security cameras. That same night, they also broke into their primary school.

They also stole a 'stop' sign from the carpark of their secondary school, and moved it "far away" within the nearby housing estate.

They even took a photo with the sign, as a souvenir.

According to his blog, he and his friends also played other pranks, including lying underneath MRT seats, climbing up the escalator handrails, and onto tables at food courts.

It really makes me wonder how foolish can one get. Don't these students understand that blogs are read by anyone and everyone? Gosh. I honestly hope that this will be a valuable lesson for them, as well as a reminder for all bloggers out there to mind what we say.


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Barry Blue

I wonder if girls my age still adore cute cuddly soft toys? Because if they do, then I guess I am pretty normal then.

Anyway, here's introducing Barry Blue - my new soft toy and imaginary friend that is 90cm tall with sheepish eyes and a warm smile.

I seriously can't get my hands off him now, especially when he is so nice to hug and cuddle when it is raining outside! :)


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The Unnoticed Fly

Other than picking out the peas and corns from fried rice, or spring onions from soup noodles, I usually don't check the food I am eating.

But this morning, I happened to be a little mindful of the bread I ate for breakfast because it looked and tasted funny.

True to my gut, I paused for a moment and looked closer at my bread before I took the next bite.

Lo and behold! There was a dead fly on my bread!

Now I usually don't mind an extra boost of protein or nutrients. But from a fly? No way! :(


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The Rat Race

It has been a few days, and I've tasted a glimpse of what most of the working adults are frequently complaining about - The Rat Race.

Of course if you really love your job, then that's a different scenario altogether.

However, it's a familiar feeling for me because prior to the commencement of my studies, I've actually worked a couple of jobs and I know how the feeling of being caught in the rat race is like - Work, Eat, Sleep - and repeat.

Nonetheless, I'm not complaining because I understand that if I do, the blame would be on myself.

But we'll see how it goes from here. Either way, I'm crossing my fingers.


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