There is no need to speak.

Its so surreal…standing at Compass Point with a can of coffee, grabbing a cigg in the morning air, looking at the just-cleared sky after a short downpour and Class 95fm chatter in the background. For a moment there…i was happy. Happy to be alive.

It felt like the old days…when i would wake up one fine morning and decide to go camping. Book a pit for $25bucks and throw a tent down, a pail and some charcoal later…i’d be writing down a story, drawing a sketch of a chair or just plain sitting on the sand listening wad the wind and waves gotta tell me. Fuck, those days were gd!

Back to Reality, I’m saddled with a full time job, My own company in the backend…love life’s a mess and i can barely fulfill my own pleasures…but still i’m grateful for the ppl i’ve managed to meet. We dun get tat many Bers , Reagans and Huiqis in my life to make it all a great big carnival everyday do we?

So why dun we just slow down, turn our eyes and realise….hey, this is it. The moment…gd ol’ moment when u remembered how nice everything used to be…and make an effort to make it feel like the gd old days? Listen to some old skool music, set urself up for a trip down old memory lane. We’ve all been hurt in the past and i’d say we have all enjoyed a gd part of it too. So put aside the perceptions, and chill….see wad you see…as it is and not wad it should be.