Saturday, January 12, 2008


is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results.

Something was not right. I just couldn't figure it out. It should flow naturally, but it just wasn't... flowing.

And then...

At 3.41am...


I'm not too bad at pool. I even have a tournament bronze medal on my shelf from 10 years ago, but when I started picking up the cue again, the balls weren't going where they were supposed to go. I was getting beaten by practically everyone. Including when I was playing against myself.

What was I doing wrong? What was missing?

It's like that dish that seemed perfect but lacking one crucial ingredient (salt).

It's like the most wonderful love letter ever written that would never arrive (stamp).

It's like one of your favourite sitcoms from which you can't remember the name of the main actress (Justine Bateman).

And then, that eureka moment.

Chin on cue.

That was it!

And the balls began flying into the pockets like it were their ancestral homes...


I wonder what other stuff I'm doing are missing their crucial ingredients...

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Don't count the days...

make the days count.

sometimes blue
sometimes grey
sometimes both