What is life like w/o Xiaobai?

Recently, QZ asked me how many more years do I have left with the RX8... THEN it dawned on me that I have only got less than 2.5years to go with the current COE. OMG!!! *GASP IN HORROR*

I mean, the natural plan is to export xiaobai to Malaysia and keep her as a track car but what would my next daily drive me? *gasp in more horror*

I have COMPLETELY no idea. Seriously.

I started to browse sgcarmart.

EVO10? It's my dream car after all. Then I keep xiaobai for what?

GTR? All the more I have no reason to keep xiaobai.

Rav 4? Maybe....

Suzuki Swift? Sounds like a plan but it won't deliver the same power, the same adrenaline anymore won't it?

Lotus? huh... conti meh?

Golf? errmmm... can consider.

Rx7? Wah lau.... then this one is my track car liao.. Xiaobai, keep in sg and drive as a daily car...

FD2R? *sigh* it's so sedan...

I hope I am not married by then, so that I can still continue to consider to buy a performance coupe. hahahaa.... we shall see, we shall see....

The Rat Race

You know quite often I tend to forget that I am no longer 18 and I really hate it that I am getting older. I hate the responsibilities and expectations that people have of me that comes with my age. Yes, I can be serious, mature, responsible, logical and do all the right things but that's only at work.

Outside of work, I wish people expect less of me, believe less in me and leave me alone to my own vices. I don't like to follow the crowd, I hate obeying rules/regulations, I don't like to be responsible for people. I really hate it when people orders me around.

I like to fool around, I like to talk crap all the time, I enjoy being challenged to do stupid things, I love those reckless moments where I nearly get into trouble. This is me and I wish people will accept me for me.

Around me, I see my friends getting more and more tired with age, married life and their hyperactive kids. My peers get more and more demanding with their life. A lot of people around me like to talk about those branded bags, expensive watches and $200 meals in some fancy restaurants. I can easily be such a materialistic person, be at the top of the game and live it up to everyone's expectation of me. But I don't think I will be as happy. I like having a $2 chicken rice at the noisy hawker centre, soaking in the pasar malam atmosphere, standing on the street and listening to street buskers, shouting and laughing loudly with my friends.

*sigh* The rat race has robbed a lot of my friends of their youth and spontaneity, I wish it hadn't rob yours as well.

Unwanted Attention

oh no... I hope it is not what I think it is....

3rd one...

3rd bout of bad news in 5 days. Increasingly demoralised.

I don't want to work liao... I need a drink.

Whoever thinks that money comes easy to me should be condoned to hell...I wonder how many more I can take.

Bad News...

2 pieces of bad news from work within 4 days... How many people can take this kind of "heart- dropping" moments? No worries, I am not out of job. Just that things are not smooth sailing at all.
Like how the Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs describes it best. When the physiological needs gets shaken, I am in no rights to purse anything else above it. Or rather, I lack that motivation to pursue other form of needs.

Whoever heard that one day, Sophia also needs to tighten her belt. I need  drink... 

In the Depths of the Night

When the hecticness of the day is over and all alone in darkness, all I want to is to do is to tell you...... *sigh*

Sometimes, perhaps, maybe,
Unspoken words
Unsurety
Questions not asked

Wishing, what if, hoping
Wondering thoughts
Confusion
Staring into space