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23rd May 2008

Putting the finishing touch to this year's biggest game, Grand Theft Auto IV, at 6.a.m. in the morning; after an(other one of those) all-night game sessions and a clocked playtime of 40 hours; only to look back and realize that "biggest" was a more-than-fitting term, yet hardly as flawless as touted by critics worldwide.

Reeling in shock of watching David Cook unexpectedly, but much deservingly, being crowned the all-new American Idol with the rest of the world at 10.a.m., after a 2-hour simulcast from the US.

Catching 8-hours of *ahem* ample rest from 11.a.m. to 7.p.m. as an excuse of escaping the daylight and the heat that it brings, further reinforcing my much heralded ""Vampire" moniker.

Taking a slow drive down to her humble abode in time for some company over a TV-dinner of the re-run of the morning's results show.

Speeding down to town for the 1.a.m. slot to discover that the latest Indiana Jones flick very much lived up to its legendary legacy.

Taking a slow walk down the uncharacteristically-deserted streets of Orchard Road to the sound of chirping nocturnal birds and the occasional sound of a passing motor; only to arrive at a familiar midnight-refuge in the name of satisfying a particular sweet-tooth craving over 5 scoops of Ice-cream at 4.a.m..

Chatting about the childhood memories of the all-too-familiar Big Breakfast and Sausage McMuffins until it materializes itself into an extremely-early breakfast at the neighbourhood McDonald's at 5.a.m.

Lying on the bed at 6.a.m. with arms entangled, and eyes staring at the ceiling, as thoughts of the day drift further and further away.......

It's simply amazing what one can accomplish in a matter of 24-hours, given the right motivation, the best company, a little cash and a little car.

It's even more amazing how much one can do on a mere Thursday, when the whole world is still running circles around the clock to put in their 8-hours worth whilst narrowing down the count towards the weekend.

It's simply amazing how much freedom one can have when released from the shackles of obligations, contracts and formalities.

The freedom to resume the Ways of the Vampire, to savour the tranquility and the serenity of the night, while the whole world lies in preparation for the next sunrise.

The freedom to shy away from the daylight, and sleep through the hustle and bustle of the world passing by around you.

The freedom to march at the beat of your own drum and ignore the "days" and the "ends" in the "week," making time an irrelvant factor and opening up dimensions of familiar places or activities.

The freedom to go where the wind, your stomach and your heart take you; to be able to gratify the wimps and the fancies almost instantaneously.

Such a freedom has been, and still is, too scare a luxury since I started being officially tied to the term commonly known as "work." No matter how fulfilling and rewarding it is, or used to be, at least; there are /were times when I simply longed for a life without shackles, one in which I can be entertained to death the night before, rest in peace with an exhausted smile on my face, and arise to the lyrics in my head that tells me that the following day is going to be the same old song and dance all over again.

Too long, I've yearned for this freedom, and after too long, I've finally gotten it. Perhaps "unemployment" in this sense isn't as "scary" as people make it out to be.


Yet, Time can only stand still for so long before Reality kicks in, playing her cruel hand to have me spinning along with the rest of the world again. Afterall, Reality demands that we all need to earn our keep as a right to feed ourselves, and I am no exception to this rule.

Regardless, an occasional oasis of escapism is always much-needed (and appreciated) from time to time in order to catch a breather in the spaces between the ever-advancing wheels of Reality. Afterall, as the old saying goes, "More haste, less speed."

..........Anyway the Wind Blows, Doesn't really matter to me.