Poof* like Coco Crunch.

It is similar to filling a bag with a hole in the bottom with beans.

It is like watching pigs fly.

It is like biting into a hollow Hello Panda biscuit with no chocolate filling.

I am so angry with It.

I hate It and I really don't want It.

But I don't know what It is.

Help.

The driving pandemic.

Since since, I have been driving. Church, school, cell and many more. In a car I do not own and would not want not want to scratch. Or bash. Or crash.

Driving has been a thrilling experience. Friends makes a humongous part of it.

• Doing a 6 point 3 point turn with Mirshal and Nicole
• Reverse parking with Shern Yang and Jon Robs.
• Re-parking with Azlin.
• Getting checked on my parking with Jonjon and Shiva.
• L parking with Sharleen.
• Nearly getting banged into with Pav and Kugi.
• Nearly banging into people with Pav and Kugi.

Of course there are those times alone.

Like getting flashed at.

Chinese New Year was awesome. The roads was so clear I could do 80km/h in usually congested Subang roads. Heck, it was USJ. The home and heart of traffic jams, the city that never sleeps with no noise pollution, honking cars and flashing lights their lullaby.

Why could it not last longer?

It's not nice being bullied on the roads and in Subang, you got to be aggressive to win the roads, or at least have a pathway to drive on.

My experience today had temporarily stripped my joy of driving alone. I just pray I don't meet him again.

Sweat it out.

For some, the driving power to run is on stamina, strategy and muscle. For me, its anger, self-created stories and a pinch of Oscar Wilde.

A long jog today with Sugar, (Okay, it wasn't too long) was sweet remedy to a what seemed like static volcano, just waiting to erupt eagerly, without anyone knowing of it. Well, maybe, some do.

Let's stop for an advertisement.

I AM A PROUD OWNER OF TWO JOGGING OUTINGS!

Now, let's head back from where we stopped.

It's quite amazing the way my body worked. After overcoming the sudden lack of oxygen, my mind overtook me and I began to write Epiphany in my head. (For all those who don't know, Epiphany was my pet project I destroyed but might just be resurrecting, soon. I hope.) From there I swayed to the beauty of nature itself that rested around me, so spry to receive the frequent footsteps that passed them, so humble and patient. Made me sick of myself.

Then there were some thoughts I won't share with you, decent readers.

Funny what you sweat out and take in, a friendly exchange between two separate bodies. Both composed of different fabrics, systems and machinery altogether and it all sums up to this, in unison, a symphony of perfect harmony, yet all that is heard is silence.

If you didn't understand what I just wrote, mind you, I blame thee naught.

Sometimes, I don't understand myself too.

All I understand and long to acknowledge is that I am looking forward to Saturday, for another poetic evening.

The truth behind MENOPAUSE.

A recent interview with (well, I 'm not going to tell you who) left me in a biscuit of wonder. Excuse the imagery, but I'm kinda hungry now.

Well, my interviewee was telling me about how women eventually don't long for sex, as they grow older. She also enlightened me on how when he gets sex, he's up and she's down, vice versa.

Only makes me think of all that adrenaline and energy teenage girls save for the 'moment' will one day be lost, never to be regenerated. Ooo... sounds , well... you fill in the blanks.

They say, blame it on menopause.

Hence, menopause: Is the time when a woman says, Men! Oh, PAUSE!

Lame, I know. Blame Rishen Nadarajan.

I love PORK

In all seriousity, (it's is a self concocted word, do not use it. Ever.), pork must be the most lovely tasting meat in the world. Look, you can roast it, grill it, put it in soup, curry it, deep fry it, and it'll all taste so darn good!

Hats off to the Chinese nation who discovered this succulent meat right down to the bone and experimented every possible way to cook them. Bah kut teh, chia su pau, siu yoke and sweet sour stir fry pork are just some of the examples of dishes worth drooling about.

Don't cry you whites! You guys did a great job too! Or else would we have ever tasted hamburgers, grilled pork ribs and roast pork with Yorkshire pudding?

One day I am going to marry a Chinese food expert. He doesn't necessarily need to be Chinese, he could be a hunky Italiano (who can cook excellent lasagna) with awesome abs to... I mean, what is better than having eye candy and stomach candy at the same time?