Coffeeholic's Hour

It used to be an ultimate fun carousel to me. A merry-go-round that was occupied by adults and kids; we sure had a kind captain who was in charge of the carousel's speed as well as the riders to be qualified on board. The captain believed the carousel should be a rider-powered rotating platform hence everyone should learn the discipline when being on board with others. Sometimes there were minor arguments and debate. Sometimes they held grudges against each other. But most of the times they would end the downs when another held their hands highly through a rough ride, which usually followed by heaps with laughter and riders' very own senses of humour. When I first rode on the carousel, I was so envious of being fitted in their silly jokes. Most of them were very fun riders. They guided me on the seating, how to hold the handle, trying the new stunts to ensure I had the fun when I was bored with the traditional ride. They held me up when I fell from the seating, offered me candi...

It has always been good thing for the rise of Twitter and the saturation of blogging market. When people tend to retrieve quick information from tweet, they bother not to read lengthy writing piece, hence people like me would have written with less restriction in mind. It has been a while I last updated my friends of my whereabouts. All I would say is things have been spiraling up and down in erratic mode, which I thought I could have died young if I mishandled any trifles in life. Sounds exaggerating, you think. Once I spoke to a friend about the ups and downs. You gotta understand he has known me for almost all my life, hence I could not blame him snorted at my paranoia and naivety about life and death. But this one is pretty tough for me. I had already lost someone I loved and who had loved me for more than 24 years. It was comforting to know that he actually asked about me when he had a stronger heart to do so. I thought it was, you know, a phase of life and death; time will heal t...