Went out to have dim sum with my childhood friend Michelle yesterday. We haven't met up since the snooker session at the end of X'mas holiday. It was 2am in Hong Kong when we decided to hit the street for a crazy snooker game all the way from Kowloon, across the Victoria Harbour, on the Hong Kong Island. To my surprise, Michelle agreed to sneak out while her parents were asleep but telling me later that she's slammed the frigging door real hard before she left. We played from 2am till 6am in the morning, mind you, Jose and I had to fly back to London on the same morning at 12pm.

People (mostly friends) have been calling me "crazy" since I was able to talk and run. They refer to things that I do, say, imagine as "simply crazy". I was never offended by that phrase though, to us then, "crazy" and "cool" sort of equated... So Michelle and I just could not stop talking about the past. The crazy things that we'd do, the crazy things that we'd say, the crazy games that we'd invent, the silly (and sometimes mean) jokes that we'd make, and the low degree bullying that I sometimes led.

Being crazy, in my dictionary, means doing what I want to do no matter what. Do we grow up to stop being crazy and think of the consequences more before we carry out an action? Is that all growing up is about? Does being mature mean being responsible, in other words, to think and worry more of what we do and to control our desires and feelings?

Blessings to you all on this Holy day. Today is the day that our savior Jesus Christ was crucified so that we may all be forgiven for our sins. And on the same day, some thousands of years later, the Queen Mother of England passed away in peace.

Just found out about this blog service at www.blogger.com, and after reading some inspiring blog pages, I've decided to set up my own. Hopefully I'll be able to put up interesting things for people to read.

Have you ever been able to appreciate the beauty of nature in a city? Yesterday was unbelievably bright and cloudless here in London. It was like goodbye weather of hell, hello sunshine! As I looked out the window to check my baby MR2 as usual to make sure those bastards haven't been trying to vandalise my car again, I saw this dog-like creature wandering nearby. Out of curiosity, I put on my specs and had a look. It was actually a fox! After inpecting the area, the cool creature laid flat on the grass, relaxing and sunbathing. While I admire its beauty, a black cat came close to the fox, kneeling down, preying for something I couldn't see. As the two animals acknowledged each other's existence, they stared in doubt. For a split second, I could imagine the fox running over to the cat and biting its neck. TO MY SURPRISE, nothing happened, the fox just dozed off while the cat continued catching the butterfly. Further away on a tree, I saw a nest and some birds flying round and round. The scene just made me feel like I was out of the city in a forrest.

Before, I was never bothered to look out of the window or open it even, cuz obviously there's no point! All I would expect to see and hear would be the traffic. Slowing down and taking time to look close at the surroundings I was able to see what I least expected to see. Isn't life just the same?