Ice Cold Water. Ice Cold Wind.

It’s funny how even on the WWW I find the need to hide myself. Things to say, things to not say. Blog behind a blog. Like how you see the movie and you think – wow, lovely house. But when you go to the actual place where the move was filmed, eh maybe it was just a front. You go in, and there’s nothing.

But I just like writing. When the words flow, when they make sense. I think faster than I can speak, I prefer to let the written words do the talking.

I enjoyed those night walks after running. Okay, fact is, I’m just trying to regain the stamina back in secondary school days. I’m far from 10k even hahhaha but well. The first step is always to get out of the house. And I go out at 11, after work/extended family go home.

It’s good settling the heart down, and just walking. Just yeah. Walking. Some can testify I walk damn slow when I have the time.

I just made a new discovery: Heart. He-art. He creates. :)

He arts.