just a while ago i had a sudden urge to fly to hong kong. and if i had the money, ceteris paribus, i would really have done it. pack my bag, pick up my passport, flag a cab to the airport, and take the first flight out to hong kong. if i was rich, don't be surprised to find me missing at random times of the year. it's just me. much like her Holly Golightly in Breakfast at Tiffany's , flighty and unpredictable. any resemblance in name is purely coincidental. so maybe thats why i'm not rich and i don't have a sugar daddy; i was put on this earth for a far more important purpose than satisfying my random calls.

i remember in jc i'd wanted to do certain random things. some i actually did, but others didn't happen. i'd visualised sitting in the middle of the LT and suddenly opening an umbrella in the middle of lecture. i'd thought of riding through the main gates of school in a trishaw. sure i could afford the umbrella and the trishaw man. it wasn't a prerequisite to be rich in such cases. i just didn't have the guts.

i'm impulsively random. not so randomly impulsive. i have a feeling i'll pierce my second ear hole on a very bad day when nothing's going right. just because. so when you notice more holes in my ear, you'll know i had a rough day not too long ago.