Was talking to a friend yesterday(will blog more about my hectic Thursday tomorrow) about the biking community when she suddenly sprang up a name out of nowhere.

I recognised the name almost immediately and I gave a high-pitched ‘Oh..’ before laughing cryptically, suggesting that I had a deeper story to share.

It was then she gave a similar laugh, and I wondered why.

Eventually, we realised that we were linked so closely all along, but have never realised.

It was gossip-trading time when we realised that we crossed paths with 2 people, who ended up together.

Hers, is a history of more than a decade, and mine, 4 years.

How quaint.

And nope, you ain’t gonna get the gist of the juicy gossips.

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Some many moons ago, I was partying at Attica, where I noticed a familiar chiselled face.

He was a younger someone who is on my MSN list, and we had chatted about biking-related subjects, and had always been curious how I really look like.

At Attica, I recognised his face.

But I didn’t approach him.

The next day, I asked if it was him. Indeed.

He had thought this girl whom he saw, was me. A girl with long, jetblack hair. After his vivid description, I laughed it off.

She, is actually an acquaintance of mine, a girlfriend of a friend of mine. Not me. I had ditched my long straight hair for months then.

For the past 2 months, I had learnt that my friend had broken up with her, when he started to message me to ask me out to catch up, and cheekily joked that he misses me.

Anyway, MSN friend thought I was trying to fool him when I denied that was me.

Eventually, I told him she is an acquaintance of mine, and it wasn’t me.

He told me he was looking at her, and she returned his gaze.

I said I even have her on my friendster if he wanna check it out that it was indeed not me.

So, I gave him the URL, and he finally relented that it wasn’t me, and suggested that perhaps he should message her and say hi after the silent exchange they had.

Imagine the absolute horror when I saw her picture as his MSN picture today.

Now, er, I know.

And I start to wonder, did I mess up a step in between?

Even if I did, I don’t think I am supposed to ‘make up’ for the mistake, am I?

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Couple of days ago, an ex-NPCC squadmate of mine messaged me on MSN, and it wasn’t quite expected cos we seldom chat online.

He suddenly asked if I know Jes, who is his colleague.

Jes is someone I am immensely jealous of, cos she got to see Jon Jonsson upclose and personal.

Jes, is actually someone I got to know of(not know personally) through Philip, and then I recognised as I was having lunch one afternoon when I was working in Tanjong Pagar.

And coincidentally, I got to know her brother through my blog, and I would never expect her to be a close friend of Yezhong.

Quaint how everything is interlink right?

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Oh, and I regretted not taking picture with Beckham’s scandal, a Spanish supermodel, who is now Sete Gibernau’s girlfriend, at the track.

We saw her more often than any other riders around the paddock, actually.

She’s gorgeous I tell you. Even without makeup, her aura is indiscreet.

She was wearing berms, tank top, slippers, makeupless, and swaggering down the stretch in a ragged, masculine way, without the flowy sashays a supermodel should have.

Those lips.

I tell you.

*Slurp*

Interestingly, I like her makeupless.

I don’t ask for much.

I just wanna have legs like hers.

I feel like hugging and smooching everyone out there.

My employment pass finally got approved after a daunting 2-year process of applying-rejecting-appealing-rejecting.

Thanks, Daddy.

When he called to inform me in the midst of my sleep, I finally mouthed the words, ‘Thank you’.

Nothing more. Nothing less.

I felt cold. I didn’t feel joy.

Called up SBB, and I was suddenly at a loss.

It’s the first step to my PR. But suddenly, am lost again.

Until when the sleepiness wore off.

I thought of the things Dad went through for the darn pass. He was cheated thousands of dollars, just because some despicable people had conned him knowing his eagerness to get it done for me, when they could actually do nothing about it.

I couldn’t stop tearing.

It’s been a long way.

Now, the first step, to the whole new world out there.

I love you Singapore. Wait for me, I will be part of you soon.

Goodbye to alternate nights of travelling.

Mum wouldn’t be too happy cos that probably mean I would see her only once or twice a year, for a day, since I am too lazy to travel.

Trust me, that happened when I was working in Singapore.

I am just too thrilled. So surreal.

Long way, baby.

Had wanted to compose this post with only a sentence.

But sheesh! SBB predicted correctly, it went on longer than that.

I love you guys who have been there praying for me, or have been giving me hope all these while.

It’s now, yet another stage of waiting.