kevin365

I had a good time last night at Zsofi Tapas Bar with my new found friends, my wife and Ellery. It comes to no surprise that I enjoy doing the whole social thing, it was something I’ve always wanted to do since there was IRC. Meeting new people and making new friends, keeping them, it is all intrinsic and integral to my being.

Twitter has become the new IRC. Amazing has quickly people get together over common interests. At first it was over beer and then it was over photography. So much interest was generated, that the media picked it up. There will be more, I promise. In fact, something is in the pipeline.

I had a brief moment to talk El last night; he sent me a worrying sms earlier that day with regards to Jay. He dropped the bombshell, and apparently they are in a bit of a spot. Details of which I shouldn’t share but all I can say is: what the hell went wrong? But honestly, I wasn’t all that surprised. Shocked, yes. Surprised, partly. Is it due to her age perhaps? She is just turning 23.

I hope that all will be well and that is just another bad dream.

It was not too long ago when I had to buried our last boy, Carrots. The other boy, Corn, Carrot’s son, died a month prior.

I am quite sure that no matter how big or small your pet is, there is always a sense of loss felt when they die. Seriously, I felt sad. They are small yet somewhat affectionate characters. A lot of fun to have around. It took me a while to actually clean up and put away the empty cage.

Well, it so happened that we were at Great World City yesterday. As with our usual habit with us and Great World, we would always make a quick trip upstairs to the pet shop. There they were, in a tank on the bottom shelf were 3 small baby Syrian Hamsters.

They looked too adorable to ignore and the wife looked and me asked if I wanted one. Somehow I knew she wanted another boy to replace the ones we just lost. I nodded. Honestly, I was a little hesitant at first, but no one can deny the boy we picked had such a cute face. We bought him and brought him home.

There you go, that’s how we got Michael. If Peas, the old girl, is still around, we might just mate them.

4th of July, as I remember, was the day I received Christ and believed the gospel at New Creation Church. The year was 1999. So that was my independence day; free from the wages of sin.

Ten years on, here I am. A little wiser and a whole lot happier. Didn’t think I’d make it that far in life, or being here in this position. But I am thankful.

Anyway today I went down to UniSIM to pay my school fees for the semester starting mid-July. Part of me is not looking forward to school because of the school work I’ll have to do but another part is happy that I am. Let’s see how it pans out, I am taking some modules that I am interested in, so I suppose that would help to soften it up for me a little.

On a side-note, UniSIM should really consider opening more counters during the weekends to collect payments. There were at least 250 people in the queue ahead of me and the wait was no less than 2 hours. Should the administration not be expecting the huge turnout over weekends? They cannot be expecting everyone to turn up during the work week.

Right after, I rushed home to get May. We were supposed to attend a marriage seminar organized by our church. Thankfully we made it in time, with a little nagging of course. The seminar was good in pointing out faults, but it made me feel lousy and very self-aware. Things that you never really care to think about in the first place until you commit the error. I am still learning.

Later that evening I met up with Tania and Ling over at Night and Day bar. We talked about my plans for #ShootUrTweeple over a few beers. Hopefully we could use the place and get at least something going there. Tania seems hopeful, I’m just slightly reserved. Nonetheless, I will draft out an email and send it over to Kelley the owner of the place soon and see how far this rabbit hole will take us.

This is my first post. Firstly I like to welcome to those who just happen to wander on in here. I hope to bear my soul more as the time goes by. As for now, everything is a work in progress. In the meantime, please bear with me.