to unksters:

aka owners of the blog, it's 7pm, kt is overseas on a biz trip, i'm supposed to b in the gym now but i m procrastinating. will leav after i fin this note.

guess wat i've been reading for the 1/2 hr?

the unkster blog. or the early beginnings of it at least, when marriages were intact, dogs were kept at owners home (and not at ex's in-laws, i'm sorry, i know *sayang*) & D was not emo, when babyfaced unker rj boasted about holding a sleeping 8kg bb in a deadlock while he's sleeping himself & rj was not emo and oleng was single & not emo *LOL*

time slipped us by and the blog seems to have reached its end of its road, perhaps becos we have all in our own ways been tempted & toyed by fate (or simply incidents in our lives & love), emo posts has by far replaced the cheeky humor we shared when we first knew each other.

i'm extremely glad that thru the yrs, our frenship has deepened. it's hard to explain to my other friends, how i got to know & become so attached to this previous grp of frens who are mostly men (well at least the ones I am closer with), mostly straight (unless there's some information I am missing out on). I guess it's tough to understand how a group of friends whose interaction & existence is more real in the virtual world than in real life (although there's been a fair bit of it in recent months).

i've only contributed one entry in that blog, but feel peculiarly attached to it, as if it were my own. entries by people who have in more ways than one watched me grow (through bad relationships & good ones), grown with me & influenced me. i never realized the difference until i go read entries as early as October 2005. It just suddenly struck me how much more jest & zest for life we wrote them with.

I've long forgotten how that blog got started but i m certainly thankful it did. being one of its most faithful reader, I felt understandably sad to witness its gradual demise, after all it was a collaborative effort, that blossomed under the synergy of a few - who have attempted blogs of their own, but unsuccessful - perhaps literary stamina is easier sustained in a grp, than as individuals. Lending me a peek into the psyche of the 30-something year old male, who's not quite hitting mid-life crisis but compelled to re-assess his life in terms of career, family, love & look(?).

I myself has evolved as well, from the unsophisticated blur sotong ah-lian, to the increasingly contemplative, over-analysing, even slightly unhealthily melancholic bride-to-be. unfortunately, it seems a necessary price to pay for growing, pain. the pain of knowing, the pain of losing and the pain of living with losses - losses we bear as an investment to gain the ultimate prize, the kinda life we hold ideal. There's much to be gained, no doubt - in wisdom, in maturity, and i'd like to say in world-view... to be more tolerant of differing opinions.

Anyway I have digressed too much... I am just writing this, to say that I wish to see us all writing again. With a newfound zest for life, balanced with a refreshed down-to-earth positivity, to face the world and proudly say the hardknocks has made us stronger & wiser. and that we refuse to be defeated & fade into background, under the messy rut of managing children, relationships, bosses & responsibilities.

That while we face the social pressures like everyone else, us (unkers + untie) are slightly special individuals sharing a special bond - a mutually inspirational & positive one.

Rock on unks! Here's to more kopikayu sessions to lament about life, love & loti! =))