Och Aye Och Aye...

The easing words of Frank McCourt's dad.. Och Aye.. even though he drinks the dole money and comes home late at night singing some patriotic North Irish song and waking his young sons up to promise to die for Ireland..

I'm always trying to ease myself these days... What really remains is hope. And a big part of that hope consists of my other half. My Oty Boi.

Nothing much to be said for now, but I'll say it all when the time really comes. I don't know why I fixed this blog up. Some read comics when they're lonely. I decided to write here. Working at Shades is giving me different prespectives on Life. Notice the big 'L' on Life. Cause it only comes around once. I miss being in KL. This blog will only be read by priviledged close friends. No relatives allowed. Except for Oty Boi. I hate relatives. =)

I so want to visit ireland one day. This post is dedicated to my one and only Oty Boi, who unfolds me and embraces me like a pretty little flower. I Love You Oty Boi...