I think I’m addicted to something. With the newfound purpose behind the newfound company, I have been indulging, (apart from karaoke, booze and women), in conceptual design. It is simply refreshing to depart from reality and let one’s imagination run wild. Complimented by Alan’s cranky / rebellious creative direction, the last week was a wild ride through the uncharted waters of conceptual translations.

Life is supposed to be like that. While I cannot pinpoint a purpose in doing all this, it is at least fun enough to keep me hooked. It’s like an activity that has to take place at least once a day, like sex, like smoking.

The drawback is that whenever I am back from these “conceptualization trips”, I get a bit of a “hangover”. The reality, it seems, would appear bleaker with each return, until there is finally no colour left.