Dinner with the same old pals. Except that it's not boring Can 2 now. Wong called surprisingly this morning to jio the 5 of us (Peck's excluded, busy I supposed) for dinner. A relief, as I had wanted to arrange dinner with them one of these days. And since Wong had volunteered for the sai-kang, hurray. Makansutra @ Esplanade was the location. Man, the food was good. Prawn mee, char kuay tiao, chicken wings, stingray, oyster omelette, sugar cane juices. Feast. Next up was Gelare. Hot fudge sundae, chocolate mudpie, waffle, mango ice-cream cake. Fantastic way to end the evening. My wallet was crying though. Everything's the same with the guys. Wong's still working at Cheers, Jason still rich and very much active with dates. Dav still very much without a target. Dan still pretty much without a clue. What about me? I thought for a moment. Sigh. I hardly have a clue too. Sometimes I wake up and search for my identity. Aimless and without a purpose in life, I gotta really start planning somewhere, somehow. I hope I get my path sorted out before I start regretting on the wrong turns I took.

Life's like a train. It can't run anywhere except where its rails take it.