I was rummaging through the pile of disused books and documents under my bed yesterday, searching for a certain document, when i chanced upon a little blue notebook which looked vaguely familiar. I flipped it open and realized it was the journal of my New York trip back in I dunno,2004? December. I had written it and then when I returned, forgotten all about it, until now and the words don't look familiar, because they were written by someone else, well not exactly someone else perhaps, but a different me, a younger me, you get my drift?

"On this first day in New York, yes the Big Apple, the one of the movies, I have taken care of most of the important stuff, like my ticket to LA, calling up all the people, getting my hands on a subway map. But apart from that, I have been rather unambitious, visiting only the area around ground zero before the evening cold forces the thermometer southwards and I have to flee back to my slummy USD 15 a night motel in Chinatown, where the other denizens, newly arrived they look to be, are cooking over paraffin stoves outside the tiny cubicles.

New York oh New York, this is truly an amazing city, all these buildings which soar upwards; to get a glimpse of the December sky, you have to crane your neck. My eyes have been opened, things shall never be the same again, this is truly THE concrete jungle, the Amazon of them all, Singapore by comparison merely the woods. Ah the streets of New York, everything I have been led to believe, the rumbling of the subway underneath the sidewalk, white vapours rising up from the sewers and from the tops of buildings, F15s patrolling the skies, leaving white trails of smoke in their wake; everything I have been led to believe and then more, much much more, oh are there Alligators too ? Alligators in the sewers. "