It was another wet morning, however a sunny afternoon. I thought it would be a good chance to tan. But over at capital tower, the buildings blocked most of the sun rays and the cushion was still wet from the morning rain! Flipped some magazines, stared into the pool, peeped over to the studio looking at Denise Keller practise boxing, chatted with the staff, then jumped into the steambath, showered and met Mushroom for lunch at Amoy St.


Sighs, another day gone. Im still not done with anything. Its so worrying. Should I or should I not? Is there no more alternative route I can take? This is killing me. Slowly.


Work was fine, had to take public transport home at a late hr. Was stoning once again on bus. But thank god, I didn't fall again. Gee, I came home with a heavy heart. Very very heavy one. It didn't feel right. Something is telling me something. Strange, but yeah I thought I could live in self-denial. I never know.


When it all turns bad, I smiled and said to myself, "At least i lived a decent and proper and fulfiling life."



I can't wait for tmr's Pump and Attack.