Courage.

I need courage and confident if i were to stick to my convictions. I have to stay compose in dealing with matters of life. Perhaps it is about time to unleash the lion in me. I have been too much of a pussy lion all my life. More like a pussy lioness. Nowadays i tend to frown and i feel im using so much muscles on stress facial expression. I tend to think a lot about so many things.

On a different note, Riduwan, Zaini, Edward and I bid farewell to Hafiz on Monday for his National Service. Met him on Monday night straight after my class with my stupid plywood for my drawing class which i usally leave it in my friend's locker. Anyhow we had dinner at Delifrance. I had Le Classique Meal comprising of Mediterranean Pizza, a soup and ice lemon tea.

I met Jalee then Hagen there at Delifrance too. I have to say Hagen's facial expression was rather dramatic when he saw Ewan and i. Kinda miss him tho after not seeing him for a long time and Hagen felt the same way too haha. Jalee on the other hand was rushing to somewhere and he had a short conversation with my dear outside delifrance while i was ordering the meals.

I played pool then at Pavilion and then i met a guyfriend that work with me in Prego and Banquet in Raffles City Convention Center. I have to say the interior is very nice . Unfortunately dominated by hostile malays.

Today in school was rather draggy fiddling with ADOBE Photoshop. Anyway i have to say my bus ride home was rather on my nerve. I took bus 7 from S-11, Cityhall then i overslept and to wake up near the bus parking lot. My face was so cramp when i woke up and ran down to the first floor.

My second bus trip on 154 to Boon Lay, i was sleeping also. I guess i feel a little tired or maybe very tired. Whatever!! Anyway i was awaken by a funny smell. Something burning. Again i realise there was no one but only me in the bus on the second floor when it was so full just now. Then the bus driver came to me and tell me to take another bus cause the engine burned or something. Luckily it was at a proper bustop along the expressway. Then i waited for another 154.

Dear im sorry about our appointment but frankly i was afraid to ask you out. Not sure why perhaps grew too inferior of you.

By the time i reach home i feel so shacked. What a day...........