Gwen popped by for dinner some day last week .

I should have been abit more excited about the Lava cake, the chocolate was oooooozzzzing out of that carbo-thingy you know.

Carbo-thingy. Yeah, I'm dieting.

Hey pretty.

That pain in my head has been my good partner for a week. Its making me really sick.

And caught up with Sandy Koh on Sat. I was trying to find that 锅贴点 that Alex Lee recommended, mind's not functioning well and we lost our way. Shouldn't have went 别府 for their ramen, such a disappointment.

Don't you think, this is art? Ha.

San had Salmon Don, it ought to taste better than my ramen, I hope.

Blog again soon. Tata.

Catching a few minutes of my lunch time to do a quick blog.

Busy week, and busier weeks coming. I was quite worried that I might not be able to handle the workload, at the same time I'm pretty eager to test my limit. How many projects, how many morning calls, how many events on-going at one time, how many last minute crisis does it take to really hit me down?

Sick! Ha.

Had a gathering @ Keppel Bay Marina, will wait for Dengli to upload the pictures. Highlight of the night ---- a 200 metres x 10 walk from Harbourfront Mrt to TCC @ Keppel Bay Marina. Kian the cheaterbug.

Day One without the 2 teammates - packed as expected.

I seriously need to have internet access at home soon.

Singapore is freaking hot, I'm missing my winter Sun.

My definition of a good rest:

1)

An entertaining book and a tub of ice cream. Would be better if its Ben & Jerry's.

2)

Idol dramas and udon. I can do with Shin Ramen too.

3)

A walk in the park. Minus the mosquitoes, plus the morning breeze and mp3.

I couldn't find my park pictures, so here's Mr Rock, proud to represent the Mother Nature.

I hate getting not enough sleep, mind's still slumbering.

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Okay, so now the whole world knows that Giena's left the agency. Her phone's still with me, messages coming in, exclamations and curiosity from those who worked with her. I replied none.

I had time to say goodbye, but I had no guts to do it. I rather take a war in the face than weeping goodbyes. Bon's a coward.

I know the story well enough from both sides to make my own judgement. Everyone is expecting me to waver in my stand, but ironically it had a totally opposite impact on me.

Don't roll your eyes!

What is true love?

You meet him.

Your lips twitch when he comes to mind, you have the urge to hug him when two of you are together, you miss him so much till it hurts, you change your life to suit his pace.

You fall in love.

You marry him.

Now, he's family. He's part of your life. You think your life is complete. You think you've met the right guy.

Then years later.

He's so family, he's like that irritating brother of yours. No more urge to hug to kiss, no more missing him like crazy when he's away. You don't even mind living without him.

And then.

You meet another man. A man that brings that feeling back again.

You fall in love. All over again.

You think its true love. This guy, this man, this is what you've been waiting for, this is true love, not the guy sleeping next to you everynight. You had it all wrong. You want to make it right now.

The world disagrees. Naturally.

Stories like this happens everyday. Men women, all the same.

We have a thousand excuses, or reasons, when it happens to us. To love somebody, and then change your mind.

How can we be sure, who is true love and who's the smokescreen? Will I, by mistake, take somebody's else's true love?

So tell me, what is true love?

What is true love?

You meet him.

Your lips twitch when he comes to mind, you have the urge to hug him when two of you are together, you miss him so much till it hurts, you change your life to suit his pace.

You fall in love.

You marry him.

Now, he's family. He's part of your life. You think your life is complete. You think you've met the right guy.

Then years later.

He's so family, he's like that irritating brother of yours. No more urge to hug to kiss, no more missing him like crazy when he's away. You don't even mind living without him.

And then.

You meet another man. A man that brings that feeling back again.

You fall in love. All over again.

You think its true love. This guy, this man, this is what you've been waiting for, this is true love, not the guy sleeping next to you everynight. You had it all wrong. You want to make it right now.

The world disagrees. Naturally.

Stories like this happens everyday. Men women, all the same.

We have a thousand excuses, or reasons, when it happens to us. To love somebody, and then change your mind.

How can we be sure, who is true love and who's the smokescreen? Will I, by mistake, took somebody's else's true love?

So tell me, what is true love?

I lost count.

How many times have I said " thats it, enough is enough "? Arguments after arguments, finger pointing, pushing of responsibility, always the one to be hammered down be it my fault or not.

I'm not a nail.

I'm sick of it already.