Weakness

Got up early on Thursday for driving. Then it was downstairs to exercise at about 11am. The Singapore sun kills. At night, it was more drum lessons from the loving dad at church.
Friday proved to be more eventful. Yet another early day, but it was to work for my Dad. I shifted for this beautiful French lady by the name of Isabelle Le-Dette at Raffles Quay. But work was done quite fast. I wanted to go TCC there but realised everybody there were really well-dressed in their black shoes and ties. So it was off to The Cathay and sat at Starbucks for 3 hours reading and enjoying the Jazz/Blues music.

Quite relaxing till this bunch of idiotic Bedok Town students came in and made sure everyone knew they were there. Thankfully Grace arrived around 1.45pm and we had lunch. While killing time, we came to a conclusion, Singapore's too small. Met her friend who works at Ben&Jerry's. Then Lay and Danial came walking by, planning to watch the same movie and at the same time. And we saw Rui En and Pierre Png shooting a scene. As for the movie, 300 it was. M18 for all the sex, lesbian and breast scenes. All of a sudden, Munich looks like child's play. 300 even included every 'thrust' King Leonidas had with his wife. So the plot is okay, but some parts are just plain unbelievable. Then it was dinner at Yoshinoya.

Anyway, i think i'm really weak, emotionally and physically. Physically, it's obvious, my frail body and all, But emotionally. Why can't I move on, why do i think so much about it, after what everybody has said and done. I was so wistful i actually missed 2 stops on my MRT ride to Dhoby Ghaut today. So why can't I internalise like the Spartans do, to not have weakness or at least not to show it and be a man.

Post.Script, Thanks for the notes, lugging it around and for the original soundtrack for dreamgirls! And to one and all Patricians of times new and old, HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!

Song of the Moment: My Happy Ending - Avril Lavigne