Tired as hell. What a long day. It's freezing out there. Well, I've got roughly 80 more pages to cover by noon tomorrow. Oh my god, I'm gonna die.

I know I promised pictures, but I just got the Photoshop program from my friend, so I wanna make the pictures look nicer, so be patient and wait! I'll upload them this weekend, when I have time to take a breather. At least by Sunday.

Going down to London week after next for Singnite, which is some kind of dinner and dance for Singaporeans. Don't know what that is all about, but I'll just go. Might meet some new friends. Can meet up with my old friends too. Talk about killing 3 birds with one stone huh? Haha.



How do I start? I'm grateful we're friends. After that talk u and I had the other morning, it made alot of sense. U're real sweet, always taking the time to listen to others, even when ur schedule's packed like hell. U really listen, not just the "listening" that my girlfriends do. No, u really hear what people have to say, even though sometimes it ain't that important.

I feel something between u and me, but as I said before, it could be nothing because my intuition's rubbish. The way u look at me everytime u strum Faith Hill's Breathe on ur guitar and sing, it makes my heart beat faster. That morning when u sang strains of that beautiful love song, I thought I saw that something in ur eyes, that something I see each time u play this song. But like I said before, it could be nothing.