Bandage Alert!

Went to watch Iron Man at GV Vivo City. It was complimentary, thanks to Jardin Smith International, our land investment company.

The show was somewhat enjoyable, reminded me of Transformers, with a bit of romance in it. The latter was technologically and visually more spectacular, except for the ending which was really corny. Anyway, I probably wouldn't pay to watch repeats of neither.

After that was dinner at Hog's Breath. Food was ok, but service was very slow and they mixed up the orders, too. Don't think I would go there again.

Upcoming is another crazy week. The following would be worse...gotta see to 9 sessions of graduation ceremony performances and 1 in the VIP reception. Truly looking forward to the public holiday on 19 May.

History seems to be repeating itself again. Maybe it's another round of lesson to be learnt. I don't think it will ever end, since I'm far from perfect. Whatever it is, looks like I better start preparing bandages. This month alone I had received a few blows of which a couple was bad enough to cause heartaches and tears. During those times I just wanna crouch at one corner... which I would inevitably end up pouring everything to Abba. Only He can make me strong enough to keep my heart open (to love).

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