Robert H. Smith
The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Monday, March 8, 2010
One Jervios
We ran from zion to tanglin through the entire jervios estate and back from orchard. My my.. what fastinating houses they have there. Fred was drooling and dreaming about becoming that rich to own one of such nice houses. I was thinking what would I do with such a big house now as it will be largely underutilised as I come home so late these days and only stay in my room till bedtime. Nonetheless, it's something that drives us to work harder each day to bring back the dough.