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.
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Headache
Maybe its too much coffee.... I felt like crap on my way home in the tiong bahru bus. Wonder why I can never sleep on the way back, but always on the way to work.