Life begins to make sense at twenty five... And it still is after thirty five.
Drats. I'm 40 now.
I had a crazy week. From dressing up as the pooh bear (for a children's programme) to becoming a driver for Jerry Yan's (F4 singer) luggage from KLIA to his hotel. Today, I had something like food poisoning. Was in bed for the whole day literally! Oh well, will elaborate someday.