Atenza Club Singapore got dragged into something which didn't really concern it. Kinda pissed cause the last thing I wanted was to be dragged into a policy fight with members of MCS.
3 weeks of non-stop photography. And it's starting today. I guess I'll have to see how I can schedule my time so that I've got some available for R&R.
How do I know I'm good in bed? Well, to be honest, I don't. I haven't slept with enough women to find out from them anyways. So I'd probably suck at it.
Was out last night/this morning. Just went to east coast and sat on the bench near Macs and talked from 11.30pm last night till about 3am this morning. I got home at 4.15 am and dropped like a log once I hit the sack.
We talked about a great many things but the thing that stuck in my mind was that when I die, I'd like for it to be a quick one. That's why I don't go for annual health checkups I guess. Uncle Fook was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and since the diagnosis was made, he's been depressed and chemotherapy made him even more sick.
All that just to extend his life by 3 months. Is it worth it? Enduring an extra 3 months of pain? I'd rather not be diagnosed, and perhaps find out I have cancer about a month before I drop dead.
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