Life Is Short Play Hard

City Hall was tight man. The security made travelling inconvenient. There were barricades and guards everywhere. Them and i do not go well together and we exchanged stares. We had to make a detour to Millenia Walk from Raffles Place just to get to Suntec City Mall. I was already starting to perspire. Wearing my Adidas jacket was a bad idea. It was drizzling when i left home in the afternoon. The weather these days had not been promising. The wet spells are here again and i am already missing the beach. I gave my training a miss today but i will make it up tomorrow. I dropped by Heeren before making my way to the International Monetary Fund. Not as a delegate but a shopper. Each time i go out i will spend excessively. For instance hundreds of dollars were burned on a single trip to town. I really need to watch my budget. Perhaps bank president Paul Wolfowitz of the IMF can teach me how. I went to see Gerard but he was not around so i spoke to Yong instead. I made a date with him to get another tattoo done. He said he will touch up on my other tattoos as well. Swell man.