Sunday, April 16, 2006, 7:01 PM
How I wish I can indulge in exercising rigorously. Perhaps not a single soul can comprehend the agony and how paranoid and hectic the gaffer is feeling now. I wonder how Kurt Cobain felt when he was writing his suicide letter. Is it just another negative thought that was revolving around the Nirvana frontman? Metamorphosis takes place every single second on planet Earth. Vexed, fustrated, confusing and worn out. Gotta get back to it's oldself, although it'll take some time for that to happen. Tomorrow is a new day and who knows, irreverent and disdainful, it's all the same conclusion.