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Monday, November 10, 2008

Like A Punctuation Pt.

Saturday was awesome, though damn tired would be an understatement. I guess I can say it was fulfilling.
We got on the field, a week later, with the same familiar faces, but with a different heart.
We were ready, and we knew the results wouldn't matter.

With awesome hard runs and an exclusive touch down, we played our hearts out, ran til we couldn't breathe, but we had fun. Somehow, without winning in mind but the determination and discipline still securely in place, a different sort of game plan surfaces. Maybe a little less hungry for scores, but still awesome. It's been a long time I ran this hard, and had my 1 litre platypus dry. =)

Was asked for a favour after the game, and somehow felt obliged to assist. With that little bit of energy left, I reffed another 40 minute game immediately after mine. =( Tired shiate, but it was somehow something honourable.

Went home black, burnt, and burnt-out so I slept the midafternoon away again, before dinner at Novena with the Sister and S.
ManU/Arsenal was, on the contrary, a disappointment to a fulfilling Saturday.
But an early night wrapped it up anyhow.

Friday;
after a half an hour tutorial, an hour brunch break with Calamari rings that made my tongue feel funny the whole day, we left for HollandV. Treated ourselves with Purple Rose's cake (indulgence! :D) and popped by a party shop for a Helium Balloon before leaving for Aranda.

So surreal; I remembered Birthdays, and Post O levels. Time passed with Space Chimps, catching ups, people watching (familiar faces, haha), closet maternal instincts, and eventually, multiple strolls along beautiful Down.town East (it has changed soo much!) and a trip to the arcade. Felt so much like the after-exams. =(


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Now, it's the exam week, exam period.
27th November, 3pm. COME SOOOON.
I Can't Wait For The Holidays Esp CHRISTMAS! :D


PS: OH! The apricotjelly Ha.vaianas are back! They look a little pink though, but chewy and they make me wanna eat them :D Can't wait for the metal ones to be backkk! :D

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Talk to Me, Dance with Me.

So, is this what the Army does to you?

It's a freaking Cheena arcade WAR game. Aren't all the strategic plannings in Army enough?

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After a walk from work to Bugis, and Bugis to Marina, caught Babel last night.
It was somewhat similar to Be With Me, those kinda less conversations more expressions/emotions/actions kinda film.
It was a little long (A colleague and I concluded we no longer have stamina to watch movies), but I enjoyed it anyhow.

It was beautiful how everything eventually linked to one another, though it was happening in 4 different places. And initially, I thought the Jap scenes were so random and out of place.

The emotions you'll feel throughout the movie progress from disgust to detest to sympathy to joy.
All the different types of Love are depicted- from Love between spouse, Parent-Child Love, Nanny-child Love, Love for Friends, Brotherly Love, Physically attracted sorta Love (I don't even think that's Love right), etc.


I can't really put it into words, so I'd just say, if you're the sort that like these kinda thinking, minimal conversation shows, go catch it.

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And today, I allowed myself to go on a Heritage Tour just before work, where we window shopped for Fabric, visited cool cafes, entered cool shops, walked by Spore's narrowest lanes, paid a visit to Museums and visited coool custome shops (where we attempted fitting into Gingerbread Man costumes but evidently not).

Boring, Hungry nights topped up with disgusting Guava juice and a rather irritating neighbour to end the night. Plus, a dying phone.

Note to self: A good book is not enough. Good music makes the world alot better.


HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY BERNIE!
Ps:I can't wait for more pineapple tarts cos I've already finished those P gave. (OOPS)
And I spent my morning making some cornflake thingy with Mommy!(:

"There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words."