Saturday at the Settler’s was great. Not-too-bad food, zany games, salty popcorns, shameless camera clicking, oh-so-gay forfeit, Giga-caloric ice-cream float, one-times-good birthday song and FANTASTIC company. Happy birthday once again! Hope u like the presents. (ps: why is my video clip on everyone’s blog?? It ain’t that gay, no?)
Went for the overnight cycling recce (now that’s a really interesting British slang for reconnaissance) later that night. Missed a few turns, but think the route should be fine. Pray that God bless us with good traffic and weather on that day. Supper-ed at Thomson prata. So now we know, Mee Goreng red is better than Mee Goreng white. And I really need to stop eating. Oooooooooooh the procrastination.
Sunday kicked off with my not being at the court. CRAP! Was so exhausted that I could barely get up to shut my alarm up. Think I’ll be getting my nuts cracked by the guys next week.
Went through ‘electricity’ during tuition. All the V=RI, Q=It, W=VQ, E=Pt, P=VI and blablabla… a regular secondary school kid’s nightmare. Was I a ‘regular’ then? Hmmm. Maybe I was a ‘large’.
And yes, Spurs got one back. Ginobilli was on fire and
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Hello hoon! Hope you’re having fun. Thanks for your greeting from
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Hiking on Sat got ‘cancelled’. Shucks.
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Jetstar passengers arrive at Terminal 1. Shall we go grab something to bite before heading home?
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My roomie’s paikah and he can still play badminton and volleyball. My hero. (Dude, come join the club of the permanently screwed and lame! We can wear our nee-guards together. HAHA!)
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The faraway smoke that plastered upon the dark skies; the water rippling towards the shore; the hazy orange street light that shone down from above; the lying down on the concrete grounds; that solitary moment.
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