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Sunday, August 03, 2008
Ah the weekend ends, with the dark silence being a good substitute for the sunny heat of the afternoon. I just can't accept how screwed up (this phrase is a major understatement, but I'm refraining from using the more hard-hitting one) our weather is. It either rains cats, dogs, monkeys, donkeys and more donkeys, or it's as hot as a BBQ pit. Darn it luh, not only do we lack seasons, we have weathers that are as unpredictable as women are when they go through 'that' time of the month. Tsk, no wonder it's Mother Nature hur hur.
Anyway, it was a good Sunday morning. Greeted by the smell of GRASS! Yes, wonderful green grass. Not that I'm a cow what-so-ever, but it's really been a year since I went out to join the MPFC guys for a soccer match. Sadly, shin hasn't really recovered, so I was just watching the game from the touchlines. Spending my time just catching up with the guys and randomly kicking the spare balls around. The team might not have had a favourable result in today's match, but even that couldn't dampen my joy of getting together with the team again.
Wee, here comes another week. All the girls are so looking forward to uni and hostel life, the guys are left with booking into their respective bunks and reporting to camp. Wow, it somehow sounds similar no?
NO.
Mumbled @ {10:14 PM}
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Ah the weekend ends, with the dark silence being a good substitute for the sunny heat of the afternoon. I just can't accept how screwed up (this phrase is a major understatement, but I'm refraining from using the more hard-hitting one) our weather is. It either rains cats, dogs, monkeys, donkeys and more donkeys, or it's as hot as a BBQ pit. Darn it luh, not only do we lack seasons, we have weathers that are as unpredictable as women are when they go through 'that' time of the month. Tsk, no wonder it's Mother Nature hur hur.