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; Friday, September 07, 2007 23:34
it's storytelling time for my mother. she always has them. now, it's their experiences in beijing, china for the past 5 days.
for a start, their food servings are around american-size portions. they serve soups in metal basins and the drinks you order come in 1.5 litre bottles. was scanning through their photos the night before and saw the pictures of maozedong, and pictures of the forbidden city. you know, during those dramas with the castle backdrop and emperor's throne? i'll upload them asap.
played soccer for the first time in the week. i was dying for it, though it didnt last long. wesley came along, coz he was suffering from home-sickness. surprised that irwin knew him, coz wes was the respect vice house-captain in 2005.
my very first dive not even to save a ball gave me a 4cm abrasion on my waist. could say it took me out till the last. then a block from some mad elephant ramping somehow dislocated my last toe on my right foot. so i was like, limping all the way.
played through the afternoon till eight plus and they had to leave coz i think.. underage? just joking. there was this guy, who once had the girls obsessed with his card magic that was nowhere near bingsoon's, had another thought.
the art of leviatation? i wouldn't consider it satanic, but i rather not involve myself in something like that. i wont be a spoiler. but rather, just a spectator. after all, most are just illusions. it depends on how different people have their views on it.
chanmeng called me at 1852 to say they were playing soccer at dolphin. he told me three hours earlier they weren't. i went to sightsee. was too tired and injured to start another match. let's just call it a day.
i don't believe in leaving things to fate..
neither do i want to take things into my own hands..
i saw what i could do on impulse..
the many times i've failed..
i'll do things the slow way..
and if she goes for someone else..
it's not fate, but guess it can only be me..
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