Tuesday, November 21, 2006
today woke up at around 7am... used the com for a while, then got ready and left for sch. reached there at around 9am. amused oursleves with the lame jokes and tricks while waiting for the tchrs. when they came, went to the brothers' quarters to pick up the posters and stuff for the open house. after that, went to LT1 to pack the goodie bags for the parents who will be coming this friday. when we finished, the place was in a mess. mr chng said,"guys, thanks for packing the bags fast, but no thanks for the mess." haha... the mess was due to quite a number of ppl playing about(i cant say i wasnt also)... haha.... anw, cleared up the mess, settled a few things for the grad night this thursday, then went with dickson and fredric to downtown east to swim. when we reached there, we had a light lunch at mac's consisting of an apple pie and a large fries. we shared the fries. we all consumed about 7 packets of mayo with just the one large fries. haha... after that, we went to change and then went upstairs to the pool. the sun was scorching. forgot to bring sunblock, but nvm, didnt mind getting sunburn... haha... about halfway through the swim, a crane crashed in a nearby construction site. the thing was like, flipped over, then it collapsed on it's side. everybody soo k-po and rushed to the side of the building to see the commotion. disgusting. like flies attracted to garbage. dickson, fredric and i stayed in the pool. dickson was so sad... haha... he said he should have taken a video and then sold it to the newspapers... haha... cheered him up by saying,"look on the bright side. at least now the pool is almost empty." haha... had quite a free pool for about 10mins. after about 2 hours of swimming, got dark clouds, so went downstairs to bathe and change. when we came out of the toilet, it was raining heavily. went to the food court there and ate a bit of a tea. after that, about 5pm, we left the place. took bus 3 with dickson and fredric to punggol mrt station(dickson dropped off a few stops befor), where fredric waited for a bus to go to hougang. took mrt back home. by the time reached back home was about 6.10pm. read a bit, slept a bit, then at 7.15pm, ate dinner. after that, watched tv. tmrw got another outing with the YCIA friends. meeting them at city hall mrt station at 11am. dunno whether i should go or not. but it's jason's birthday. i think i'll go. gonna meet dickson early then we go get him a present. sigh.
All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
- William Shakespeare-
x It´s been a long time,
but my time is finally near
at 12:20 am