Thursday, September 07, 2006
Visit Mrs Poon!
Only 4 turned up for frisbee. Kinda sad. No matter, one can't eat sadness, no point producing too much of it. Practicing curved throws... 4 of us quite proficient in it after today. Alas, there can only be three musketeers, three blind mice... etc, so, Mao mao was the unfortunate 'keeper'. If you think this doesn't hold any sense, there may be hope for you yet.
Still had a little time to spend doing nothing after 'training', so went for lunch at Sumo House. Not sure why, but when one tries to add 'VS boys' to 'Lunch', there'll always be a side product next to the main 'Gobbling'. It's called 'talking cokk'.
Went over to John's abode (damned bad luck, lost a hearts game and 2 bridge hands. Must be those acursed chain letters/smses) before popping down to Mrs Poon's. It's like she never ages. Maybe women stop aging after they're 60 years old. Interesting... She was going to catch a movie (Singapore Dreamin) so the oh-so-rare get-together was broken up. Partially because mao mao tuition too.
Makes me wonder, why don't i bump into mrs Poon frequently? We're just across the street from each other. I guess our schedules don't match, much like someone else i saw in KFC(where we went to after leaving), though i'm pretty sure we live within 1 km of each other...
People do mature, people do change and i guess i have too, so have others, that person in particular i guess. But a bright yellow hairband?? Too flashy ya, even if it shows off that widow's peak.
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