Thursday, April 05, 2007

Yesterday.....

Yesterday, after the short meet up and talk..
All have not been lost..
Friends will still be friends...

Then I met up with Jossie to lunch..
Laze in Wenting's bed cos I was really tired.
Saw the calendar, Joo made for her..
Stupid maid of mine doesn't know which Hui is the Hui in my Chinese name..
Fire you then you know.. Tsk tsk... Better go ask Wenting which Hui is my Hui okayz?!



Listening to my radio, I took the long journey home.
Cos no reception for NEL. ZZZ...

I reached AMK MRT station.
I didn't wanted to go home yet.
I saw the AMK Hub, so why not explore abit.
The aircon was freakingly cold.
So I ended up walking from one end to another..
Think by the time I explore my way to the second floor, I'll be frozen.



Then I started walking..

Like how I walked from Eunos MRT to Buona Vista MRT that night..
Cos I missed the last train back to NTU..
Like how I walked back from Zouk to home..
Cos I was pissed with someone then...
Like how me and Yvonne walked round the school, chit chatting...
Cos she needed some company then...

I guess walking makes one feel good... or at least makes me feel good.
I started walking away from my going home direction.
Wherever I walked, I made sure that there's a bus to bring me home..
Just in case I felt too tired.



My legs brought me to Bishan Park.
It's been a long time since I last ran here.
The first time I ran here, I was like.. How come this park so big har...?
And yes.. Torturous.. Panting... like crazy...
But it definitely felt great..

That time, after running in ECP...
Running at Bishan Park.. Not as tiring le..
But now, my sprained ankle since December still pain at times..
Hadn't been running for quite some time.. I will die if I run.. haha..



It's my first time in this park, in the evening..
It was a cool, breezy evening...
I started to walk around the park...
Walk and walk.. listening to Class 95...
Jean and Rod, now left with Jean. Where's Rod?
A question that we always had, when tuning in to Class 95, on the car journey.

Then, I walked past the Dog Run Area.
There were so many dogs in that area...
I stood there for at least 20 minutes I think...
So envious of people who can own a dog...
Correction, envious of people who can own a pet.
I miss Nancy, the dog at my grandma's place when I was a little girl.
None of them told me what happened to Nancy.

Then I came across a small orchard.
There, grew sunflowers..
Well.. That's the only flower I could recognise in the pitch darkness... hehe..
I didn't notice that there was this small orchard last year...
Or was it a new thing...? hmmm..

Then I walked..
And looked up at the clear sky...
How I wish I could get a mat, and just find a spot in the grassland..
And lie down.. and stare into the sky...
A companion would be good.
The last time I did this, was in the year 2001, at Fort Canning, with a friend..
Chit chatting while staring at the sky.. A wonderful feeling...
But I guess in this busy world, not many can spare some time to lay back like this..
A word of caution about this activity...
You probably would get giddy, when you get up, if you lay there for too long...

Then I walked..
An old couple, hand in hand.. strolling and spending quality time.
So sweet.

Wow... so many things you could do here in Bishan Park..
Jogging, strolling, cycling..
Bringing your dog to the dog run area or if you don't have one, you can dog-watch..
Alone or with friends, companions..
There's always something you can do here in Bishan Park



Then I walked..
And walked to a long path...
A path leading to the bridge.
Then it recalled as the torturous path..
After a jog around the park, this is always the torturous long path..
Cos it felt never ending...
And I was always forced to dash up to that board at the bridge..

Then I thought of meeting Leo...
Since he stays so near Bishan Park..
This guy har.. like disappeared into thin air like that...
When I sms him, ask me who am I some more..
But he wasn't at home that night...



I felt tired, I need a return trip to AMK MRT station..
So I walked back...
Walking pass a church..
Suddenly I wonder, how is it like to celebrate Easter?
The last time I went for mass, was like secondary school?
Woah.. Near to 10 years already..



I came back home.
Bro2 had already hogged the internet cable.
Yesterday, I felt that I wanted to write about the genuine smile we talked about.
Cos if you can't smile in your life, that's something wrong...
Smiley Susan. It's hard to take smile away from me.
Anyway, so opportunity came, when my bro2 went for shower.
I just took over his laptop for that 10-15 minutes to blog that.

After posting, I will always review it at my blog, to see if the fonts were too big or what...
Then weird things happen.
Happened on my tagboard.
But I didn't had the chance to react, cos my bro2's wife-to-be is like nudging him over MSN..
I had to return him the lappie..

Today, I checked my tagboard again.
Woah.. A heated up conversation.. Happening siah..
After discussion...
Though I didn't want it to be, cos I have my conscience clear, and nothing to hide.

But..

Tagboard have to be closed.

At least for the moment.


Ok.. Baby Bin Bin crying for me to carry him again..
I wonder if I doted him too much..

Signing off for now.. Tataz! =)

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