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Monday, July 23, 2007 This hectic weekend is over. .I barely slept over the past two days. . . the number of hours that i had slept. . . enough to count with 1 hand. . . probably just less than 3 hours. . . pathetically little but i still managed to go through everything in my schedule with the aid of a packet of ice coffee, my ultimate awakener. . . It was though, quite screwed up. . . on sunday where i want for bike revision in the morning, it became more of a wasted trip. . . i kept repeating mistakes, those kinda mistakes that definitely cause you a failure in test, again and again. . . even as i knew and try not to repeat again, my semi-unconscious mind didn't help to ensure that. . . i was like in a daze more than half of the time. . . thursday gonna be the test again. . . the third time, after waiting for a long two months for it. . . i don't want to fail again. . . shall go for another refreshment lesson the day before, hope then will be a fruitful one. . . Basically i would say that this weekend had been reserved for willy's birthday. . . 21st birthday, a significant one. . . and Max and Chris had planned a birthday party at his house. . . we were there since friday night. . . spent the entire night preparing for the big day. . . setting up this and that, decorating up the place etc etc. . . it wasn't easy job. . . just having to blow so many balloons with my mouth was a tough and tiring chore. . . but they were all worth it as many begun complimenting about the good job done in decorating up the place later. . . with balloons. . . of course, all of that will go to max, he masterminded all these plannings and did the majority of the decorations. . . Since it was so well done, maybe we can be setting up a firm that specialise in designing parties for people. . . good idea isn't it. . and indeed, one of willy's friend had asked us to help him to design one during his birthday. . . maybe that will kick start the possible venture. .? So i returned home on saturday morning after a night doing things at his house. . . actually planned to carry on the routine every saturday soccer but decided to put it off as it will only exhaust all my energy for the remaining programmes. . . I went for tuition and volunteer programme before joining them back at the party. . . Tuition was still alright, not the volunteer programme. . . pretty ugly. . . It was my programme. . . took over from joey because he have rom to attend. . I was supposed to do a word game then present on the 7wonders of the world. . . so, with the upword i had lent from willy, the word game played wasn't too much tough to do. . . then the presentation. . . i'm armed only with the newspaper article about the 7 new wonders of the world that i had cut out recently, totally not prepared and no idea of these wonders. . . what worst was to bring it across to these children, who in their age of 5-9 need you to say it in the simplest and most interesting way to get their attention and learn. . . so i went in mumbled and fumbled. . . looking at other volunteers with the plead for help whenever i'm stucked. . . it was unexpectedly tough. . . a sigh of relief when it was all over. . . Went back to willy's house for the party when the sky had turned completely dark. . . a lot of his friends had arrived by then. . . willy was busy entertaining his friends, chris running around the house to make sure everything is running smoothly, max was the bartender of the day, mixing and making cocktails for the guests. . . that left with roy, ken and me. . . we became the barbeque men, sitting at the backyard of the house, barbecuing satay and stuffs for the guests. . . undeniably, i always felt sorta being in the wrong place in such occasions. . . as in those occasions where their different group of friends were present. . . i still haven't master the skill of totally opening yourself up and know other people easily, so it became kinda not comfortable in this position. . . i chose to stick to my own group most of the time and it became obviously awkward when yours is the smaller one. . . i guess i still have a lot to do to learn to socialise better. . . nevertheless, satay man i became. . . placed orders and i delivered quality ensured satays. . . i was stucked in the backyard and lost the chance to see some beautiful friends willy have got. . . when everything was over, it was our own session of majong time. . . This time, i must say i'm up in my luck. . . winning times and again. . . i felt kinda guilty. . . simply wasn't there to win their money, it was purely for fun and enjoyment. . . but i did enjoy winning. . . however, after a round or two the fatigue in me started to take effect. . . having sorta double vision and couldn't concentrate properly. . . i felt bad delaying the game by being blur times after another. . . so that was when i passed the game to vincent. . . as he begun losing repeatedly, i didn't make a blink, it doesn't matter since i had won so much by then. . . eventually, i had returned much of the winnings to them. . . that was great. . i won a few dollars this time. . . in fact i had not lost in the past few occasions i had played. . i'm just some noob player, not totally know the rules so i always stick to small cards. . . it was all for the fun so winning or losing wasn't a case for me to concern. . . and i discovered that keeping yourself cool throughout the game can improve your luck on the table. . . so that was some points to not lose. . . That was it then, i returned home early in the morning for the bike revision where i screwed up. . . back home and to tuition again after that. . . meet vincent and willy for dinner after the tuition. . . that ends the weekend. . . |
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