Another week had passed, basically went to watch competition on mon and fri. On fri a little special, missed school and went to rv high, as well as jurong point for the first time! rv is really great, although the design is somewhat 'metallic' and 'boxy' just like any other new schools or mrt stations, the layout is rather cool, and is really huge! pity the jurong sec beside, the ratio was like 4:1?

Sat went to tim bbq with tai since joel did not turn up. No offense but their cell group are really dead, no enthu at all, but it is successful, esp aaron. So I was out from 9am-9pm... crazy...

That left me lethargic today, whole day mind was rather dead. Had a practice spar without gloves with sx, had wised up a little. Then me and sin5 went to sx house for war-kings commercial production. Really fun, i think sx is really creative to come up with all those props, mostly home-made haha. He had been sustaining my admiration of him. Was a little tired so I guess I was once again not in the best state to act. Next time then.

Just finished watching 'how to train your dragon'. Well again the storyline is predictable, the dragons are so fake. YET they are so CUTE!! (esp the part where the dragon smiled and when it was upside down). It is a typical show that after the whole show I would smile for the appreciation for the great movie and heartfelt message (or rather happily-ever-after bliss) although had no great impact or amazement of it.

By the way I found 'Behaviour of Fish in an Egyptian Tea-Garden' a beautifully carved poem where it could easily made into a essay. One of these days I should attempt on that...

As a white stone draws down the fish
she on the seafloor of the afternoon
draws down men's glances and their cruel wish
for love. Slyly her red lip on the spoon

slips-in a morsel of ice-cream; her hands
white as a milky stone, white submarine
fronds, sink with spread fingers, lean
along the table, carmined at the ends.

A cotton magnate, an important fish
with great eyepouches and a golden mouth
through the frail reefs of furniture swims out
and idling, suspended, stays to watch.

A crustacean old man clamped to his chair
sits coldly near her and might see
her charms through fissures where the eyes should be
or else his teeth are parted in a stare.

Captain on leave, a lean dark mackerel
lies in the offing, turns himself and looks
through currents of sound. The flat-eyed flatfish sucks
on a straw, staring from its repose, laxly.

And gallants in shoals swim up and lag,
circling and passing near the white attraction;
sometimes pausing, opening a conversation:
fish pause so to nibble or tug.

Now the ice-cream is finished,
is paid for. The fish swim off on business:
and she sits alone at the table, a white stone
useless except to a collector, a rich man.