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Saturday, May 03, 2008
Post exams fun!
pre-post exam activities are expensive

post exams activites are exciting

post post exams activities are exhausting

But all will be FUn!



For fans who doesnt know which is which, let me tell you.



Post exams refers to the Family day at Hall 6 Camp.

Certainly it was fun. nonethless haven got all the pictures yet, hence must wait



Pre-post exams refers to the chilli crab eating, kbox tong xiao session and sakura buffet with coursemates! And trust me, its really expensive.



Post-post exams refers to the physical and mental exhausting activites i've planned for myself. Span across these 3 months.



Yes, since the first day of post-post exam activity had just ended (and its still fresh in my mind). I will start off with this first.

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One more day


I've brought mother back to the sea. Where she belongs.


It has been something she really missed for it had been many many years since she been to the beach.


So Just two of us.

Before I realised it, i learnt alot of her stories within the span of a day than i had all my life.


I hear her stories on how she could easily swim across the sea to pulau ubin and back.
How she spent her free time in the sea with her friends despite disconsent from her grandparents.
How she could spent the entire day in the water only to forget the time and had to rush down to school at night for an important basketball match.
How she made friends with people from ubin.
how she explored the wonders of the sea at night.
How she enjoyed diving into the sea from boats and plunging into the sea from the beach.


"Its because i'm such an active person, that was why your father chase me in the first place," she said proudly.


That was the every first time I learnt something regarding how father and mother meet. The first time any of them mentioned something....
Polly at the changi beach, a guy meet a siao siao sporty lady who keep on plunging into the water and swam for the entire day.
Well, i guess this sort of likings runs in the family.


"When i was young, I always dream of having a guy to come to me and paddle with me in a boat,"she continued putting down her paddle, once again feeling sad that father didnt bring her out to play,"Oh well i didnt expect the first person who ever do so will be you...."

Then straight after paddling. We went for lunch and shop for food for picnic at downtown east.
Then we went to changi beach for a picnic!

Another Perfect Day

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