martes, agosto 10, 2004
[ 639. National Day ]
I'm too sick to protest. First time ever since i stepped out of that dreaded eastern island, i've been attacked with a fever. Well, i could possibly argue that it's somewhat predictable. I've been putting up with on-off sore throats, alternately blocked and runny nose, cough and muscle aches. What complete the course is now here: the fever.
Yesterday's parade was good. Since most Singaporeans has watched it i shall save my comments, due to language and vocabulary limitations. Don't think anyone would like to hear 'nice' and 'good' and 'fantastic' and 'wonderful' anymore. According to my GP teacher, these words are considered essay suicides. Anyway, the fireworks were wonderful fantastic nice awesome. The feeling of being covered over by those exploding sparks high above you is indescrible. The manner it lights up the whole sky atop the stadium was just like a reflection of hope and joy, and displayed by those flowers and colourful blazes. Though i caught it on camera... but the feeling will never be the same. Awaiting next weekend's fireworks festival. Excitedly. =)
Oh great. Anyone knows what does it mean when there's blood in your phlegm?
Anyway, here's my cousin. Cute, isn't he?
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