De one with Splashed Weekends

Downpour

All week long I have been looking forward to weekends. This is yet another sports week.

Was lucky enough to be invited to go for a swim and sunbathing with my "swimming instructoress". Haha. Yup, I recalled our free "swimming lessons" at Yio Chu Kang. It's highly unusual for me to embark on radical adventures without clause. If questioned now, I barely remember why or how was I intrigued to learn how to swim back then.

Long stories cut short. That's all in the past, what matters is now. Despite my deprived sleep the night before, I was astonished to find myself waking at 7+ in the morning. The tiny golden angel got Kylie and Nicky to sing and have me awake to be punctual. He even resorted to have the sprites orchestra to play a morning fanfare. Pity to see his bona fide efforts go to waste, for the opal imp had bribed exhaustion to have his troops poisoned my muscles. I swear I heard him chant in rejoice: Abortion of morning run plan is inevitable!"

Good triumphs over evil eventually. I woke up in a nifty, disseminated text messages and left for my appointment after grabbing all the essential stuff into my bag. Perhaps the angel reported to God, who in turn have Apollo ride his chariots of fire to keep the skies clear and the edifice sun shining its glory.

The swim wasn't that bad, in spite of the kids influx. School holidays, sigh. What else to do. But the crowd subsided coming close to 12 when my swimming buddy and I were in comfort benches, incubating ourselves like chicken fillet on the BBQ metal grill.

The sun retired some 2 hours later, figured it out frivolous to remain lying and decided to hit the pool again. Shortly after, we left for lunch! Lunch was a whole new experience. Gotta hand it to my extraordinarily flicker-minded this afternoon. What was decided on chicken rice changed to foodcourt where she had yong tau fu and I had beef noodles. Man, I reminisce my childhood sundays, having beef noodles with my family. Mummy would always organise such bonding-events.

Anyway, no time for weeping. We shopped for a cheap long-sleeve clothing and hang around the venue until Clara needed to buy weird stuff at Balestier.

It was a long long long dehydrating walk, trekking uphills and over. Only to arrive at a shop which had relocated some 500 metres away. No choice lor, gotta travel on bus 11: by foot. I got a running stomach, must be my dinner rumble yesterday. End up, we bought nothing. Sigh.

Remember my long-sleeve clothing? It was for the purpose of Sunday's activity - Paintball. Just by saying it, my eyes glow with excitement. My anticipation of permanent paint stains on the outfit and bruising stings from being shot didn't actually materialised. At the end of it, the unexpected superseded the expected. It rained, the fields were muddy, my jeans were stained by mud, not paint splashes. There wasn't much bruise except a smudge on left shoulder blade. Lucky star's shinning on me. But my finger had a slight cut. It's pretty tiring, running back and forth. Think I'm getting old. Haha.

We played three. Team won two out of three matches. I think I didn't have much to contribute. Lol. It was pretty chaotic, fast-ball and the rain only makes the game even more muffled and urgh.. the mask fogging due to the cool climate and our warm breathe. For what is worth, it's pretty stress relieving to fire off the unexpanded rounds. Finally comprehend why people love "Call of duty", "Counterstrike"; "Live shooting" at arcades, dota-gound and for the wealthy, rifle-range. Be warned, it's expensive. Haha.

Felt the need to purchase my Xmas gift and wrapper. Again, my initial plans kept changing course. I eradicated the traditional wrapping idea and tried something boldly contemporary. Got my grinning. Love it. Well, it's less than a month to the remarkable day when Jesus was borned. Have you started checking your Christmas shopping list already?