Yes, once again it has come to the day that we bid good bye to the rest day.
Saturday was actually the day that I should have gone with my father sister for the Tomb Sweeping. But as I have an outing by my class I have to forgo it.
The outing was for the photography class, location was at Botanic Gardens. Ah yes, Botanic Garden such a familiar, common place that you might heard. I have head of it as early as primary school but have never been in there once though hard to sad. The experience there on Sat was a very valuable, fruitful and eye opener for me.
Such beautiful landscape, architecture and plants. Took pictures with the guidance of the lecturer and experiments. This type of knowledge is some how not able to be taught within 4 plain walls, with an overhead projector reflecting the RGB colors onto the white screen. This is priceless.
The one bad thing is the sun. With the scorching UV rays shining over us, each of us was becoming like the reaction of Ice under the sun. Melting and with droplets of sweat over the foreheads, slowly sliding down the contour of the organic structure of our facial organs. Me was intense, beads of droplets rolling down like a droplets of water descending from the atmosphere. Yes, my shirt was drenched, glasses fogged and the whole body was like being coated with a layer of slime, sticky and wet. This is one thing that I myself cannot withstand. Sweating and clothes clinging onto your body like inseparable twins, and it gets even better.
When it come to a half time break, the welcoming of cold, breeze as we took the first step through the automated sliding enterance to the public dinning area.
The feeling was mutual for all of our comrades for the outing upon entering. Sat around 2 circular tables connected tangent to each other communicating, getting to know each other. Then suddenly, at a corner sat 3 fellows of the comrades unconnected to that pack. Savoring the meals that 2 bought, with one ended up emptied the remains of what is left.
Well, time pass by like F1 monsters zooming past the audience stand. The second round of the outing was on the way with us journeying through the blazing sun, high over heads .
Continued with our purpose, "Shooting" innocent lifes.
It was during 4pm where out mighty leader concluded the fantastic journey of discovering Botanic Garden, then did we notice of the extreme speed that time greeted us. Slowly after the debrief, made our way to the enterance of the place, where we bid each other and went our ways like the disbanding of a wonderful team of players.
My skin was like the color of Ferrari Red. Thus givinga distinctive high contrast of color of my arm. Had a small treat of Ben&Jerry at Dempsey Hill, before heading out to meet the other half.
Was at Jurong east, went to IMM for a dinner and some groceries shopping.
Sunday was just another boring day where no one seems to have the idea of going out.
Why is that so?
Have all the people been infected by Sunday Blues instead of MOnday Blues?
Used to go out on sunday to meet father but now its like getting less and less why you may ask, because of mother who do not wish to go out. The reason being that going out is just going repeated to the same location without any variation. But sunday is suppose to be a family day, but i guess that it is not the case for my family. Father working, sister going to sch, mother not wanting to go out while me stuck in the room faing the 4 walls and a LCD where I am am connected to the world through.
I am very sick and tired. Every time mother would say to me that I can go and go out with father. I rather not as I have nothing to speak. Therefore, I am constantly thinking why has this happened?
I am confused years ago and am still confuse now.
Weird u say. Well I have nothing to comment on that.
Thats why I am so damned displease, unaccepted with the day that they name SUnday, the day of ending and beginning..
Till another period of the time
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