A "Fool" Print

At 4pm, the Christmas party started. It was raining heavily outside still. To begin with, we had our usual singing and gaming session. There were many unfamiliar faces, mostly because I hadn’t been to Church for a long time and the party was organized by another cell group. Still, after a period of games and laughter, I am able to mix with the group. The catering was late due to the heavy shower outside. It arrived at 6pm but without the desserts. After an indecisive moment whether to have the desserts delivered, FengQing requested the delivery woman to send it to us around 9pm.

Before our Christmas feast, we had our usual gift exchange. It was a simple arrangement for this time round. Each of us picked up a number and passed the present to the person who holding the next number. At the same time, we needed to express our wishing to the receiver when giving the present. In my plot, I sang a wishing song to my fellow sister. :p Judging by the crowd response, I must say I done rally well. Hahaha,

Subsequently, we had a taste on the food. The catered food was rather good and I liked the curry chicken especially. Despite of taken my lunch at 2.30pm, I finishing 3 plates of rice. The last event was a short inspirational movie clip. Finally, I helped up with the packing and cleaning before going back home. It was 10pm at that time…

Not much has practically done today. I went to the Safra gym to do some body training in the late afternoon. After the gym, I took a slow run from MF Safra to Kent Ridge Park bypass the curving South Buonea Vista Road. It was a slow jog which took me 1.45hr to complete, 15 mins behind my usual pace. Last, I decided to drop off at the Border reading some books to nurture my mind…

A poem that i thot of while running on this drizzling night..

The night is red,
The sky is drizzling,
No sight of life,
Few sight of cars,
A white figure,
Slowly taking its shape,
His running steps,
Rippling through the silent sphere,
Puddles of water,
Pulling his soaking shoes,
Struggling is he,
Raising his strained legs,
And alone he sprints,
Dashing to the darkness end.