Charity
Saturday, March 8, 2008
Fonts and a portion of art, my forte, but all along I've been drawing with little purpose, only for the posters I needed, cards I made. I shan't publicize my drawings as some may regard it as showing off? =/ Hence it was a really nice feeling when I managed to help Jake with my art, designing a poster for the nomination of an independent student councillor vote.
I had no prior intention of doing it, but spontaneity got the better of me, and I thought it'd be a waste not to help. The feeling of giving is truly warming, and selfishly, I haven't felt this in a while now. Last morning, however, I woke up at a wee 5am to get hotcakes from Mcdonalds for Sabrina's birthday. Cheryl and I met at Bedok interchange before popping over to Sabrina's doorstep with breakfast. Niki came along too, since she's been meeting Sab every morning before going to school.
We got a last minute card for her, and if you zoom in, you'll see a cartoon version of her in it.
Soon we'll all be 18, oh crud.
I caught a glimpse of Phyu Phyu at the interchange, whilst alighting. Messaging her, I realised it was her I really saw, but a shame we couldn't exchange hi's. Like before, a tight uniform that eccentuated a figure, heh, looks like some things never change.
We got a mini cake too, a sports water bottle, tennis socks and a couple of chocolate cookies from a shop she liked.
I'm sensitive. Receiving makes me feel guilty most of the time, unless it's imperative. Like for example when I'm so low on cash that I can't afford food. I've got to cut down on my bills and other expenditures. Come to think of it, I haven't paid for the badminton court bookings for a while now, I think for three games, got to remind myself to ask Xavier how come he hasn't asked, and chide myself too, for forgetting.
After tennis that evening, we went our seperate ways, only to meet back again at Cheryl's aunt's place at 10.30pm for some stargazing, chatting, before she left the next morning for Hokkaido. I'll be bored during this short break, with little to keep me company. Hopefully badminton or a movie'll come out of the plans and I won't keep thinking about missing someone away overseas.
Her aunt's place, Villa Marina, only a short 10 minute walk away from my place. En route, I took a shortcut via some grassy field, only halfway through when I noticed a solitary tombstone eeriely in the middle of the field. I brisk walked all the way, keeping my eyes firmly on the lamppost ahead.
The clubhouse looked like a hotel in the night, stunning, with shimmering stars above. Mesmerizing..
Or, I could stay at home all day and play ft. Hur hur. JC life's starting to toughen up, wonder if I'll lag behind. Some of the retainees I know scored 12 and 13 for O's, a bit of a fright. Naive was I to think that only those with perhaps 15+ would stay back :S
penned by joel at 8:16 AM
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