City to Surf
On sunday my brother and his best friend Scott and I ran the 35th city to surf. It was awesome! We pass the starting line around 10:05, i crossed at 11:30 (approx 85mins) with the others following suit not long after. The mass of people, the weather, the scenery; just awesome! We started in the middle to rear of the 'Back of the Pack' which proved a fun experience dodging thru the crowd, scooping drinks along the way. Scott suffered the effects of smoking up Heartbreak hill, nat scootered off but was soon reeled in by yours truely. I highly reccomend to anyone that is considering partaking in the event to do so, even if your to walk the whole thing you will enjoy it!
Tonight touch footy kicked off at Artarmon Reserve. The team consists of the following elite:
Bob
Sai
Den
Quek
Tone
Jacq
Alex
Christine
Ellen and I
We won 6-2, 2 soft tries, in fact the last one scored in the last 5 sec where in front of the ref i touched the dudes foot before he grounded!! Scored 2, assisted 2. Personally played a fun fruitful game but the team performance was somewhat rusty. A good start to the season. Last thursday got linda to play social touch with tone and i in the uni lunch comp we drew 2-2. Finally, a story that may seem weird to you.
It had been less than 3 months, during which flour and water experienced many wonderful and fruitful memories. From the beginning the relationship was plutonic, they would make sauces and all kinds of cakes and goodies that they loved doing together. However as time went by, water became erratic. Varying in flow and temperature, in recent times water would run hot and in short splurges. Mixing with flour, the two combined to produce a thick gooey substance that neither of the two liked. Sometimes on the rare occasion, flour would not have enough water to work with and the net result was a bowl of flour with a thin layer of goo on top.
As flour did not and could not change its nature, it wondered what it could do to resolve this sticky mess. Flour wanted to talk to water, but water was not the best of substances to talk to as it ran deep in its pipes when not open for all to see. So flour lay there in its jar, wondering what it could do, feeling small and helpless.
Posted by sleong at August 16, 2005 01:04 AM