Weekend-is-coming's ranting. Now, I would be very surprised if Liverpool manages to win the EPL this season. A sad fact of life: In the end, there can only be one winner, and he or she is almost always the strongest, the best; there is no second best.
I keep saying that I want to watch one of the movies from the on-going Japanese Film Festival, but just couldn't find the time, all of which filled with work, TV watching ("The Mentalist" rocks! Otherwise, spacing out.), running, after-work fatigue, etc. But I have plan for this weekend: Japanese movies-appreciation bends around running at MacRitche, EPL on cable even. Keeping my fingers crossed.
September will be a busy month. First, running. First weekend is the Yellow Ribbon Prison Run. Really looking forward to it. Then today, I got myself into my organisation's 5 KM charity run, end of September. Then, it's work. And studies, which is another story.
On another note, I was reading "The lies that build a marriage" by Suchen Christine Lim and found it's themes interesting, but the language's usage rather simplistic. That was when I realised what poets the likes of Cyril Wong and Gilbert Koh have done to me (Poetry, by its nature, is intense, condensed, and has that inexpressible quality in language.).