Firstly, I would like to apologise to that woman who's called Man. I'm really sorry girl. I've been going out with my family a lot and I mean really a lot. We'll go out soon okay? Not to the library though, because I have more than enough books at home waiting for me. But we can go cycling soon. (: I'll date you soon, okay?

Having said that, the whole of today was spent outside. For the first time after so many months, I actually got up from bed before midday. I woke up at a record time of 10.30 a.m. Very astounding. All the commotion because the air con men were here to do servicing. Shortly after they left, we were off to some alleyway for lunch. Okay, the eating place isn't really located at an alleyway. It's just one of those you know, eating houses found plentiful in supply along arab st, bussorah st, jalan pisang etc etc. Yeap. And we all had nasi padang.

After lunch, Baba drove us to ECP since we've all been bugging him about cycling. I had my reservations at first because everyone refused to get onto the 2-seater bike with me. The point is, I didn't know how to cycle. After much coaxing from Nana and persuasion from Baba, I found myself struggling on that two-wheeled thing called the bicycle. Having been unable to cycle all my life, mastering this was almost a titular effort. But in just a few minutes, I was good to go. I must say however, that you haven't really learnt to cycle until you've fallen and get bruises and scars on your otherwise almost-flawless legs. So to say that I brought home with me a few scars and bruises is an understatement. I have a strained ankle ligament and aching groin. To illustrate in a more explicit manner, I feel like I've testicles when I walk. But that's probably because I cycled a wee bit too much.

We left ECP earlier than expected because of the sudden downpour and then proceeded to West Coast for dinner. With all the hype going on; my new-found ability to cycle, and the hunger, we had clean forgotten that we were supposed to go to Expo for some underwear shopping. hur hur.

In any case, I'm guessing that west coast would have been as fun as shopping for new panties and bra because we were in delirium when we got there. Boy, I could hardly contain the convulsions of delight the minute we laid eyes on the playground. I must have forgotten at that moment in time that I'm on my way to almost becoming an adult. But fun knows no boundary (does that make sense?), so hey. I was so proud of myself when I successfully made my way to the top of the pyramid at the playground without much hassle. hur hur. eksyen seh. The view from on top was simply breathtaking. Hmmmm macam nak pergi lagi sehhh.

But you wanna know what really made my day?

It was a cute fat boy who was literally slapping and smothering his body with sand when all his other friends were busy ummmm skimming. God knows what madness compelled him to do such a thing and at the same time shout to his friends who're in the water, "Hey, (abu/zaki/ali) pasir ni sejuk sehhhhhh".

-_-

That translates to "Hey, (friend's name) the sand feels kinda cool". And he was just so cute because he looked all wobbly and flubbery. Okay, I'm just mean.