first, a double bike is damn fun can ! super tiring lah, but damn fun !
managed to find my way to east coast with the help of partial instructions from val, and directions from a lady at the bus stop. thank you ! (: i'm not a 路痴 after all, ehs? :D
ate, and then managed to persuade becca to get a double bike. the double bike a little short though, cos nadia was the one to be riding infront... ... heh.
cycled, took pictures, and at one of the rest stops, me and val decided to try the double bike. its super fun lah, really ! though the start is a little shaky, and scream inducing. haha.
cycled with becca on the double bike towards the end, and it really is fun. though a little more tiring that the single bike, maybe cos its a double bike ?
OH OH OH !
and while cycling, we saw ms tan ! hahaha, it was a shock lah, quite unexpected.
rebecca, next time we go east coast, we'll fly a kite !
driving before that was okay lah, i mounted a curb though :/ speed too fast alr. haha.
finished work early on friday cos it was my grandfather's birthday dinner !
i was seriously too full alr, must be the fruit punch. lots of funny happenings though...
- mavis splattering the wasabi shoyu on sei-yi's shirt (new, according to her). it was a damn funny moment lah, cos sei-yi literally shrieked. damn funny.
- the wasabi reminded me of clyde telling me it was playdoh while squishing in in his hands.
- the super sour (but nice) ice jelly. hahaha !
- the spaghetti, curry, broccoli, rush for the chocolate éclairs, watching tv and all.
went to uncle's house after that, at chinatown.
its amazing ! though its still rather bare, without much furniture.
the view is great though, cos at the 20th storey, there really isn't anything blocking his window. ahhhh~
aye, i shall go to sleep already. its 1:54am, and i am so going to sleep at work tomorrow.
"If I've learnt one thing it's that you're the only person who decides what you are capable of. Self-belief is like a muscle and the more you test yourself the stronger it gets."
Dの嵐~!
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