.:Chikine's 20th Layout:.

ok here's a treat to those who read my blog. I had gone for a cycling trip@Pulau Ubin last weekend. And Boy does everything ached. My ass ached, my bum ached, my back ached, my palm sored. It was like undergoing military training, thank goodness i'm a girl, therefore, NO NS...Heheheh(,")...
But the thrill of going down the slope was a thrilling one, not to mention the painfully thrill of having to slogged my way up the hill. Let me tell you a secret, i'm not a good cyclist, actually that was only my 2nd time cycling in my whole naive life. Before that, never, the first time i cycled was also at Ubin and at that time Enell had taught me how to cycle only a week before my first step in Ubin. So there i was struggling to cycle and screaming at Enell and dear cousin to get out of my way even though they were still way up ahead of me. Well, Can't blame me, i'm terrified of people banging to me, so i actually had their welfare in mind.
Oh ya, not to mention that we were roasted at the Ubin and in bus no 2. Why in bus? the ubin was hot but while we were in bus no2, it was even hotter, all thanks to dear cousin idea. As he and me lives in the west, we are used to taking Trans Island bus instead of SBS.So when we hopped to a double deck no2, on our journey back, he wanted to reminisce his childhood by sitting at the very the first seat so that he could see the big screen of the bus. But wrong timing lah, Bro...We were in the bus where the sun was high up in the sky so we got roasted ok...Even the air-con doesn't help at all. By the time we wanted to move behind, the view behind was dark, it was filled with Banglas lah...Can't blame them for being smarter than us.
Ok dear cousin, tell you again ok, the next time you wish to sit the very front seat, do it at nite ok. I don't want to become a dendeng yg di-salai...