Well, luck's raining on me
Good morning, ladies and gentleman. I am awake by 4 plus in the morning, blogging.
It will appear I finally manage to secure a job along with Kitty de. Monday will be our first day of work. Lols, Kitty's miracle has happened.
Anyway, I went for cycling after receiving the good news. It took a long time because dad had to install the new bicycle rack on the car to bring the bicycles with us to East Coast.
It would seem that 'big kid' mum always had to be held up by something and the first time was, "Ahh, my cap!" I looked back through my left rear view mirror (Ok. My bike has a rear view mirror on my left handle and when I pointed this out, mum was like, "Not for you to admire yourself one") only to see mother chasing her cap which was blown by the strong wind.
It was great to see people fishing as mum led us to the pier before turning back.
And boy, did we cycle a long distance. Seriously, we started from somewhere near a golf course and ended up cycling to the Big Splash. (You guys doubt me then try it). All the while, the sky was darkening with the clouds pressing down on us.
We entered the KFC in the Big Splash and started to feast when it drizzled. What excellent timing. Oh yea. We also received two food storage containers from our purchase I think.
After which, we cycled to Marine Parade. Mum went, "How far to Marine Parade to get ah girl's things?" Dad was unlocking the chain lock of the bicycles and went, "Not far." When mum gave him a "Far la?" look, he went, "Hello, Ah-soh ah. We cycled passed Marine Parade already lehx." At this, I burst out laughing because mum looked so ignorant of this fact.
From cycling trip to a shopping trip. Black Shoes mum found was cute and cost $6o plus socks was around $70.90. The black shoes i found only had a shoe size of up to 5. Diaos. I really have to work hard lehx. As mon-mon will go, "Sayang. $$ de"
Finally, another thing to note is that on the return trip (Well, we have to cycle back) mum's old bike (That bike I could remember was really old) actually had a problem- the paddle came out. Luckily again, we stopped by the bicycle rental shop and dad went in to ask for the tools.
Unluckily, when we reached the car and had to unscrew the front wheels (The bicycle rack can only carry up to 3 bikes and we place 2 on it) of brother's bike, dad, who was wearing thick gloves, dropped the spring and nut that was crucial to the front wheel.
"Shit!" he cursed and sighed as I reached down and literally placed my palm on the road to aid the search. Brother was really like a robot- he stood there until I cried out, "Yo! Make yourself useful. You're the one with the eagle eyes here," before he took a brief glance.
Must have took like, 50 minutes to dismantle the bicycles to put in the car, hoist up the rack and search for the spring.
All this time in the spring searching, mum was getting more and more frustrated at dad's stubbornness and time wasting while I tried my best to find the spring. I even went, "Springy, come on, you gotta be here. Springy, answer me" (Do not ask me why I am cooing to a spring)
After a while of spring ,not soul, searching, dad hoisted the rack with little help from brother (seriously, he's a robot) while I learnt a trick or two on it. One last attempt, he went, "I am going to reverse my car to find the spring. If cannot find then just go to the bicycle repair shop."
Naturally, we all stepped back and I placed my palms down on the dirty tar road one last time and found the lost spring. Apparently, my cooing had worked and god must have heard it too. Anyway, I held it up, in wonderment and joy as dad told me to pass it to him which I did.
Back in our car park, we had to remove the rack and restore the bicycles when the nut slipped again. But this time, it was not on the tar road and there was sufficient lighting and so, it was fine.
I looked at my left palm and saw that my skin had a light cut while my right fish also had a cut, probably through mishandling of the bicycles. Dear me, I am an accident prone girl. Lols...
Then today, I had a dream that I was wondering, "I would have made other friends if I had taken another road" while I was walking down the street. Opposite of me, there was a banner hung on the fence (green ones). Next to me, a guy was trying to solve the problem.
I looked up and saw a MATHS PROBLEM. I am not kidding. I wasn't even freaked out by it. It was a problem on PYTHAGORAS'S (spelling) THEOREM. Suddely, I find myself refreshing on Maths in my dreams...
I still remembered muttering, "The longest side is Hypo. Therefore left Adj and Opp. That (points to left) should be Adj." And the guy in my dream I remember was stuck on it and that's when I woke up.
What's that supposed to mean? A sign that I will fare well in Maths after this holidays? This is so... scary.
It will appear I finally manage to secure a job along with Kitty de. Monday will be our first day of work. Lols, Kitty's miracle has happened.
Anyway, I went for cycling after receiving the good news. It took a long time because dad had to install the new bicycle rack on the car to bring the bicycles with us to East Coast.
It would seem that 'big kid' mum always had to be held up by something and the first time was, "Ahh, my cap!" I looked back through my left rear view mirror (Ok. My bike has a rear view mirror on my left handle and when I pointed this out, mum was like, "Not for you to admire yourself one") only to see mother chasing her cap which was blown by the strong wind.
It was great to see people fishing as mum led us to the pier before turning back.
And boy, did we cycle a long distance. Seriously, we started from somewhere near a golf course and ended up cycling to the Big Splash. (You guys doubt me then try it). All the while, the sky was darkening with the clouds pressing down on us.
We entered the KFC in the Big Splash and started to feast when it drizzled. What excellent timing. Oh yea. We also received two food storage containers from our purchase I think.
After which, we cycled to Marine Parade. Mum went, "How far to Marine Parade to get ah girl's things?" Dad was unlocking the chain lock of the bicycles and went, "Not far." When mum gave him a "Far la?" look, he went, "Hello, Ah-soh ah. We cycled passed Marine Parade already lehx." At this, I burst out laughing because mum looked so ignorant of this fact.
From cycling trip to a shopping trip. Black Shoes mum found was cute and cost $6o plus socks was around $70.90. The black shoes i found only had a shoe size of up to 5. Diaos. I really have to work hard lehx. As mon-mon will go, "Sayang. $$ de"
Finally, another thing to note is that on the return trip (Well, we have to cycle back) mum's old bike (That bike I could remember was really old) actually had a problem- the paddle came out. Luckily again, we stopped by the bicycle rental shop and dad went in to ask for the tools.
Unluckily, when we reached the car and had to unscrew the front wheels (The bicycle rack can only carry up to 3 bikes and we place 2 on it) of brother's bike, dad, who was wearing thick gloves, dropped the spring and nut that was crucial to the front wheel.
"Shit!" he cursed and sighed as I reached down and literally placed my palm on the road to aid the search. Brother was really like a robot- he stood there until I cried out, "Yo! Make yourself useful. You're the one with the eagle eyes here," before he took a brief glance.
Must have took like, 50 minutes to dismantle the bicycles to put in the car, hoist up the rack and search for the spring.
All this time in the spring searching, mum was getting more and more frustrated at dad's stubbornness and time wasting while I tried my best to find the spring. I even went, "Springy, come on, you gotta be here. Springy, answer me" (Do not ask me why I am cooing to a spring)
After a while of spring ,not soul, searching, dad hoisted the rack with little help from brother (seriously, he's a robot) while I learnt a trick or two on it. One last attempt, he went, "I am going to reverse my car to find the spring. If cannot find then just go to the bicycle repair shop."
Naturally, we all stepped back and I placed my palms down on the dirty tar road one last time and found the lost spring. Apparently, my cooing had worked and god must have heard it too. Anyway, I held it up, in wonderment and joy as dad told me to pass it to him which I did.
Back in our car park, we had to remove the rack and restore the bicycles when the nut slipped again. But this time, it was not on the tar road and there was sufficient lighting and so, it was fine.
I looked at my left palm and saw that my skin had a light cut while my right fish also had a cut, probably through mishandling of the bicycles. Dear me, I am an accident prone girl. Lols...
Then today, I had a dream that I was wondering, "I would have made other friends if I had taken another road" while I was walking down the street. Opposite of me, there was a banner hung on the fence (green ones). Next to me, a guy was trying to solve the problem.
I looked up and saw a MATHS PROBLEM. I am not kidding. I wasn't even freaked out by it. It was a problem on PYTHAGORAS'S (spelling) THEOREM. Suddely, I find myself refreshing on Maths in my dreams...
I still remembered muttering, "The longest side is Hypo. Therefore left Adj and Opp. That (points to left) should be Adj." And the guy in my dream I remember was stuck on it and that's when I woke up.
What's that supposed to mean? A sign that I will fare well in Maths after this holidays? This is so... scary.
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