Last Teen Year

Living your childhood was probably slow and really educational. But what happens when we hit the teens? Doesn't everyday seem to get shorter with each year you accumulate? Just realised that it was my last teen year... What happens when you're 19?

Saturday, June 17, 2006

Not so average Saturday...

After spending a long night online, I finally knocked off at 4am, reading myself to sleep.
Seriously, maybe reading the phonebook will be a good idea.

The kelong trip was cancelled!
Something I was quite happy about.
Don't get me wrong...
I love fishing and the sea and the beach and all, but spending all your time tying hooks on, baiting the rods and unhooking the fish from your Mom's rod can get really tiring.
It would be something else to go with friends.

Instead of fishing in Mersing, we decided to fish at Malaysia's neighbour!
SINGAPORE!
The East Coast to be exact.

Mom stayed at a bench by the shore.
Dad and Jeremy did the fishing (Fishing using a jiggle is no fun...).
I amused myself by tying knots and lassos and lowering the bucket into the sea from the Jetty to get water.
They caught 6 fish including one that 'burped'.
Well... that fish made this really loud burping noise after we took the hook out.

Then suddenly, the sun faded into the sky...
Dark clouds loomed and the sky began to cry.

I lifted my eyes towards the heavens, and with the rain gently patting my cheeks, I saw...
A HURRICANE!
Oh k, oh k ... It was a miniature one...
Airborne and striking against the grey skies.
I could actually see the droplets of water caught in its motion.
I was humbling to see.

We did not even bother to look for shelter.
I mean, if we were to run to the shelter, we'd still get wet, so might as well stay where we were.

In other words, we were simply lazy...

There were also signs along the beach that stated 'BYOP'
What's that?
It really stands for 'Bring Your Own Pits' (BBQ)
OMG!
What is that man?
Even if you do bring your own pit, you'd need a permit of some sort...

Today felt like what Sundays should be.
But thank goodness my Sundays are not like that.
I spend my whole week looking forward to Sundays because I get to...

1. Sing my heart out in church (the neighbours would complain if I did so at home)
2. Spend some time with my much-missed friends. (Every second is a joy)
3. Play floorball (Even though physical conditioning is a pain)
4. Look forward to Monday simply because it means that Sunday is coming again!

This is living...
Now for the perks...

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