Morning morning

I don't know what got into me, but I was extra energetic yesterday morning. With the gentle zephyr blowing, I suggested that we head to the park. I think I caught Gooly rubbing his eyes in disbelief.

I was even in the mood to cycle with him. As I am vertically challenged, I asked for the neighbour's son's bike, instead of hers (which always causes my derriere to ache). Here is a picture which serves as the portfolio of my adventurous, sporty-self (my 'peace' fingers resting on the handle of the poor bike which has to bear the weight of a horizontally-challenged chica.)


While he got busy with his dino-friends (actually more like soliciting for business), I rested on the slide, and took time to look up at the sky. (I have the time, but usually look at the computer screen only :P) Skies are so pretty, you agree? When I remember, I always look up; while swimming, while at the beach, while cycling. When was the last time you look at the fluffy clouds? I know you did, EW :)



The park was deserted, the kids being at school, the uncles at work, and the aunties at the pasat. So what does that make us? Lonely weirdos?

Whatever laa.. As long as we came back happy. Walking in and then looking at his pics, I kinda wished:
a) weather is always as nice
b) I will always have the mood
c) I will always have the 'time' (ya rite! Excuses!)
d) I will lose some weight (not related, but since I am wishing, might as well..)


But hoh, I am having the sniffles now. Achooo! Achoo! Gee, I think I am allergic to morning activities. Wishing there, allergy here. Very insincere hor? :P