Mesra, Cepat Dan Betul

Sitting here on a Sunday evening at the nearest starbucks sipping a raspberry frap surfing the web. How else could I spend my last day before the start of the FIRST five day work tomorrow.

And as unbelievable as it may seem, I went for badminton. Let me repeat, BADMINTON. You know, the sport with shuttle cocks, racquets… running here and there, aim, hit the ball that comes anywhere into your part of the court. Yes, me did it. I played. Amazing. I am considering doing it weekly. Unbelievable? Believe it.

A short story- Car+Stolen=Police Station.

CHOI! No! its not my car.

So many things we take for granted. When its always available, we tend not to take much notice. But when its gone, we somehow realize how much we rely on the lost. But sometimes in the midst of business, it seems too little for our concern.

Alright. There. My weekly post of ramblings. Not very interesting or flowery. This week is a not very socially productive week, no participation at the BERSIH march petition thing or such. Mundane is me, me is mundane.