<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(//www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar/1143393021949264938?origin\x3dhttps://th-chainedbenevolence.blogspot.com', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe" }); } }); </script>



♡ The substitute for the previous posts
Wednesday, June 4, 2008, 3:49 PM
For Monday, we cross board JB. Called it a short trip vacation, but at last 'a visiting to aunts and uncles' trip. What a boredom.
For real, Daddy contemplate to watch movie in JB but mama had to settle some important and urgent matter first before anything.
After a long discussion at my grandfather's house in Pontian, we realised that it is getting late by the time we deposited our money in the May Bank nearby his house to rush to our first day KUMON session.
Unknowingly, Daddy said the session started at 6.30pm or so and planned to stop at the nearby shop to take a rest before encountering the jammed situation later at the TUAS checkpoint.

What?
Are they serious?
All the shops are widely open and looks welcomed but guess what, the meal that I ordered was out of stock, in addition not only my 1st order, but a few orders was not available. Alas, I raised a white flag approaching mama to order anything that is/are available....
Just then when I realised Asyura. Hehehe... what a coincidence. Generally in informally, we greeted hi to each other. Asyura and the gang just placed the table across us. Though we are profusely close in school, I find rather odd talking in comfort when her family is around... so all we did is smile. Hahaha

Time to go back. I didn't even try one stick of the satay, mood off as waiting for the KUMON moments to come in just a split of a second. Threw another friendly sort of smile to Asyura signaling I'm off back home.

The checkpoint was busy with vehicles that were desperate in heading off to Singapore. As I watched each vehicles passing by, I thought each seconds that have passed by without prior notice.
Now, I'm waiting to KUMON first ever lesson.