The sunny raindrops and the gloomy sunshine.

Hi.

Am I boring you?
Seriously.
I mean, I post random but thoroughly thought out posts, I talk about me and I never really make you feel happy.
So, once again, am I boring you?
If so, I feel so sorry.
I can't help it, I'm boring.
Whatever.
Who cares, right?
The principal is boring, but she's still popular amongst ... no, she's no way near POPULAR.
People can't even bring themselves to smile at her.
Seriously.
However, you're not here to know about her, right?
Yeah, you're not.
Let's give her a nice FOB and get on with this post.
So, today, I planned an outing with the guys for some:
Bowling!

Yeah, one of the most enjoyable things to play with friends and/or family.
Even girlfriends but I don't have one so scrap that out.
Heh.
The gang included Faiz, Abbas, Mikel, who brought his little sister and his giant cousin, Farhan and I.
I actually invited MANY, MANY people, but they were either not cool enough to go out or they were too chicken, except for Zahra, I understand her situation.
ZAHRA.
Anyway, mom sent Abbas, Faiz, Farhan and I while Mikel and his followers came by ... wait, I don't know how they went there.
Speaking of location, we played at Skudai Parade for mainly two reasons:

• Cheap ... payment (?)
• Close distance from home

Plus, it was a better idea to play here rather than Angsana.
Suckish bowling alley.
DO NOT GO TO ANGSANA TO BOWL.
Seriously.
We got there, and paid our payments and got lane 11 and 12.
It was Faiz's first time playing and his throw got him a STRIKE.
Not kidding.
And he got more strikes but he wasn't all that.
I didn't manage even one strike but who cares.
We played two games, the first won by Abbas and the second by Mikel.
Oh, before I forget, I fell once.
Nobody could laugh ir blame me because lane 12 is a CURSED lane.
Seriously.
Here are a couple of pictures taken there:
The beginner, Faiz.
Mikel and his trademark pose.

So the reason there aren't that many pictures is because we were all focused on the bowling, that nobody had the time or space to snap photos, which is a great excuse.

Then, we went to eat at:
KFC!

I wanted an Alaskan Fish Burger, but I had to wait 15 minutes for it.
So I changed my order to a Zinger Burger and guess what?
I had to wait 15 minutes for it, too.
OH, COME ON!
So I asked that dude, "what food can I have without waiting?".
And he says, "chicken burger ... chicken".
So I got the Snack Plate thingy.
I only one of the two chickens!
Can you believe that?
Oh, and the whole time we were there, there were these three girls, like, eavesdropping and always looking at us.
They couldn't stop laughing, giggling, chuckling, smiling, BREATHING.
I was like, "you want my number or something?"
I scared them off with a loud giggle.
Heh.
I sure showed them.
I would ask for one of their numbers if I weren't ... oh wait, I can't tell you, mom's reading.
Hi, mom!
Anyway, back to KFC, Abbas showed me this video that I couldn'treally understand but was quite hilarious.
Before leaving, we played with the chicken and leftovers and got this:
We call it, "Ayam Ba-cak". No, actually Faiz calls it that.

Then, we hit the arcade.
Played Daytona USA there.
For the Beginner's level, I got third and for the Advanced level, I got second.
How good am I?
After that, Faiz was eager to teach us how to:
Rollerblade.

He claims to be an expert at it.
Ok, so I'm the one who says he's an expert but it's the same thing once you think about it.
At first, we were all like this:
Falling on the gorund like it was soft and warm.

It most certainly wasn't.
But after awhile, Farhan, Mikel and Abbas got the hang while I always landed on my knee and cramped up my arm.
Farhan wants me to talk about his 'determination' and stuff, but it's not his blog.
Right?
Right.
I have two words that can describe rollerblading for beginners:

1. Exhausting
2. PAINFUL

But that's just it.
Once you're ok, then you'll be like flying through the air without wings and with wheels on the bottom of your shoe, like it's not bizzare enough that people even came to think of doing that.
I sweated like a sweat machine.
Mikel and Abbas brought back home with them blisters and Farhan was all on Faiz's ass, thanking him for teaching him how to rollerblade, saying how appreciative he was, how he'd like to repay Faiz by letting Faiz buying him drinks and stuff.
It's really degrading and embarassing to do that but he does it like he has a right to do it.
I don't really know what I meant but I think it makes sense.
We went off for home around 6.15pm.
Mikel and his followers went back by ... wait, I don't know how they went home.
The rest of us hitched a ride with Faiz's dad.

So here I am, blogging.
I will be heading for KL tomorrow.
I don't know if or if not I'll be updating this blog but who knows?
I'll stop here, seeing that I haven't packed up yet.
Oh, before I forget, I can play some new chords which are Am, A, E and ... well, that's all really.

The true mark of a hero is not when he saves the day, but it is when he knows that saving the day means risking his life to do so.