I took the group photo of the children in my church.
I went to Little India.
I went to a grave.
I went to a waterfall.
I went to a foothill.
I saw a BMW.
I went to a park.
I went to a Rakan Muda Sports Complex.
I went to a fishing village.
I was in the middle of the most ethnic looking Chinese fishing village, with tanned, dark, handsome fishing taukeys driving Mercedes and BMW 5 series.
I went to a swampy forest, a perfect place for a Halloween party.
I caught tadpoles.
I saw monkeys.
I took photos of TWO group of people filming.
I ate the freshest, most delicious crabs and prawns.
And damn, damn, damn, I can only write about it!
God, please don’t let my E and F drive corrupted. How am I going to tell the children, teachers and parents of the batch of Communicants that my computer rosak! God, I promise I won’t take photos of mating monkeys anymore as a trade-off. Please God, keep my photos safe. And while YOU are doing YOUR magic, can YOU make me start to lose weight? God, I had obediently exercise every single day for almost 6 weeks and why can’t that darn, stupid, weighing scale pointer moves? I can even trudge through one hour of swampy jungle walk without puncturing.
Yawn, yawn. I gottta go to bed now. Must serve my emperor 99.