f**k- the sound of a bad night.

I had quite a bad day today. I tried to cycle to the Chinese graveyard. But it was locked up, and next to a busy main road. With a sigh, I pedaled back to the village and looked for something or somewhere interesting to do.

I had to settle with just entering the mouth of an oil palm estate and turning back when i saw the silhouette of a dog at the end of the dirt road. No more dog chases, PLEASE!

I rode around, and found a nice estate to ride paralel to. Unfortunately, the road was full of jagged stones and such. So I had to go back.

I went to the main basketball court(which was empty at the time) and, for the first time in my life, cycled in circles with my eyes closed. Quite scary.

Later my brother and i played a weird version of dodgeball.

It involved him trying to hit me off the bicycle with a basketball. It didn't work.

Later, we played monopoly. With my grandpa.

I beat em both flat.

My brother got all upset.

I got some bad news later on.

And my brother kept asking to play chess.

To regain his lost monopoly honour.

So I gave him a chance. We ended up playing checkers instead.

I won on both rounds.

My winning streak meant nothing.

Because I hate bad news.