A place where time stops still.
As aptly put by Khai, every time I visit Malaysia, I get this sense of being back in the past. I don't like going there but I don't hate it either. Inasmuch as I'm bored of visiting the country, it has became a habit to go back there (since I go there a few times per year) and it feels just as much as homely as Singapore does. It amazes me how different two countries in such close proximity can be, how certain portions can be so developed and others so run down. I thank God we do have a somewhat capable government, not the most perfect but yet adequate to meet most of our needs.
I am thankful for this trip though, seeing that I won't be able to get much respite once school starts. Neither am I going to be traveling after this year, because Bright's PSLE is coming right up and I don't think my parents want him to be distracted (he doesn't need more distractions anyway, seeing how hyper he is).
The early morning sunrise, taken on my first ever cycling/overnight cycling experience.
The clouds are so beautiful, they look like Chinese paintings. Up til now, I am still shocked at our boldness (or was it us being rash?) at conquering ~58 km, from East Coast to Changi to Pasir Ris, but we did it. It's pretty amazing, to feel the wind in your hair and to push yourself harder to complete the journey. I wouldn't mind doing this again.
Things are so different now.
I wonder what's going to happen in the future.