I woke up at 7 this morning to play Saturday Morning tennis with mum's coach and a group of others kids, all younger than me (2-4 years younger than me, to my surprise) - a tournament was taking place. As I sat on the couch in the comforts of our living room, I couldn't help but notice that the sky was still suffocating with haze as a result of the Sumatran fires. I sighed and continued to finish my bowl of cereal.

The weather hasn't been great at all. It's been hazy all week and many people have been affected by the smoke in health. On top of that, the usual air pollution that Malaysians produce each day makes it even unbearable. This weather sucks the fun out of everything.

Tennis was fine. With one more match to go and no time left, the weather was looking the same - add heat and sweat and haze together and what do you get? I might have caught something bad from the heat because I still have that headache I had felt from 5 hours ago. Anyway, I came in second place. That was for challenging a Year 9 girl (who had just finished her PMR and was one of those oh, i'm old enough to wear skimpy little tennis skirts and flirt with innocent boys of my age ohhhh girls) for first to 6 points in the unbearable heat. She was leading, but gave up. What a wimp.

I came home, and immediately fell asleep on my bed. An hour later, I had something to eat and then fell asleep shortly after some fruits. I woke up about an hour later and I return to my computer. I looked out through the window and saw something that stunned my eyes. I quickly got up and went out to our balcony, where I found a view to kill.

The haze has disappeared! The skies are blue, with large (of course!) drabs of clouds across it. The buildings, trees, hills and cranes are all in sharp and fine detail. The sun is out, giving everything a nice light reflecting off the surfaces, and pretty shadows across the land. I was surprised at how quickly the skies had just cleared up, compared to the morning, when it was all still hazy and miserable.

A before and after...

I finally had the chance to catch Talladega Nights: The Ballad of Ricky Bobby, and I did so with Shaz and Ray (who I haven't seen in months) at Midvalley.

An excellent film. It's very light-hearted, and a typical Will Ferrel movie. Although I believe that this is his finest movie so far. He's such a good actor. I simply adore his dark humour and randomness. He did write the film anyway, I think. After Anchorman, of course! An absolute must see movie, believe me. x)

Later that day, mum, Ri and I joined Su-Yi and her parents, Uncle Patrick and Aunty May for a delightfully filling and smelly Korean BBQ dinner at Desa Sri Hartamas. The dinner included many little dishes like mashed potato, seaweed, spinach and steamed egg; alot of barbequed meat and (I think,) pork; many bottles of Korean alcohol, sort of like the Japanese sake called (I think...) Chawan Isun; and a whole lot of random nonsensic chat. The restaurant, in one word, FRENZIED. That is all I can say. FRENZIED.

Well, ask me this: have I started working on my holiday homework? Eh, am I even supposed to have holiday homework, seeing that I am basically now in Year 12 and am starting whole brand new topics in the next term, hence I shouldn't have been given any work whatsoever? Guh, I have homework to complete for TAFE, which ended last term, but in order to PASS the course, I need to have completed/attempted all tasks given. Sighs. What a bother.

Should get cracking, anyway. Sighs.

Cheers!

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