I guess my low threshold of heat is obvious without me having to say anything. :|
My classes now start at 6.30am, before the sun even comes up, and finish by 8.30am.
I just had another 2-hour session this morning, and if I were to sum it up in a sentence, it would be - I suck!
I'm serious. I have no motor coordination skills what-so-ever, and boy does it show!
I felt like a complete retard the whole time. How could something so easy to others seem almost impossible for me to master?
The only thing that I looked forward to all morning was for Bee to come pick me up for breakfast.
On that note, I have to mention that Kopitiam 1950 in SS2 serves the most devilish roti bakar (Malaysian-style toast). It comes with half a centimeter thick of butter!
Sinful, yes, but oh-so-good! Truly befitting of a glutton like yours truly. Hehe.
(I'll be sure to take a picture of it next time, IF I remember.)
Bee disapproves of it, but I guess he didn't have the heart to say no to me seeing how I looked like the air has been let out of my balloon after the lesson.
So for now, I get to have the fat-loaded toast with teh tarik (Malaysian-style milk tea) to compensate for the stressful morning I've just had.
Till the next time.