I will be cycling at East Coast Park later at 11am.
I love to cycle!!!
Actually I want to go Pulau Ubin more, but it's better than nothing, right? Speaking of which, Pulau Ubin is a place which I love and hate. I've forgotten how many times the mosquitoes there have attacked me, and how many times my father glared at me after looking at the number of bites I have got, but all these seriously do not stop me from going to the land of mosquitoes and sandflies. I just love the boat ride and everything about that island! I love it so much more than Sentosa. Sentosa is too commercialised, people! Although Ubin has definitely more lizards, I'd rather live in there, and do fishing with a stick or something. I don't know, that is how modern I am! Erh, I was just kidding, I'd rather stay at home, close all my doors and windows, poke minute holes that lizards can't crawl through for ventilation, spray zillions of bottles of baygon and try to not breathe them in and scatter all sorts of herbs, spices, dried fruits, for example, cinnamon sticks, dried limes, and also some kind of white powder that is proven to be the most effective of all, all over the house to prevent lizards from even coming near my fortress! I'll stay in here, prepared with a broom and baygon, ready to do anything to exterminate all these evil creatures!
I've sidetracked so much, but anyway, who wants to volunteer and do a good deed? Who wants to serve the community and help the disabled?
Teach me how to rollerblade!!!
Yes, you are definitely doing a good deed by teaching me how to blade! And yes, I've been feeling so disabled walking in those mad wheels. Yes, you saw it correctly! I walk in my blades! Although I can walk and run, blading can also be considered one of the basics right?
Teach me how to run with wheels!!
disclaimer: the author has the worst balancing skills. Tested and certified in all sorts of climbing activities, especially in the soils of China. She hopes that all her ocip mates, especially those who were in the publicity team, have already forgotten those bitter-sweet times..

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