This morning, my parents brought me to the Padang Kebajikan for some morning exercise. Despite skipping breakfast, it was a lot of fun, 'cause exercising isn't exactly a family routine that my parents would keep. The last time my parents did this was probably three years ago, or longer; we would go to the Bukit Shahbandar on Friday or Sunday afternoons, but we stopped, I forgot why. Malas kali. HAHA.
After walking and jogging round and round the track, I joined my dad and his office people for some futsal. But I sucked. HAHA.
Being there at the Padang Kebajikan, it got me thinking of Sports Day and Laksamana. But I'm not talking Laksamana's win.
For the past five Fridays, I would usually wake up early to go to school to join the juniors' marchpass practice. Although that was the intention, I'd usually go jalan with my parents and they would drop me off at Serusop's Teguh Raya, not at the school, as it was already too late. Then, I'd have to go to the mosque for Friday prayers and join Fadhil, Bahri and others I know. After sembahyang Jumaat, me and Fadhil would go to Hua Ho and I'd buy some drinks/food to bring to the Laksamana field performance practice, which would then occupy my whole afternoon. :D
My point is: I kind miss that. I might have got used to that, a bit, or a lot, 'cause it really was fun and I enjoyed being at the practices. Having friends or people to hang out and have fun with is better than staying at home not doing much, anyway. Haha.
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