Went for my dance class as usual this afternoon, and yeah, we finally finished our jive routine. Surprisingly, there were only six of us in the danceroom, i wondered where the rest had gone to? Somehow, i could not focus today, missed some moves at the beginning, but managed to get back to the right track after a while. WHat was i thinking then? Somehow, i'm befuddled, over something that could not be described. Later on, i trudged to the MRT station and boarded the seemingly long train ride to my grandma's house. With my great eyesight, i strained my eyes to look out for my uncle beneathe the MRT trackes.(btw, the tennis court is below the tracks of the train) And yeah, i spotted my uncle with his Mohawk hairstyle, coaching tennis with a bunch of teens. Feeling sunny in my soul, i apparently skipped my way to the tennis court, waving vigorously to my uncle through the fence, layered with nets. I was doubting if he knew who he was waving to, but i continued waving, paying attention to his gesticulations. It suddenly drives me to head down to the tennis court, armed with a tennis racket, and hit my very first tennis ball. Well, i hope so. Met my mum, together with truckloads of groceries bag being gripped by our hands, we dragged our feet to my grandma's house. Played poker cards with my cousins for more than an hour, and tucked into the scrumptious food:)