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Today, we went to celebrate my dad's birthday. When I woke up, both my parents were downstairs so I sneaked down and wished my dad a happy birthday. Then I went back up decided what to wear. Somehow most of the clothes that we wore needed to be ironed so my mom ironed her clothes, my brother's and mine while my dad ironed his. He insisted. All of us dressed casual-smart. We hit the road about 11:30 or so. On the way it was a nice drive. Light-hearted with laughter and chatter. We entered Putrajaya and after a slight detour -- due to a wrong turn -- we passed by the Putrajaya International Convention Center (PICC) and it is an impressive building. Abah says it is like a hotel on the inside. There were so many flags outside. All the states' flags along with dozens and dozens of Malaysia's flag; the Jalur Gemilang. When we saw Pullman Hotel from the distance as we approached, we could see the architecture was marvelous. When we pulled into the parking lot and s...

I was on my way to my Mod Math tuition and I was running late. It started raining and I that made me pick up my pace even more. Right outside the Tropika 2 entrance, my bike skidded across the slick concrete sidewalk and I toppled over, rolling. I got back up and went to tuition and had a great time joking and learning. I am now typing this with a plaster over my right palm, scratches on my left palm, graze on my knee and a knee support pad because it feels funny. Oh and I ripped my Jeep jeans. T-T. I liked those very much. Damage to bike*: -twisted handlebars (fixed) -brake handles at a funny angle (fixed) -gear shift at a funny angle (fixed) -allow brake handles scratched up (first in so many crashes) -slightly disaligned front & rear tires (hmm...) *paint job is obviously scratched