Before.
After (in the dark).
Haha. Gosh i looked burnt. So anyway, it was a day well spent, basking about in the afternoon sun, the cool wind gently caressing my face, immersing my body into the cool ocean water.
Ah bliss.
After solat-ing Maghrib in the tent, we decided to head home. Mom and i suggested going to Lau Pa Sat to have our supper, but dad said he wanted to go home, as he was feeling very tired (although i found that comment weird since he was sleeping in the tent all the way).
So we headed straight home. As the lorry rolled into the driveway (cheh. like bungalow like that. ahahha), i asked,
"Why never go into the Multi-storey carpark straight?"
And to which my dad replied
"I want to wash the lorry."
Kedush. me and my mom groaned. My dad wasnt tired at all, he just wanted to wash his dearest lorry. I tell you, he washes this lorry (which is his company's) like twice a week. If he has his own car, he'll wash it everyday. Isk.
