On April Fool 08

My day started with an 8am lecture.
As i woke up late i didn't have anything for breakfast, so by 9 i'm starving...
I got to Union house, bought a bacon and egg bun with bbq sauce, grabbed a copy of 'The Age', and found a nice place that overlooks a deserted north court (it's usually packed)..
For that hour i enjoyed my bun reading today's newspaper.. it's been long since i did that actually.. only in penang, never in aus before..
I guess that's why i am feeling pretty sunny for the next lecture, and for the rest of the day i still feel quite happy..

I'm blogging right now because i just had to put a new thing down into memory. (For the 1st time again, lol) i played tennis!
Thanks to Alan, who invited me to play tennis, and borrowed a racquet from his housemate, and Kenny, who taught us the theories of tennis, and Andy, for playing the game haha.
This is the second time i hold a racquet (and the ball) and briefly learnt how to serve. Kenny is so patient he waited for me to pick up the ball after a return that i could not aim properly at, or a serve that doesn't go pass the net... roughly it took me a minute or so to successfully serve a ball across the net (so poor Kenny has to wait =P)

After around an hour of 'training' we played 2 on 2... oh ya missed out the part where Alan's tennis ball flew out of the fence and hit a car, which the alarm is set off for a while (lucky the owner's not around), and there's a second time the ball hit the car again (this time is my fault) it stays silent. (Perhaps it has developed resistance to concussion?)
As i was positioned to the side nearer to another court, i always have the problem of hitting the ball offside, sending it rolling across the neighbouring court and (paiseh-ly) stopping the guys from throwing the ball into the air (to start a serve) [throw ball into air and then catch the ball again because our ball just invaded their court]... XD

Weather was fine, sunny and windy, and i smacked a layer of sunscreen before playing, but as i got home and looked into the mirror, a hot burning face stared back at me. Lol not that burnt, very mild over-heating i should describe...
And just now i was watching a show titled: 'My shocking story: Living without skin' Today's show features a brother and sister, both with a rare genetic disease (i don't know what the scientific name is) but they are called 'butterfly children' because they are born without skin, and butterfly is used simply to show how fragile they are, just like butterflies.
The show documented their daily life, how they are supposed to change dressing on their skin everyday, how they get on with life and so on. The brother, Joshua, is now in uni studying accountancy, and the sister, Sarah, is in final year of high school. Sarah's condition is worse, she needs to undergo skin grafting every month. It's like a major procedure to patch new skin on bare flesh.
I gripped myself tightly when i see their grimaces as a result of a painful encounter, and i felt like 'Ouch' for them...

Ouch. My skin too. I'll love my skin even more from today onwards. I better go smudge moisturiser now before i wake up tomorrow to find my skin peeling off...