sundays...

i wasnt a fan of them. in fact, i dun exactly like sundays because i dun feel good on them. no idea why.

but recently.. i'd been staying at home on sundays. and i'm beginning to love sundays.

every sunday i will..
surf net.
have breakfast while watching my teevee.
try not to laugh too loud but still wake my parents.
relax and i try not to fall aslp cos a nap spoils my day.
study and study.
lunch.
back to study.
go for a jog w de sheep in de evening.
give my hair a good treatment after.
take a longggggg shower.
pamper myself w a cooling facial mask.
have dinner while watching my teevee again.
surf net on and off and talk to you (:(:(: countless times thru'out de day.
maybe study a lil.
read newsweek/cleo/novels.
off to bed.

how lovely. (:

but this morning... my sunday was spoiled.

sigh.

they made him broke down (that wasnt exactly their purpose) and he was sobbing so hard.. i couldnt even bring myself to look at him. i only heard him and my tears just flowed out. how useless.

i just wish de incident will stop haunting my family. this is not de first time. but i know as much as we dont want to, we know it will always remain as a scar. as a shadow. as a reminder.

as i'm typing this, i just received a call from you.
i'm thankful for you. (:(:(:
thank you for talking sense into me all de time.
thank you for showing me there's always 2 sides of a coin.

and my brother's back w my sudden craving - calbee hot and spicy chips. havn been eating junkfood until i forgot how they taste like.

anyhows.

i guess i shld be glad dat at least it doesnt rain 24/7.

i miss soaking myself in de sun.