Sunday, beautiful sunday. As expected, I woke up around 11.30 am-the lights and fan were still on so i couldn't tell the difference between day and night. Lame? Whatever. I woke up alone, since my roomie left for church hours ago. Caught me red-handed, as I skipped church? Haha, I went for sunset mass the day before. :) Pretty smart eh? Well, I know that I won't be able to wake up on a Sunday morning, so I made an effort to go on Saturday. Going for mass on Saturdays makes me miss home even more, I usually would be spotted at church on Saturday evenings with family-back in Kuching that is. Why was I sent this far from home? God knows. Things happen for a reason, a saying that never leave my oh-so-crowded mind. In the shower, my head was busy listing chores to do, such as cleaning that messy table of mine, doing a little bit of laundry and sweeping the room. But of course, when my hands and legs refuse to co-operate with my head, all those were left undone. It was noon when my tummy started its own version of opera. Hesitantly, I made up my mind to go to town to satisfy this tummy of mine. I went out alone, that's why. While waiting for a bus to come by, I felt pretty much relieved when I saw a bunch of seniors who intend to go to town as well. It wasn't as awkward as I thought it would be as one of them were nice enough to open up a conversation. It is and will always be that way with Melanie, because she waits for one to start a conversation. And when you do, nothing makes her feel more at home than that. :D just a random fact. As soon as I reached town, I went to the bank-figuring out that my roomie was at the bakery, I planned to go there. But looking at the situation, I decided not to join them lovebirds until my roomie insisted that I stick with them. I couldn't say no. I was lingering around town till about four maybe, I was dead tired. Amazingly, after half an hour lazing in the room-my full-spirited roomie said, SUNDUN let's go play badminton. And again, I couldn't say no. So I went, I had fun in actual fact although I only played for less than an hour. More like twenty minutes, don't ask why. Later on, friends and I joined the rest at the field to mark our handball ground. Of course, we took time to camwhore there-with our huge tees and trackbottoms. SEXY. Right Razky? In between, roomie was brooding about how she wanted bakso so much-I wanted to play badminton again-Classmates were asking for twigs to line the ground-Razky was walking back and forth with his camera!
And here I am, on my bed, together with my jeans bottles of lotion used sheets of tissue trackbottom a Sue Townsend novel Reader's Digest-typing this post out. Looking up, I'll be staring straight at the horribly inorganized table of mine. Gosh such an ugly sight. If my energy allows it, it'll be squeaky clean before bedtime. Maybe I need a maid. Spoilt brat? Ya think? Its just one of those days. Right now, I'm feelin restless and I don't know what to do! I'm thinkin movie, then sleep. Man, I'm clueless. I need the beach, seriously. Someone bring me please!
Quarter life crisis? Maybe.
XOXO
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