hey-day sunday.

as i looked around the circle, i felt a great deal of love. although the amps were blaring and the polluted youths shrieked to high heavens, my ears heard nothing i grinned, pleased that my body still knew how to respond to this infrequent feeling of appreciation. ive found refuge. i looked up, cliche as it seems. certain that god was looking straight at me from wherever he was, i shot him a smile and said a prayer. heh. (yeah, i was being dramatic for awhile. beware. now you see what hours of non stop reading does to you)
5months. it might not be powerful love, this bond we share, but it is merciful. as if by clockwork the circle began to laugh. i instinctively joined in. i didnt bother to ask why. it didnt matter, i looked around and i breathed in the atmosphere. dont count the minutes, forget the years, just count the moments.
on the other hand, father decided to actually spend the end of sunday with us after all. (us as in mother and dearest rascals). managed to scooped in two more novels at times, pavilion. (yes, pavilion again.) oh, and hello old routine. welcome back. went for dinner later on. then thats it. oh well, at least father did spend time with us. although its very obvious you have that i-am-forced-to look plastered on your face. heh. ego punya cicakman. i still dont understand why mother married father. ops, no offence father. perhaps ive said too much. i love you still.
sidenotes : a) im done reading Glamour. yeay. b) mother, you rock all time.