I wish Sunday's morning never come to an end.Why must Monday comes right after Sunday?Even the word Monday denotes a depressing note.Just try pronouncing Monday and it sounds sad.

Could have slept till late morning or afternoon but uncle is bringing Chuan En to pray to the ancestors.
So woke up like 10am and start clearing my room right after downing a (weak) chocolate drink,some bread and some silly kids' programmes.(that's replaying forever.I swore I watched those before sometime back)

Chuan En was still that shy and introvert gal.Now a year old and is about to walk on her own. While she took after most of our family traits, she's lucky to have two very nice dimples whenever she smile.
I wish I have dimples.I think dimples are cute holes that blessed on your face.
I think dimples make people smile too.
Laugh lines however are just wrinkles. (Better than nothing.)

The bulk of the day was spent clearing my room. It's exhuasting!
Till another month or so, the cycle is gonna repeat. Housework's never ending,like my dad always said.

I must be possessed when I decided to DIY my fringe.It makes me look so dum-dum and I still cut it a lil more last night cos' it's so badly done! While it's a lil' salvage now but I think I look like a loaf of bread on top. I can clip my ugly fringe at home but I can't do that outside.

Stop complaining,old' Mich!
I can tell why Jason is more interested in soccer than you now!

Sigh.

I guess Sunday is best spent doodling here and there.
Carpe Diem or whatever.

Do something before the sun sets.