Sunday, June 8, 2008
So since today is Sunday, let me just touch a little bit about this whole 'Sunday' thing. If you ever noticed the programmes on television on weekends, you'll probably notice the same thing I noticed. The programmes are nothing but a piece of sausage. Like one day, when you've just woken up from a horrible, "I-thought-I-died" nightmare, the last thing you need on your tv is a boring sesame street show or some documentary about how aeroplanes are created. Hello. Dont the world get that weekends are meant for all the lovely programmes to be on tv? Why do they have all the best shows in the planet to be on tv when you can't watch it or let me put it this way, during weekdays, and all the tedious shows just have to be on the weekends. WHY? Besides going out, the other form of entertainment I can get on a Sunday is by watching the tv. But apparently.. urrm, you get what I mean.
I love my family. But today, I love my mother even more. I love my mother for teaching me how to turn an omelet without letting it get all distorted and turning out like some inedible piece of sausage. I love my mother for teaching me how to crack an egg the "crack-and-the-egg-lands-on-where-its-supposed-to" way. The last time I tried cracking an egg, I got the egg all over me instead of the bowl. And it's pretty annoying because I have to shower again. Once is okay but if it happens more than just once, you'll get the exact reason why it's just plain annoying. Just recently, I found out where I went wrong. Yeah. I bloody squished the egg. Ha-ha. I know you guys think that I really suck at cooking that I cannot be a chef at all. But that was when I was young. Now I'm turning sixteen tomorrow and I can crack an egg. Pathetic, uh? Well yeah. I love my mother for teaching me how to chop an onion too. You should have seen how. Never mind. And I love my mother for holding the 'Best Mother In The Planet' title. How come I never wanted to learn how to cook? Cooking, contrary to popular beliefs, is so much fun. Yeah. I LOVE MY MOTHER SO MUCH. Sometimes I pity those who doesn't have the mother that I have. Okay. I love my mother. :D
Another day without you by my side. Sometimes I do not have a clue about how I will be able to pull through this, or where I will get the strength to make it through the empty days and lonely nights. The day you return is all that keeps me going, it will be heaven, and then I will be complete again. I miss you, boyfy. Please return home quickly! I wanna hug you as tightly as I could. Boncet is missing you! Call me once you've reached home.
Oh. I shall end here since nothing much happened today. My tagbox is officially open till my birthday is over. So keep on tagging yaw! And tomorrow is someone's birthday. :D Smile all you could, Atyra! :DD
So since today is Sunday, let me just touch a little bit about this whole 'Sunday' thing. If you ever noticed the programmes on television on weekends, you'll probably notice the same thing I noticed. The programmes are nothing but a piece of sausage. Like one day, when you've just woken up from a horrible, "I-thought-I-died" nightmare, the last thing you need on your tv is a boring sesame street show or some documentary about how aeroplanes are created. Hello. Dont the world get that weekends are meant for all the lovely programmes to be on tv? Why do they have all the best shows in the planet to be on tv when you can't watch it or let me put it this way, during weekdays, and all the tedious shows just have to be on the weekends. WHY? Besides going out, the other form of entertainment I can get on a Sunday is by watching the tv. But apparently.. urrm, you get what I mean.
