Sunday is Magic.
Sunday, November 19, 2006

Even if I have to stay home all day long, sundays just feel magical. It's great to have your own favourite day of the week because in my view, months&years just feel like a breeze when I live for my so-called "next sunday".
Flip the coin, you get a different story - the stretching of every second just makes everything draggy and dull, whereas not fully utilising every second you have being blessed with, makes you cry over time you have lost. I told you, this world it's not only black or white when grey areas exist; no facts & dead rules when contradictions always occur; and when you can trust almost noone but only yourself.

Pangs of guilt striked me today when I almost almost acceded to Daddy's offer of buying me my long lusted-for pair of Christian Dior shades. I don't know how Daddy knows I've been dreaming of its possession. And I'd never thought for all this while it comes a day when I'd reject his kind intention by saying "I'll work for it myself". I brimmed with pride but deep down, I secretly curse myself for not accepting this god-sent offer. Hahaha I know I just said something bastard-ly.

Anyway, Dad got me a brand new n73 today and I felt whoops of joy because the previous one is eroding into a pool of cheap plastic as the mechanisms within start to rust, or at least it seems so to me..

PSPSPS IMPORTANT!
I'm suddenly very happy very happy! I was browsing through friendster and I saw my exboyfriend.. He became so fucking hot.

YWith love, Valerie