Saturday..

Who in the world would have known that the primary school was in session today.. This plus the annoying rain that didn't seem to stop.. I was sitting on the steps until I felt there was cold water on my back, eeww, someone actually stepped into a puddle of water and it splashed onto my shirt, what la... Why on earth do we have to jog around the field when it's raining and when there are tons of people blocking the way.. I still don't get the ignorant idea of our club chairman... Miserable drizzling was enough to make a jam behind the school as parents stopped in front of the gate and slowly with their umbrellas, they waddled down in search of their children.. Just because cars will building up rapidly behind the school, I had to call my mother to come later than 10.30 as we planned, talk about bad luck..

Well, I got my hair trimmed today, I liked it before my parents asked me to get it recut, obviously not liking the more 'trendy' kind of hairstyle, but hey, I do listen to them.. So it's back to the more dorky, down-to-earth style.. oh well... I'm just the type that doesn't defy her parents.. We already made plans about our outing tomorrow, having laksa and prawn mee at a wonderful shop in somewhere in or near Taman Sega, and then buying nyonya kuih and perhaps stopping by Jusco Cheras Selatan to do some grocery shopping, My brother and I are most likely to be shooed of to Popular bookstore, and there I will start to debate, to buy or not to buy = =.. I used to like reading since young until my mother didn't like buying storybooks for me since I would finish reading the book even before we reached home, so there ended my liking for reading, but I hope I can rekindle that 'old flame' of liking reading.. someday, hopefully.. Life is getting back on track bit by bit for me after the blow of losing someone important to me, Dad.. He's an uncle that I call Dad since we're so close. Ya, I still tend to tear sometimes, thinking of Dad..

Life has to go on, and I think that things will become normal again even after he's gone, but there will always be a part missing from my life, his presence.. So long, Dad...