Saturday

7am: Woke up to find morning's first ray creeping its way into my room. Groaned and hid further under my duvet.

10am: Reluctantly woke up because the hunger (and angry) stomach can't wait no longer.

1pm: Contemplating what to wear for Sunday's church while watering The Mother's plants.

3pm: Fell asleep while watching Late Night with Conan O'Brien. Even funny man cannot save sleepy head.

7.30pm: Woke up thinking it's 8am on a Sunday.

7.35pm: Hurriedly tuned the telly to relieve good 'ol Lord of the Rings days.


Sunday

1am: Can't get to sleep so I bored myself by reading the newspapers. Apparently the world is still at war.

2am: The Mother woke up to do the same. Except she does enjoy reading the papers.

9.45am: Still couldn't decide what I want to wear.

10.35am: Bus drove past StarBucks. I looked on like a wide-eyed pup.

11am: I sang louder than usual, trying to curb the longing of caffeine.

2pm: Over lunch, fellow choir members jokingly discussed if God.com exists on the net. "What if it's a porn site?" one asked.

3.15pm: I couldn't decide where I want to head to. So I flipped a mental coin and boarded a random bus.

4.30pm: Stood between Starbucks and Gelatissmo at Orchard Road. Why does life always present tough dilemmas?

8pm: Telecast of Narnia brought back fond memories of The Ex.

11pm: Best way to cure a heartache is to sleep on it.