The weakness of a monday rebelSomethings are just too private to be ever immortalized into words, even in a blog where only a selected group of people read. perhaps it would be known as the day when we went beyond what we normally did.For the past week, i have been going to her home. But suddenly, everything crashes onto me. My mum screams disaster to me, about how i have been an inconvenience to her. I understand her sentiments, and yes, if i were you, i would feel the same way too. So i am sorry for coming back home at 10pm, even though i told you i will be back at 7. i am a rebel, what can i say? perhaps i should restrict myself. And perhaps, you should just resist your doubts. So now i am a good little boy who comes home everyday to see my wonderful family. Everyday. No more going to her home. No more. Makes me treasure that moment even more. And she gave me this frame with dried flowers. It was wonderful. I was speechless when i first saw it. I could feel the sincerity and the effort required to make it. Perhaps i should continue my own project. Shush child. Justin ranted at 6:57:00 pm on the |