There’s the clashing of cymbals and chingchang things around my estate + I am resisting the urge to grab my camera and head downstairs to watch the wayang show because mom says my bringing of the camera might make the neighbours/ppl there think I’m on a ghosthunt or/and am trying to capture spirits. (which is not my intention ofcourse ohdear!!)

So I stay upstairs with my laptop and send virtual love to ruthie over facebook (harhar this is very bad). I should be doing work but I’m not making any effort to transcribe my interviews slash write articles cos I’m v.v.sleepy. I think I have the sleepless night of :

badjokes/ peanuts/ orange say hi to apples/ cardgames/ etc.

to blame. It’s funny how support can come in so many different ways. And everyone does the best they can. So _____________ . No words and no words. Language is economical at suchatime as this- few alphabets and letters thrownaround. I’m still searching for them – and will fill in ( ) when they resurface.

Anyways, going to church with dearjan was great + i love how it makes sundays doubly/extra blessed. I practically jumped slash hopped slash ran up the stairs to make it on time and was v.v. happy to see her. : ) I love hearing her stories + seeing how life is unravelled. On a completely random note, there’s a drama series on telly about this guy who sleeps in his bathtub. I am totally intrigued.