P day.

Everyday should be Father's day. Just like how everyday should be Mother's day.

I woke up feeling alright, ate breakfast as usual. I have been eating alot these few days even though I have been sick since Friday. I blame it on 'totm'. And then I got bored and decided to pick one out of the three dvds which my youngest aunt lent me a few months ago.

Will it snow for Christmas ?


I have been cooped out in my room the whole morning, afternoon and till.. now. Had to give my eyes a break. In between, I actually had a tiff with Mams and I admit, I was the unreasonable one. I feel so utterly annoyed with myself for behaving that way, but all is fine now. I think.

I have no idea what is wrong with me. Its like I have so much angst in me that everything is just wrong. Like how I am annoyed with my own house. Why must I climb the stairs ? Why must we be living here when there is only the three of us ? Why can't we be at a smaller, more comfy and homey place. All this space that we have just makes me feel so alone sometimes. Which is why I hate being home alone.

Of course it is not every single time that I feel like this. Today was just one of those days. This is still my house, my home. This is what Paps worked so hard for. For us. I should be grateful. I am grateful.

But sometimes. Sometimes ..