I woke up again from the screaming kid in the living room. I could barely go back to sleep and it's just 7am. I don't need to get up until 10am. I struggled going back to sleep, so when it was 10am, my eyes were bloodshot. Sigh. My Saturdays.

When I got to work, it was really quiet in the office. I started work with the more difficult project. Whatever. I wasn't bored, because I was more concerned that I was passing out of my desk. I'm back to fasting every Saturday, so no caffeine or calorie for me in the morning. Anyway, I didn't pass out and I told myself to just endure the first 4 hours. By 3pm, we were told that there was a potential chance of us going home earlier. But I was skeptical. I mean, we were busy and I doubt they could afford to let us leave before 6pm. So 4pm, I took my break. Then I went back to do just a bit of work. I came back to my break at 4:45pm. And pretty much work was straightforward from then on. I left the office 6pm.

I stepped inside the house and set my bag on one corner. I opened the computer and learned that we're going to my uncle's house for his birthday. It's a full day. Fasting is done, so I grabbed a quick bite first. Mom and dad left to go to church for a moment. It appears that there's also a birthday celebration in church -- someone's 18th birthday, a debut at that. My auntie called our house and she was asking where we were. I told them that I was just by myself. I felt embarrassed if I didn't go. I mean, I was tired too. So I called my cousin to ride along with them. Just before 8pm, he pulled up in front of the house.

There was a lot of guests in their house. It didn't matter. The food was great. I've certainly had my fill. And then I met with my cousins talking about our summer plans this year. Three of us are interested for a long drive to Toronto. I don't know how official our plan is, because I'm the only one who will be funding the trip. Yes, moi. And it'll take 24 hours to get there by car. So we'll need to plan our stop-overs properly. That means we need money for gas, lodging, food and others.

I came back at home around 10pm. Then I brought up my Facebook to chat with her, my one and only girl. It's one of our more longer chats. We brainstormed different destinations for my vacay time next year. Then I just had to spill something weird about me, it's something on the eerie side. It's why I often mention about spiritual battles. But I could say that I had a good time from such a simple chat. Which makes me think. Oh God, how much more happiness can I have when I go home and spend my time with her in person? Is it fair to feel such happiness?

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