Sunday morning rain is falling

Sunday Morning - Maroon 5
One of my favourite songs of all time.
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This is why I love my Sundays.

1. I wake up in the early morning to go out with my sister and mom to the park to walk around and exercise a little. We're talking about 7 a.m. where dawn is just starting to get its fingers into the dark sky. We go to the Menjalara Park and walk around, the air is so cool and fresh! I have yet to learn how to dress properly to exercise though.

2. We then go to the morning market or 'pasar pagi' around that area and look around at all the lovely clothes; they're not of high quality and the prints are often weird, but if you look hard enough there are some amazing gems in there. Especially those jean shorts, God those are amazing. Then we browse through accessories and sometimes organic foodstuff. xD

3. We go for breakfast around 9, picking random shops and trying their wares. Hit and miss basis... mostly hits. Food is good. xD like dim sum, or curry pan min noodles. GOSH.

4. Creative Writing class at Pusat Tuisyen Indah. I went when I was in Form 3, and I loved writing in Ms DJ's class. I loved her comments, her way of thinking, her rare constructive criticism, the way she encouraged all of us to read. She even lent me her books! I loved them all. She printed my essay once as a worksheet for the class. I was really, really touched. Now she's very busy with her own business of encouraging young minds to read, write and think creatively so she gets Johnson to substitute for her. He's also a bird of the same elite, great flock. Surprisingly, he can tell stories like whoa, speak amazingly well and get his points across, I really admire that. (he also is at the front line for this project called E.P.I.C. which strives to get more young people to be involved in voting or at least have an opinion on the politics scenario of our country. It's really amazing! Check them out on Facebook :D) He also has these ideas he implements in class, which is really fun and always has a purpose.
Ohhhh. XD This has to be the highlight of the week.

4. The half hour break between Creative Writing and Karangan class. It's just f*cking amazing to talk to Johnson and Wei Jin about anything that comes to mind. Usually (before I started going for the class again) Wei Jin would sit outside and wait out the half hour and I suppose he would too, reading essays or something of the sort: waiting for his next class of PMR students. The first time I went for class, I immediately asked him if we could sit and talk to him for half and hour. Now it's like a kebiasaan :D hahahahha. It's so fun to talk to him! He makes us laugh so much and he can speak really well. To be able to talk like that to someone who thinks on that mature level, to be able to debate about random things. It's just... amazing. I'M SORRY I'M WAXING LYRICAL. XD

5. Comments on my essays. Finally, I can ask someone who can tell me what they like or dislike about my essay. English teachers are the bomb.

6. The time after 12 but before Karangan actually starts. I talk to Wei Jin and she'd tell me so much! She cracks jokes like nobody's business, I didn't expect it. She's so funny xD and great company. It's like girl bonding session. XD Hahahahaha. What we discussed was for us only, no boys allowed. XDDDDD hahahahhahaha

7. Karangan class! I have random conversations with Choo Wei and smile weirdly at Wei Jin to make her laugh. Mr Mark is the funniest person I know, he's so funny! And he's an amazing BM and Sejarah teacher; he relates things by telling stories and cracking tons of jokes, but he knows when it's time to get serious. One of my favourite teachers. :') he was the first to take me under his wing when I first tried out the tuition centre; teasing my rather cacat Mandarin skills yet making it lighthearted and explaining things thoroughly to me if I didn't understand. I tried out when I was Form 3, and I think I was in a Form 2 BM class. I was older than the people there, but they made me feel a little small when they booed a little at me. Mr Mark had just introduced me, and mentioned with a teasing quality that I can't really understand Mandarin and spoke mostly English. Strength in numbers? Maybe. But I can handle it ;D Look at me now! Making friends left right and center. Hahahaha

8. Going home, eating lunch and getting ready for group study. It's like a break for my mind. Teasing my sisters, talking to my dad and eating lunch that differs everytime. My dad packs food for me :)

9. It's now 3; time for group study with Huan Hee! :D Suddenly it's just me and her and us talking unpretentiously about our lives and our problems. It's weird that we can be so close and not know each other for years and years. It's just so easy to talk to her, and laugh with her. Hahaha :D We do get some studying done in that particular branch of Old Town Kopitiam after eating and drinking what we ordered. I love the way we have a set seat now, the end seat on the left of the smoking section that's so comfy. Although people smoke everytime we sit there, we just tahan as it's only one stick. After one stick we start making noises. We'd be like, "I HATE SMOKERS RIGHT HUAN HEE" "I KNOW, WHO'S THAT ***** SMOKING AH" loudly. They don't seem to get the message though, it's so funny. XD We split our sides laughing at the little things. Then there's the staff who we'd already begun to nickname affectionately. There's Shower Cap Dude, Cute Guy, No Front Teeth, so on. Cute Guy always takes showers with Shower Cap Dude. Hahahaha. XD

10. Going home at 7 and eating dinner. I know I have to iron the clothes for the next week but I always leave it for Monday morning exercise now.
And I K.O.
The end :D hahahahha
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Last Sunday it was that sort of cold where it nips you on the nose and leave your fingers cold. There was a slight drizzle in the morning, and I went up to Creative Writing class. I knocked, I entered and it was pitch dark with Johnson's face lit by the glare of his laptop screen. He was reading a story. I was taken aback, scared even for a while when I saw this. XD Hahahaha.
I remember just closing my eyes and enjoying the little nuances, the rise and fall of his voice as he read the story of a brother and sister who finds out that their father had not "died" but was a vampire. It was dramatic, not a very good story but the way he read it combined with the self-inflicted darkness of the behind of my eyelids, oh it was so good. It was evenly paced, spaced so well for drama to seep in, the emotions of the characters subtly projected by the deep, smooth quality of his voice. I remember not looking at him, instead looking out at the little cracks of the window covers where the sunlight spilled in.
The morning sunlight is amazing. It has a watered down, pure quality that gently kisses the skin. I love opening my eyes in the morning and looking out my window, soaking in the light of the 'wet' sun.
The slanted light of dawn heh :D hahahaha. (sorry, making private jokes with.. myself. = =)
The spell he cast over the room was so compelling, we were just drawn to his voice waiting to hear the rest of the story.
I'm looking forward to next Sunday, no matter if it's Johnson or Ms DJ :D
Damn straight. :)