"Sunday morning, the rain is falling."
-Maroon 5, Sunday Morning, Songs about Jane
It's cool to wake up to an easy, breezy weekend when the weather would make me think of my Wonderland, where Ginji lived and would wake up to a nice Tokyo morning, with the rain and stuffs. Though it's not so cool anymore now that I've found out that my sister had wet the bed last nite (grow up, kid, grow up!).
But I don't mind menial chores (sometimes, when nothing discriminating involved -as in gender-wise). It gave me some unique sense of independence, as if I can do anything with my own hands, without having to rely on the help of housemaids (or in the case of my auntie's house, the houseman, which happened to be called Maman).
As far as i know, the day would be filled with BBQing (this is why I love my uncle so much. And why I really like this household, compared to the old one I usd to lived in. There's so much life and party to it). And I've sent a job application to my former senior, who is resigning from hers. Wishing for luck!
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