Ahh, I wished I could sleep late on Sundays.
I went to church today. The same thing happened again, alas. But nevermind, it was just the matter of time - I told myself. Before that, David fetched us to buy a cake - mango flavoured. It tasted so good.

We played a game. I called it blow water. In Cantonese, blow water means talk incessantly about nothing in particular. Oh yea, the water splashed all over my face when I blew it - I would not mind as long as I had fun throughout the game!!