Sunday

Again? Yea, again I walked to the train station, but not rushing this time. Arrived on time, body all wet as usual. With the big bag, laptop and the almost weigh 5kg anatomy and physiology book on my arm, it didn’t seem odd, no? Strained every single muscle cells in my body, I still have to wait in the line to pass through the immigration. Guess it’s a good way to train and get a ‘six packs’.

Got into the train, surprisingly, they have entertainment for all the passengers. Songs were played and broadcasted through the speakers. I wondered if it’s radio or CD, because if it’s CD, I would love to ask where they get the CD, it has all the nice 80’s English love songs, which floating smoothly into my ears. I was tired, not really sleepy though, and down, it was normal to feel all that. Started to chunk in pieces of rice crackers into my mouth, I switched on my laptop and decided to write something. Probably I get addicted in writing in a train? Or maybe the feelings, inspiration, time, idea or whatever, just crashed into my mind, and I wanna to write them out.

Time passed so fast, I arrived here that day, and now I am in the train again. For anyone who has been reading my blog, probably will have known about my life ‘schedule’, haha. Nothing really special happened this weekend, basically just stayed at home, enjoying ourselves, cooked little bit, and rarely stepped out of the house. Emm, I guess it’s the ‘nothing special’ thing that made this weekend very special…simple and loving. For most people, these are normal, but for me, it’s what I called special.

It’s Sunday, now and then I found myself don’t really fond of Sunday. Well, most of the people like Sunday, cause it means day-off, and you have plenty of time resting, dating, or doing whatever you like. But too bad for me, Sunday means something else. Every morning of Sunday, I usually find myself feeling blue after getting up, and knowing that today is the day of separation. I have to leave either my family or the one I love on Sunday, so there’s always a struggle of feelings inside me. I don’t want to leave, if possible, because I like to stay the way I am, or maybe you can say that I am too dependant. Sunday also means that tomorrow is school day, and I need to go to university, though sometimes I sort of skip them. Just that sometimes I wish Sunday comes slower, that way I have more quality time to spend with, and don’t have to leave so early. But well, time never stop for anyone, pretty cruel. But it’s all right, if I can’t change the time, I will try to change myself, change the place and thus create more opportunities…