it was an ordinary sunday for me. woke up late. swearing myself for not ironing my clothes the night before. took the cab down to the religious school and arrived just in time before the ustaz begin page one.

it was a quick class today. lasted just abt an hr as compared to the usual 2 hr class. once ended, i slowly walked out to the bus stop.

up ahead, a cab signalled left and parked next to the curb. i had to walk past the stationary cab so as to get to the bus stop. i saw a girl, in black, leaning against the side of the cab with the door opened wide enough to let the cold air from the cab escape. she was unconcious. the cabby stood in front of her, lighted a cigarette and inhale the tip of it lightly.

it was a malay girl clad in black pants and a black polo tee that reads Ministry of Sound. her eyes were closed. muttered some foreign language to herself. it didnt take the dumb to figure that she was dead drunk. her breath reeked of alcohol. i'm guessing her shoes were covered with vomit. the cabby had to drag her out of the cab before she start to decorate the leathers.

i continued my walk to the bus stop. no doubt i felt weird.

i guess its for this reason that we muslims are forbidden to consume alcohol. very depressing sight indeed.

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my uncle dropped by a little later. decided not to cook today. dad agreed that i go get lunch for everyone. my uncle brought along some dvds/vcds. watched Nanny McPhee with the family. the sky outside was doing a thunderous number. i sunk in to the cool weather and bags of chips. heaven.

haek came home today. havent seen him in ages. didnt realise the hair on his underarms were growing quite impressively.

my brother has grown into a Man. *sobs*

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words from a hallmark card