My Sunday mornings (for the past month or so) have become sort of a ritual to me. Or rather, I've gone back to the usual Sunday ritual that I've always had since young - does that even make sense?! Okay well what I'm trying to say is that, I used to follow this Sunday ritual only until perhaps after A levels? I sort of drifted a bit there (with the wild Saturday nights) but yeah, I'm back to my usual routine.
(sorry for the rambling.)
A typical Sunday morning would start at 7.15am, I'll get up, get dressed for church at 8.15am.
Grey blazer, black lace dress, plaits, layered necklaces, Swatch
The time after mass ends has always been, and still is, my favourite part of my Sunday morning. Why? Cos it's BREAKFAST TIME! I really love the food here at Empress Road Food Centre, it feels so old school and unchanged. Even the drinks stall uncle remembers my usual drink order (teh-bing!)
And I also get to spend time with the cutest toddler, ever, my little cousin Gabriel!
He's such a bundle of joy. Usually, I'll either take him to the playground where he likes to play hide and seek with me. Or to the fish shop to look at those tiny crabs, fighting fishes, terrapins. Today, he tried to count every fish in the shop - what a cutie pie.
Sigh time to go back to my 2k word essay - last essay of the semester hoooray~ With the amount of work due right before the exams, I'm really wondering when I can really start studying.
Wish me luck x
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