Baby, it's cold outside.

Blogging on a Sunday noon is hardly a norm for me these days.
A blessing even, in fact.

I postponed the guitar lesson to somewhere further down in the week and requested an off-day from ministry. Thought i deserved a break from all the hustle bustle of the usual working week. A Sabbath is just what i need i guess, albeit it comes fortnightly for me.

The tranquility of a raining Sunday afternoon is lulling. Not that i could go back to sleep anytime soon, and no thanks to the ridiculous accustomed body clock that forces me to arise from my precious slumber. I officially declare that i hate rainy days. It does not offer much to one's need to have a day out with himself right? Thought i would go cycling, rent some dvds/ borrow some books and spend the last of today in some Starbucks not remembering the imminent arrival of Monday.

Well, everything is ruined now. And besides, the rain always brings about darker emotions and evokes certain melancholy. Something that i tend to stay away from since i do not want to "be tainted" and go "emo".

Bah. So now i get to stay home and maybe catch a rerun of pool's lost to madrid. Oh, guess what. We are linked now with van der vart and benzema? Next thing you know, ronaldo and messi are on the next plane down to merseyside. I have stopped fantasizing about pool's transfer policies. Perfect fantasies-crusher liverpool is, i tell you.

Moving on, reading ris's blog is always an enjoyment and pleasure. Maybe he do not seek to entertain but well, perhaps we share certain degrees of similarity in our everyday thinking so much so that i concur with his rumblings.

For now, lunch first.

The world we live in is a beautiful place.
Pity if we could only see the rat race we are caught up in.