It’s Good Friday.
Last night you bought me a book, and yourself two books.
It’s been a long time since I last force myself to sit down and read a book, but I guess I really need it.
Initially we agreed to slack at home, but your family wish to go out to celebrate your mum’s bday. Happy Birthday, Mother of the man I love.
I’m thankful always for your support all these while. Every now and then we will pissed each other off, but I’m glad we never let things drag too long, although I have good memory for things that annoyed me, luckily I have bad memory to hold these memory persistently. 😛