See? Told you Sunday wasn't gonna rain.

I got a tanned nicely on the arms and slightly on the face. But I wasn't burnt!...

I piled on my sunblock and felt the strong sunshine searing on my skin's surface, which by the way feels pretty good. But I hadn't feared, for I had my sunscreen protection, so I felt safe enough to bask in the sun.

Let's say we've gone back a few hours and it's a Sunday instead...

Today, I passed my Kayaking 1 Star Personal Skill Award. Got my certificate too. Today had been most fun. We were capsizing like nobody's business, then we had to go rescue one another in the 'open waters'. Yet it was very fun. I'm glad that I only needed to capsize once for today. I had more chances rescuing people instead.

I was sleeping a while ago, feeling really exhausted from the day's activity. However, much to my dismal, my peaceful sleep was interrupted. That I'm really enraged and pissed. That's the very thing that I hate so much. I hate the ugly, lifeless and glaring yellowwish white light from the old and disgusting long fluorescent tube ravaging through my eyelids to wreck the peaceful sleep that I was having. It's atrocious!

That's why I'm still up at this kind of crappy hour. I don't usually stay up. I enjoy sleeping very much, thank you.

Sleeping makes me feel good, makes me feel nice, makes me smile. I really hate to be negative, but interrupting my sleep is like the last bad thing you'd ever wanna do to me. It strikes the evil chord in me. It's like unleashing the beast in me.

I hate my house anyway. The layout sucks. That's why I have my mother switch on that freakin' fluorescent tube while I'm sleeping and that's why I'm now typing in the dark while someone else is sleeping. Everything's off balance. Things are placed where they're not really supposed to be.

I'll have my own house one day.