Another Sunday. In less than 2 hours, I got to go back to Singapore again. 4.15pm bus. Have to sit in the bus for at least 6 hours, got to queue up in checkpoint with my 2 big bags, got to transfer to another bus then walk home again. This is what I need to do every Sunday.
Dear is sick again. He is suppose to meet me for lunch before I leave. Gave him a morning call, he sounded so weak. I decided not to force him to come over to have lunch with me. Last Sunday, we did not have lunch together as he was tired and lazy. For next Sunday, no lunch date with him as well because I only managed to get 1.30pm bus ticket (tickets all sold out due to Singapore National day on 9th August). But, I dont mind, as I enjoy spending my Sunday morning at home.
Actually, staying at home on Sunday morning, I feel more relaxed compare to go out for lunch then rush to Puduraya to catch my bus. At least, I can wake up a bit later, do my packing SLOWLY, enjoy home cook food, and also to update my blog. lol