Saturday.

Saturday: Recounted.

I woke up at 10.30am. Ate breakfast. Shuffled around disturbing people at home. Hehe.

Read a book too. For One More Day by Mitch Albom. Its a good read. I recommend it to everyone who has a mother.

Headed to church in the evening. Service today was at the newly renovated main sanctuary. It's beautiful. Sweeet. But it looks smaller though. Anyway, it was a trial run to see if everything was fine after the makeover. The 8pm service after ours was at L5. Suckers, haha. As usual, the youth gets the best. Lol. The speaker today was our beloved Ps Dennis Balan, a joker with a passion for God.

Josh and I went for Angel's 21st birthday party after that. It was nice. At a golf clubhouse near her residence.

And watched the Arsenal match at the bar downstairs. They were playing against the Red Devils. The odds were level, fairly said. But it was a hell of a match, I tell you. I thought all was lost went Christiano whats-his -name (on purpose) scored the winner after Fabregas had equalised Rooney's goal (rather, an own goal).

But then Gallas, who scored an own goal earlier (it wasn't Rooney after all), redeemed himself by scoring in extra time to extend Arsenal's unbeaten run to 18 matches in all competitions. Mind you, in all competitions.

Undeniably, Fergie is gonna be real pissed at the linesman for letting in the goal, not to mention the referee too. Haha.

Came home and bathed. Talked to her. And decided blog (hence this post).

Goodnight. For now.