good morning, sunday!

i've always liked sunday mornings.

i remember waking up lazily to sunday radios tuned to stations playing abba. then we'd have (very) garlicky fried rice topped with runny eggs and dried fish for breakfast. very yummy indeed. then off we'd go with the neighbourhood kids to play chinese garter or piko (hopscotch) or agawan-base (capture the base) until our mother shouts out to say that lunch is ready.

a couple of decades past and i still love these sunday mornings. i would wake up at 4 in the morning and sit out in the veranda holding my steaming hot chocolate (with a teaspoon of coffee) just to watch the world start to stir and be alive. THAT few hours of standstill is what i call PEACE. stripped of the noises of everyday life, bared of the daytime glare of the sun or the razzle-dazzle lights at night. not even the birds are awake yet.

PEACE. its just me, my coffee, the chilling wind and the sky.

yes, for a few hours, i do not have to think of anything at all.