A blessed Sunday

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This memo board actually started as a joke for my board mates. I dug out their profiles to extract these photographs that I posted. Kidding aside, I never thought this would be fun. Foolish fun, family fun, and whatever-rock-and-roll-to-the-world fun. I always say, who cares? We’re awesome!

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Weirdness is never new to me. I keep my words and stick to them… but it’s definitely not quite bad to break the rules. This is our house.

Now, getting back to what I am supposed to express in this post is a revelation that I could not yet utter as spoken words. I used to live a solitary life since I entered college. Independence has been granted. Sunday is me day. And such.

But why on Earth does this habit of exploring the world with my own eyes has to be shared with other people? Persons whom I could not even call as batch mates nor as school mates nor just as friends… Why not. It is one of the priceless moments when I would feel safe in the comfort of a home filled with people I just met for certain reasons. These are reasons that unfold unconsciously midst the days and nights of our togetherness.

Family – what heartily constitutes a blessed Sunday – renew wishes, revive hopes, strengthen beliefs, and most of all rebuild one’s self. Obviously, they aren’t strangers. As the saying goes, “Your family is your unchosen friends,and your friends are your chosen family”. We go to church together. We eat meals together. We accomplish tasks together. We tease each other. We find a zone where the discomfort of one another would be at ease. We simply accept our flaws and turn them even crazier. Here’s where you get bullied and you would still think it’s about appreciating genuine happiness.

There would be 24 hours in one day; seven days in one week; four weeks in one month; 12 months in one year… so on. Then I realize that as time passes by, these dears who have been playing a vital role to my life make it easier for me to hold on. They serve as a reminder that a family is not only built by a father and a mother but it is also a foundation of the love we have as brothers and sisters at heart.

People come and go. Others have stayed, like those five faces pasted on the board, while others still pay some visits. If ever you, guys, got a chance to read this… Go laugh at yourselves. Lol! We rock.

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