Instead of studying, I spent my Sunday on a farm.
We were invited by family friends, and being the extreme city based Asian family that we are, it was different. My mum treated it like some kind of camp, insisting we pack a head torch, be aware of snakes, pack a sleeping bag just in case. I don't think she registered that this place has electricity, and a house, and a toilet.
We didn't do all that much. In fact, I could probably call it a waste of an afternoon if I wanted to, but I'm glad I went. Photos make me happy, and that's nothing to be ashamed of.
Footballs are so weirdly shaped, and I feel like such a prissy person when I shrink away from their awkward bounces or weird spins in the air.
There was this one moment where we were sitting on a rock and the repeats of Pillow Talk paused for a minute. It was peaceful, and pretty, and the sky was a soft red.