this is it...

beer and live matches, what more can i ask for?

sadly dad's been having flu lately, so i m the only one having my stomach filling up alcohol; anyway, that doesnt stop him from cursing when the player trying to kick the ball to outer-space; or cheering when a 20-yard-goal kept being replayed on the screen...

been resting for the past two days, read alot...i like to lay my lazy bones on sofa in the early afternoon, tea by my side, cushion up my head, book on my tummy and i read and read and read till my vision became blurry; doesnt sound healthy hur? i m fine with it...

somebody will be praticing piano when i was drowning myself in the book, it doesnt take an expert to tell the delighted tone somewhere out of window, it's also apparent that the person must be a novice since the same tone was going through over and over again...and then i have this picture in my mind: my daughter sitting beside piano gentlely pressing the keys, smooth tones then gentlely vibrates my eardrum, as i m making myself cozy in the sofa, reading my favourite books...

it's abit far-fetched i know, but no harm dreaming right?