Mornings.

Mornings can be peaceful. Mornings can be wet. Mornings, too, can be awfully chaoticas well... And this Sunday morning, is of everything above, peaceful, wet, at the same time, choas.

This morning, I woke up thinking of The Wira and The Kenari's story. It was all peaceful with the little rain drops dropping on the roof that formed some sort of rythem. Then there it is, the yellings, the moanings, the screams of a woman in the neighbourhood... I assure you it's no ghost. The woman was shouting: "叫你挂掉, 叫你挂掉!!! 叫你挂diaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Whatever the crap's goin on down der, it didn't seem to wake any other people at all... Surprisingly, it's not too chaotic.

It reminds me of the days when I used to shout with my brother at home. Haha. To think that others have heard of my sound more than anyone else's. Now I get a chance to listen to someone's screaming. Suddenly I felt like the neighbours. Haha.

Now the sun's come up. Today's gonna be a good day. Promising. By unknown factors... Just a feeling... Love is just a feeling... O.o Lol... I forgot to mention... It's 10am now. I've been hearing the screams since 9am.