A Sunday On My Own

12:58 Monday 14 July 2003 Sydney (gmt+10)

As I was walking out of the compound and unto the main street I saw my brother's car parked with one of the windows open. He came home at around 8am and passed out on the couch... so I think he forgot to shut his car's window. Hehehe! ...I rang him several times, and finally I got him to come out and lock his car properly. Someone could've stolen it... or it could've rained. Anyway... as grateful as he was his first words to me were "F_CK YOU!" . Hehehe!

I passed by Central Station and I along the way I saw a bust of Dr Jose Rizal, alongside the busts of other individuals from different parts of the world who made life hell for the Spaniards during the colonial era. I did a term paper on him back in High School. Hmm... interesting. Then I passed by a department store. I went up to their kitchen and dinning section. I needed to buy a zester because mine disappeared.... probably someone borrowed it and forgot to give it back. Hehehe! Anyway, this would really come in handy at work. =)

And as always I had coffee at Starbucks. I had ONE grande caffe latte. The other two mugs were already there when I came... I waited a while for someone to come and clean it up. I really didn't mind though, because I had enough room to do my writing. Later on I had to move to another Starbucks down the road because the other one didn't have any restroom. So I had another latte... and I did more writing... then by 9pm I was on my way home. Cool!