Sunday Mornings

There's something different about Sunday mornings compared to other days.

Hmmm.. I prefer Friday afternoons because I know I've got the whole weekend ahead of me. And on Sundays, I know the next day is Monday. And the next Friday is a long way to come.

But besides the Garfield-ish outlook on Sundays.. there's something different about Sunday mornings. Maybe it's just this Sunday. Today. Mm.. well, Mum was discussing the cutting-people's-heads-off issue with me today. And I felt so sad, I cried.

I mean, first of all, they just killed innocent people. And the innocent people were aid workers, or worse - journalists and reporters. And you know how I absolutely adore journalists and reporters? Because they're doing something that I would love to do one day? Aaaargh and after all the hard work they've put in, to be able to do coverages in countries like Iraq -- some terrorists just kill them. Just like that.

It just makes me question what the world is like today.