have you guys ever get so immuned to sleepless nights sometimes no matter how tired you are, you just can't bring yourself to fall asleep? blame it on my haywired 24-hrs cycle. now the day is like night, and the night feels so much like the day. which is why the other time at work, it was close to three in the morning and when everyone was yawning away, my eyes were terbeliak nak mampos! but now i wouldn't go to sleep. cause anep's gonna call me up later. he says he needs to speak to me before he leaves for ns at eight thirty.

i can't imagine not having to meet him for the entire week. everyday is like a spot on, impromptu decision to meet-up. we don't plan our schedules, we just see each other everyday. well, most of the time. i got up late as usual and i think he was fumed that i wasn't spending the day early like how i promised. so i agreed to watch 300 the movie just to make-up, although i'm not very much of a warrior or lord of the rings fan. 300 turned out pretty cool, esp the war part. other than that, it's all ancient crap and erected nipples. (yes, nipples, i'm not kidding.)

then everything else went on smoothly, we went to mustafa centre to do some last minute shopping for his ns stuffs and headed down to the mama coffeeshop opposite cause suddenly he felt like having chappati. freaky banglas could not stop untying their sarongs infront of me eyy. then i asked how he was feeling, is everything packed yet, is there anything he's worried about? he said i should learn to take care of myself while he's not there and of course i can take care of myself, i think i'm an independent person. i think ah. hmm.

but once it reached home, we just had to argue you know. like tak kasi chance, besok nak masok ns, tetap mau gado like that. i was pestering him to let me try his bike then he said just because he's off tmr, he's gonna let me try ride it. but while i was riding it, he couldn't stop yelling from the curb for me to do this and that. tak perah lebih, perah salah blablabla. sikit sikit mau perah. so aku got so irritated i litterally threw the bike back at him. then he said i was ngada ngada (mcm biasa), then i said his mouth mcm mak orang, then we argued, argued and argued and let the two blocks be our honourable audience at the wee hours of four in the morning.

but it was just one time.

and that one time, i couldn't even make him happy for once.

i hope things get a little sweeter when he calls back later.



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