believe me when i say i'm turning insomniac. and i have this obsessive compulsive disorder i'm dying to get rid off. sometimes, i freak myself out so much so, whenever i turned on the computer screen (this computer is never shut down, only the screen is switched off), i literally just snapped and switched it back off and huffed back to bed with so much angst in my body. i am. so.. angry with myself!!!!!! been coughing non-stop for the past many days and mommy says i cough like a smoker. what is she trying to imply? that smokers has their own style of coughing? or is she just trying to provoke my tobacco-free, non-smoking mind? i don't remember drinking anything too icy excessively recently (the throat's a sucker for cold drinks) but it felt like there's really something tickling me in there. something like a fur ball. while i was on the bus last night, i thought i saw someone like nurlina at the bustop. she's suppose to be in france (or australia? wherever.) and isn't due to come back untill after raya, that also if she gets any leave but i was so sure the girl looked like her and tried calling her through the so many international numbers i had of her on my phone. none of them was in use though. hmm. maybe it's just me.

staying at home has become somewhat redundant nowadays. there's not much to do except sit in front of this computer all day long. i'm not a tv person unless it's csi, grey's anatomy or rahsia perkahwinan (muahahahah!) but even that i rather trouble myself by downloading them online. what's with the annoying cheerful maid being around to do almost everything and entertaining almost everyone with her silly lame jokes. besides working, which i find have not taken much of my time yet, i am still as free as a bird. it's eight thirty in the morning now you know, i'm suppose to be snoring with my mouth wide open at this hour but i'm so wide awake. and my laptop's a log, tell me what to do with it.

slumber, Lword and the not so 3quarts:

















afiq raped my hair again last night after little contemplation. i just trust him so much like that. we settled for the bridge despite the grim lights and breezy wind that got my hair flying in all directions. along the lines of selma blair and natalie imbruglia, he took about an hour to cut my hair. quite fast for someone who had to depend on the pen torch in his mouth for more light. now i look like an eleven year old girl. so, great. now we both look like tall overgrown school kids. after i got rid of all the hair that got stuck underneath my dress, we went to swensens to sahur (i've no idea what it's called in english) since it's opened 24hours at town.

quite lavish compared to the bread and omelette i always sahur at home. hohoho afiq is crazy, rich and random and that's why i love him so. hehee.

happy fasting people!



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