its a saturday afternoon.
and im on my bed, under the covers.
it feels so good to do this on a weekend,
something i never got the chance to, for the last few weeks.
since i started work.


today i woke up with the same symptoms i had for the last 3 days.
so i made my way to the nearest polyclinic.
well, i didnt want to prolong the pain and i knew at the rate im going,
literally throwing up all the insoluble food i ate,
ill be skin and bones in one week. (now, dont start saying im already one, because then i wont be nice to you)


so the waiting time was so long, that i could literally fall asleep on the chair with little kids playing their own inventory games around me.
it got irritating at times, but i think its funny how i realised at one point of time they were using me as part of their obstacles to their game
well, i must me their medusa in their own made up world.
little kids and their imagination. haha.


and i had my first proper meal after 3 days with nina at mcd.
i wanted so badly to eat hotcakes.
but the breakfast period was over :(
and i wont recommend the prosperity meal to anyone.
well by saying that, im sure you'd know what to expect of the taste.
ok that was only MY point of view.
then we went over her house as i watch her get ready to meet her friends.
ahh i miss her room so much. i miss sitting on her bed.
im gg to ask shiqa along to sleepover at her place during the hols.
but then, in the morning nina will still have to go to school, while shiqah and i will continue sleeping on her bed awaiting her return from school.hahaha.



so lets talk about yesterday.
at last the countdown ended for nizal, as he reached 18.
its too long a story if i were to start from the first plan about studying at 8.
haha.
looks like his habit didnt leave him behind, it grew a year with him.


in the end, the company had
secret recipe at plaza singapura.
it was a good day, with the jokes and all.
haha. with mira's stories about that model.hahhaa.
but ..
all i knew was i wanted to be home so badly when
i threw up the food i ate just 10 mins before.
ergh.and the attendant had to scold me because i was stupid to have thrown up on the sink.
i wanted to cry so badly but lucky me fatt was there.


at times like this, i realised how much a baby i still am.
i grew too dependant of pple this past years
and right now, i can never expect anyone else to do the same
i have to be alot alot alot more independant.and ive been telling myself this since i forgot when.


entry's a bit lengthy and wordy.
because i still have not received the pictures.




ohhh yahhh
btw i have something to add.
the book malay pantuns(no this is not a typo, the pantun really has an 's' to it) is with me
hahahahhaha.
i think i accidentally put it inside my bag while packing it before going home
and it's a bilingual poem book with both english and malay translations
and it has such a direct translation from malay to english.
funnehhhh.reallllyyy. tak bedek sehhh.
and yah i think the session the other day was funnnnehh like shit.
sampai aku boleh imagine2 ade dalam bas pelanconglah.mcm2 seh..
alah to come to think of it, i can imagine about the most absurd thing in the world,anywhere
and then we had the balas membalas pantun thingy.
so tak menjadi right.
still it was funny
"......muareeeeeee"