Old socks for old rooms.

While I was in the tremco, checking in and eating cold tuna sandwhich, I was very sad and emotional. I allowed myself to indulge my hormonal emotions and called them in Alexandria even when I know I shouldn't.

Party all you want suckers, but I know it's different without us.

In the plane, even with 2 very hot guys walking around I couldn't force myself to stay awake. I woke up the third time and the screen said, Time to destination: 35 minutes. My paralysed neck and butt healed magically.

I squealed my way towards my sisters who waited for 3 hours (tak faham kenapa), embarassing them and getting looks from pakcik dan makcik yang baru balik dari Mekah.

My first breakfast was roti canai, roti telur, dhal, teh limau ais, and nasi dagang. And my dinner was nasi briyani. Later for supper, I shall have nasi lemak.

My Maxis sim card is unreadable so I'm forced to use FB as a way of communicating with the outside world.

But now I'm too goddamn lazy to do anything, let alone call people up, so whatever la.

So many things to know, yet so little space in my head.

So many food to eat, yet so many new clothes to fit in.

So many old flames to reignite, yet so many new flames still burning.

So many words to say, yet so goddamn full to function.

So many stuffs to do, yet so little time.

So many people to meet, yet so little souvenirs brought home.

WAAAAAH. :D

I'm home.

p/s: terima kasih amirul nazri wan nawawi jadi drebar/bawak 'surf board' saya/ bawak makan nasi dagang mok ngoh/buat saya gelak sampai hilang bladder control. sayang kamu.

walaupun awak komen dengan nada/ekspressi selamba badak air, 'Eh, nape tembam?', sedang saya makan dengan gelojohnya.

ika.

Current mood: euphoric

Listening to: Chasing Cars.