and as days grow older, i felt numb.

often the times, i stoned, dazed and stared into blanks.

i have friends who’re there to occupy my weekends, a family a home and my own room to return to, yet there’s this empty space somewhere in me that’s missing.

i need a crazy weekend to revert to the hak i used to know. im living 2 decades old soon. and dearest sister have to get engaged on the national day, meaning i’ve to be at home on my day to help out in the preparations.

you know what would be a pleasant gift?
to retrieve that last piece of puzzle that’s missing.

sundays make me emo.

I feel totally detached to the online world already. Blogging is no longer a daily routine. Instead, meeting up with friends every book out seems more of a priority. It feels more, intimate. And you’re engaging in a conversation, instead of being a storyteller.

The Saturday afternoon was spent with the Totots. We go wayyy back in secondary school when us plus few others travel to Bukit Panjang Govt High every Monday and Wednesday for our Higher Malay classes after school. Can’t forget the instant food lunches at 7-11 before classes and just crapping and enjoying in the class.

Four years later, we’re still wacky as ever; but each moving on to our respective paths. It was a refreshing meetup at Haji Lane for a sheesha session. Bumming around, catching up with each others’ lives and as usual, they’ve gone pro in camwhoring. And it still amuses me. Hah.

Caught up with the bitches again, fetching me from Bugis. Wanted to watch Dark Knight, but seats were selling out.

Had tea at Mr Beans at Selegie, then went on to catch Hancock.

Though tiring, meeting up with them is definitely a fresh air from the normal routine of waking up at 5am and sleeping at 10..

I’m usually on a diet of smoked salmon salad wherever applicable now. Not that I’m really conscious now, to say the truth. Just that the thought of gaining weight, and then having to be confined for another day in tekong, freaks me out. I do want my civilian life during the weekend. Heh.

On another note; dejected. Well I tried but I just cant get you outta my head. And I’m sorry.

im whining and complaining.

i hate Sundays.

i look forward to Fridays.

and i still hate Sundays. 22 more other Sundays that I will still hate.

urgh.

but i managed to shed 5 kilos off already.
a consolation.