her usual bath takes about approximately 15 minutes. no matter how long or short her showers are, she always emerges looking the same everyday. she's bored, but she's fickle on what look's next for her. she donned on the clothes she had thought of the night before. at least it saved her some time off the lateness scale. she swung her hair forward and sifted leave-in conditioner through her hair. she proceeds on to make tidy her bed. but it doesnt seem to look so. why bother anyway, she thinks. it'll only be messy again by nightfall. and during the day, her youngest furkid will be frolicking around on her bed, as if it belongs to her.
as she closed her drawer, her thumb got stuck in between and she quickly retracts it, causing a small cut. it stung for a moment and she dabs tissue on it. Blood.
Zen? Check.
Zen USB? Check.
Giant headphones? Check.
Bed? Check.
Wallet? Check.
Electricity off? Check.
Lights? Check.
Toilet door unlocked? Check.
ETC.. Check.
she dumps all her needed stuff for the day into her bag, grabs her precious, and goes out. she wanted to hug her oldest furkid but it ran away. the bloody timid one. she went into her sister's room in search of something to borrow, and knocked into the bed's wheels. ouch! what a way to start the day. banging into almost everything. suddenly it drizzled, and it got heavier. she's lazy to bring an umbrella, she thinks its too girlish. so she puts on a hooded sweater. she texted her messenger when she got on the train. her messenger is reaching the meeting point. she puts her precious in between her legs as she stood up, and got a seat at the next station. hurrah! her precious is heavy. she cant believe today is really the day.
"Bugis."
She got up and got out. she met her messenger at the fence and passed to her her precious. she said her last goodbye and felt a tinge of sadness. her precious has been with her for many years, and were best of friends. but she stopped taking care of it since a year ago. because her precious didn't do her justice. she got disappointed and chuck him into the cupboard, never to be touched again. her daddy brought him to a technician to get him all better, but he was getting too old. he was the first of his kind. there wasn't anything to replace his parts.
she cheek-kissed her messenger goodbye and carried on with her day. it doesn't matter now, her precious is with a better person, she thinks. and besides, her bebe zenne will be her only precious for now. LOVE LOVE.












i had another great but tiring saturday. my feet hurts from walking too much. met up with the crazy cuzzin, Nadiyah si penyapu lidi. hurhurhur~...
nad and me
my old school mom

fugliness.









