Mum asked me where I kept my nail polish box. She wanted, me, to paint her nails, there and then. At 5 in the morning. And she knew that I spent the entire night mugging for my exams which was in a few hours’ time. It's not helping, when she thought she was trying to take some time off my notes.

She's cute. And annoying.

At this point of time, I need a chimney. It's cold, and I'm shivering. My notes are all over the place.

I'm ready to plonk myself on the bed real soon. Tumblr is addictive, and I'm multi-tasking.

Iftar with ze family over the weekends was fulfilling. With toys sprawled on the floor, (two) boys shooting at each other, babies with their inherited curls, uncles discussing over some topics, unreasonable cravings, food on a picnic mat -it was a smooth Saturday. Aunts, mum and I yakked about the old times, aunt's indonesian tycoon patient etc. while sipping cups of bitter coffee (um no, I drank plain water). Syumi turned one, and Izzie turned fourteen -my cousins are forever sharing birthdates.

One week down, the thing about this Ramadhan; I've been reminding myself on how african kids are prolly starving for days and here I am, feeling hungry as well as complaining when I know I have a couple more of hours to break my fast.

I cancelled Ma'wa (again). Sigh. Walnut and I won't be seeing the kids only after Raya. Double Sigh.

Note: I think my late grandma owned the prettiest curls; All except for me, inherited their bouncy curls from grandma eversince they were borned. Sadly, mine started only when...I'm eighteen. Mum still thinks my hair is weird.

An hour ago, I actually thought it was only 10pm. Now, I'm wide awake and thinks it's only midnight. Time check = 10 mins to 4am.