Tuesday, 16 September 2008
One step a time
It's gonna be an early night for me. What's new anyway, right? The conversation with Mirul ended abruptly cause daddy dearest was irritating the hell out of me, constantly reminding of the time and that I should be resting now. But I ain't complaining. Even if I don't get to meet you on weekdays, there are always Saturdays.My parents are accustomed to me spending the whole Saturday outside that they actually made a point to remind me about staying home for this weekend for our shopping trip.
Damn.
It only mean one thing, a day less spent with you.Breathe Faezah. Breathe.
Anyways, my mom was surprised when I told her to wake me up for Sahur this morning. She went "OK! OK! DON'T WORRY I'LL WAKE YOU UP!" with full semangat and all. Cause lately, I haven't been fasting and my mom got sick and tired of waking me up, only to have me retract to my foetal position once she stepped out of my room.I shall secretly wish that my mom would be like my dad-"NAK PUASA, PUASA. TAKNAK JANGAN PAKSA". Haha. My dad is that chill. Wa salut sama lu, ayah!
My colleagues are still trying to get use to the fact that I'm fasting. HAHA.
Its the same for every morning. Their very own checklist: "Naqiah fast, Ain fast, Faezah...NOPE". When I tried covering up by lying that I did, I get the usual replies "HAHA. YEAH RIGHT! I SAW SMOKING UNDER MANGO TREE". Sesungguhnyer aku kene spot. Okay, enough of puasa issues. Tomorrow Faezah shall overcome another long, dry, foodless, drinkless,smokeless day in the office. I'm so proud of myself.Tee heeee.
Fuck, its 10.And I haven't shower yet. Another day in the office, another pecah-otak thinking of what the fuck to wear. If my heels could talk, they would probably tell me to fuck off from them. If heels could talk... I'd love to talk back to them. Fuck them back for treating my delicate feet the way they do. I still love you...My FLOPS AND SNEAKERS.
Damn.
It only mean one thing, a day less spent with you.Breathe Faezah. Breathe.
Anyways, my mom was surprised when I told her to wake me up for Sahur this morning. She went "OK! OK! DON'T WORRY I'LL WAKE YOU UP!" with full semangat and all. Cause lately, I haven't been fasting and my mom got sick and tired of waking me up, only to have me retract to my foetal position once she stepped out of my room.I shall secretly wish that my mom would be like my dad-"NAK PUASA, PUASA. TAKNAK JANGAN PAKSA". Haha. My dad is that chill. Wa salut sama lu, ayah!
My colleagues are still trying to get use to the fact that I'm fasting. HAHA.
Its the same for every morning. Their very own checklist: "Naqiah fast, Ain fast, Faezah...NOPE". When I tried covering up by lying that I did, I get the usual replies "HAHA. YEAH RIGHT! I SAW SMOKING UNDER MANGO TREE". Sesungguhnyer aku kene spot. Okay, enough of puasa issues. Tomorrow Faezah shall overcome another long, dry, foodless, drinkless,smokeless day in the office. I'm so proud of myself.Tee heeee.
Fuck, its 10.And I haven't shower yet. Another day in the office, another pecah-otak thinking of what the fuck to wear. If my heels could talk, they would probably tell me to fuck off from them. If heels could talk... I'd love to talk back to them. Fuck them back for treating my delicate feet the way they do. I still love you...My FLOPS AND SNEAKERS.
// posted by faezah @ 9:31 pm 
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