my biological clock feels strangely off-tangent, and yet i'm unwilling to waste this happy non-hazy hari raya holiday in bed, when i have a million other things i wished (i can) accomplish today.

it feels happy tapping on the wireless from unitedsquare, where the signal is excellent, no less. i hear the hairdryers whirling from the changing room just behind me in the gym, and my mom's muffled laughter.

beautiful days like these are rare, and i sit here quietly on my own, with mr toshiba, the nano with chris brown on the house, and reading random emails on how my new media project is finalised, already.

i thought of how the first sem has already been reduced to the remaining 2 months or so, and i am still at a loss of what i am supposed to do, the requirements and the expectations i'm supposed to live up to. i enjoy school to a certain extent but i want to see myself a few years from now like the women in the gym, laughing with unglam-post-hairdryer-hair, feeling happy and contented of how they think life is treating them good despite their husband's expanding potbellies.

'cos by then, we'd live our stories with a happy ending.

lings!
she thinks tomorrow doesnt matter and even if the world stops revolving, she is a girl, as happy as she can be.