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    Sunday, November 27, 2005

    I panicked for a brief moment as I sat in my chair, trying to recall what I did last night. I have absolutely no recollection what happened last night or the night before last. Well, at least for a while. The girls did pretty okay last night, me thinks. Though I really think they could use a bit more of running and just something that could help them calm their nerves. They were giving away balls so easily. Chin up girls, it's all about experience and fun. I went home straight after that. The initial plan was to have dinner somewhere in town. But since I was all alone and I am not quite the person who is used to eating alone, I decided to board 700 and head straight for home. The evening was gloomy, just the way I like it but it was a freezer of a bus, I'm telling you. Ohwells. I slept throughout the journey nevertheless and woke up with a pounding headache.

    I do realise that this is beginning to sound more like a report.

    I stayed in my room all night long except when I was in the study, watching muzika extravaganza. No offence, but I found only the tribute to P.Ramlee to be interesting and ummm, nice. After that, I went back into my room to watch kuch kuch kota hai. There's just something about old and sappy hindi movies that I can't get enough of. So, do not be surprised when you ask me what I did for the day and I say "oh I watched kkkg/kkhh". Was supposed to go to Adibah's place today but it seems like I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and am just not in the mood to go out there, to socialise. Besides, I couldn't get out of the house. I was also very much looking forward to watching Just Like Heaven. Then again, my sudden moodswing had to foil my plans.

    Dammit lah. I should have just went to Adibah's place. Sometimes, I feel that I am just about the dumbest person alive. I mean, who in the right mind would deprive herself the company of good friends and good food. Now, I am seriously bored out of my wits. I cannot even begin to describe the emptiness that engulfs me. I am not talking about an emotional void. Emptiness as in sian lah, nothing to do. I've been dying to catch a movie or attend a wedding reception but... huaaaarghhhh.

    Hmm okay, I think my sister is my knight in shining armour. She has gone down to rent a movie. Speaking of knights in shining armour... hmmm nevermind. Let's just forget it. Let's just forget that I even knew you all my life. Let's just watch me grow old into a lonely spinster, okay?

    I have a feeling this is pms.

    Kwinella @ 4:10 PM!