Saturday, August 30
hells kitchen.
I woke up feeling like a plane wreck. I have a floaty feeling that crashes into a mountain as soon as I lift my head. I guess it's a cross between beinginlove and having a hangover.
Gahh. Saturday morning wasnt really a good start. But it wasnt really a bad start either. Because... Theres no tuition!!! And then all i needed to perk my day up was a text message from whoelsecanitbe. So instead of feeling sad or nostalgic, all i felt was incredulous and somehow, happy.
Ramadhan is near, and im kind of excited.
PS: I hope your dream comes true :]
PPS: You now have my permission to yawn.
Where rainbow ends.