The number 13

I cut my hair last week, a simple short bob that looks good on me on a very very extremely good hairday but turns me into a homeless person otherwise. I felt like cutting and was content (not exactly happy happy) with the results and missed my long hair a few days after.

Sunday turned out to be a great day for me, especially since the holidays started. Luck was on my side and fate brought us together, at first coincidentally and later a planned meet. Such joy. After a month of separation, we reunited once again, this time at Dome with two extras, Erin and Alea. The three met for the very first time and everything went well, except for the part where I almost teared up, but that's a different story altogether. Mum dropped by with the sisters and they exchanged 'Hellos', particularly with Shafiq and went off for lunch. We spent hours talking and went about hunting for goodies. I was smiles all day long and I liked it.


Forward four days and I am down with two aching ears that are throbbing like crazy. It could be those contaminated cotton buds or my sinus, spreading fungus(?) to the ear. Oh the agony of such pain, I never liked having any pain, especially at my ears and throat. Add that to the cramps I'm having and my life is complete.


Perhaps it was because of my upcoming periods, then, that I had frequent mood swings that made me feel like bursting into tears or throwing a fit every now and then. Perhaps that was why I was so angry this morning over a silly task that was not done by my sister, or probably because she has failed to do everything she was told immediately. Still, I have been in a grouchy mood all day long, easily angered by any comment made about me and/or by some school authority that gave me the cheek.


I went to buy doughnuts with my kid sister this afternoon and we were walking towards the car when a car passed us by, a car that looked very familiar. I was a little surprised at what I saw but made no effort to chase after the car or whatsit - there is no point in doing so. It must have been a mistake, because the paint is different and well, I don't suppose it is.

We turned thirteen months yesterday while Faiqah turned sixteen today. Happy sweet sixteenth, sister. He is now in Sabah with his family and I hope things are going well over there. I hope to see him again next week, if I get lucky.

That aside, I have been well this week. A bit angry, sick and upset but well and alright. The kittens, Chon and Nuui, are keeping me company and delighting us all and I have plenty of joy with them around. Oh, and do excuse the picture spam.

Turrah :)