AkImA No NiKkI

  Soooo good thing about my period this month is it's free cramps this time around. Bad thing is, the urge to hibernate and lack of appetite. And I'm sitting for my finals right now and those definitely are inappropriate as of the moment. Since it's Ramadhan, it's easy to pass off the lack of eating during the day but not so much after iftar. Roomie is used to this habit by now, knowing my hibernating urge during period is like fighting off waves on a stormy season and you're skinny dipping. I'm happy for the lack of insane pain of hot poker scrambling my womb like cheese mozzarella that is called cramps though and given any other time, I'd gladly take malnutrition and hibernation in a stride against cramping. Sleep is much better than unwarranted pain anyway, less folding myself like origami and more blissful dreams. But it makes time flies and I need to study for the papers, so once again I'm eternally grateful for roomie making sure my abnormal s

First term is nearing its end, second term awaits in Sept. Finals is in 3 days and lasts for 8 days, including the gap between the papers. I know, it's hella short but hey, considering we only have 5 papers to sit, it makes sense. Besides, the quicker we end it the better. First paper is Literature, this Thursday morning. Why is it my fav subject that always goes first? In high school, it was English. Now, Literature. It's like they're saving the worst for the last. (I suppose that's exactly what they had in mind, all things considered.) Mom finally asked me what the shit has crawled up my ass and died in according to my surly attitude back during Gawai break. I told her I was just butthurt that they didn't have enough trust in me to keep my priorities regarding Sis and they treated me like I was a stupid teen instead of a mature young adult who knows my way around life. Well no, I don't exactly know my way around life, seeing that I'm an ex-cutter

Olas. We're up to 9 days in Ramadhan now. 3 more weeks to go, or less. So far, fasting here in PALAM feels natural, doesn't change much from when I was in Shah Alam.  Maybe slightly better, even. Back then, I didn't care much on my diet, only making sure it was enough to keep me going for the tight schedule. As long as it's food, I'd be fine with it. Here, I could have space for my preferences. Granted, there aren't much variety up here, but yknow, we make do with the best we have. What I preferred, I'm free to pursue, and vice versa. It's the little things that feels more gratifying than we'd think. I don't call home that often, once a week, maybe. I guess it was more often than before Gawai, but that's neither here nor there. I call to check in, both for their benefit and mine. I missed one last week, Dad didn't pick up. So I called again tonight, and Dad called back. The usual chit-chat is always refreshing though it rarely cha

It's the 3rd day of Ramadhan and finals is in 2 weeks. Last Gawai break at home was....well, to put it simply, progressive. I didn't entirely hate it, minus the one or four times I wanted to throw myself over a bridge but that's not out of the ordinary, so that's that. Baby bro and Mia made things a little bearable, I suppose. Yeay for little siblings, right?  By now, I've already finished most of my assignments and should focus on the coming finals. Roomie reminded me to get an early ticket home for Eid before it's all gone, eventhough we just got back. Well, it's Eid, so it's understandable. Considering we're changing rooms next term, we have to clear out our things by Eid as well. The thought of lugging heavy sets of luggage around on a 12+ hour trip bus puts a frown on my face but if shove comes to push, I guess there's no other way around it. Dad told me to hitch a ride home with Sis and stuff my crap at her place. Since we didn'