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Sunday, August 24
she shared @ 11:00 PM

sometimes i log on to this page, half-expecting auto self-generated updates of my life. guess it doesn't happen that way. :|

at this very moment i'm contemplating taking medical leave from work tomorrow. the killer headache ringing around, i can feel thru my eye sockets. the nose is running like a leaking tap. and menstrual backaches is plainly, a bitch. but maybe i just need to sleep it all off. i've still got at least 7 hours to do just that..

yesterday i somehow found myself surrounded by the sisters, yummy pre-loved dresses bags shoes, brand-new Lola babies and pretty pretty fireworks towards the end of the night. ok, it wasnt coincidental. we were at fleaflyflofun @ Home Club. and seeing how i hardly get to spend time with my 2 brats, i dragged them along with me to accompany the elder brat. eh wrong. the elder sister i mean. so there we spent the saturday night away. talking about 'spent'.. i, nurul hudha, have shamefully underestimated my sisters. talking bout the young ones here. they were having a ball of a time running in and out of the club, sifting thru the odd trinkets of comics, puzzles, cosmetics, tops and dresses that were being sold. they were having fun shopping! in a place like that. at MY expense. and i was actually worried they'd get bored. -_- but then again, i can't really complain. they're being independent. and that's a good thing, no?

damn. i've plenty more to tell; 'bout work. and the family. and the endless quirky observations i come across every single day. but i think i'll spare it for another day. the glare coming from this screen squared in front of me is probably not the best thing i should be concentrating on right now.

nite, nite people. have a damn good Monday if you can.

love, love.

PS. i miss you. (us).