Blogpost.

My bloodshot eyes are itching because of sleep-deprivation and continuously staring at the laptop. I slept at about 12:30am. Woke up, whining, at 4:00am for sehri. I slept for a nice long while during the roza, but it was not enough. It's 8:42pm. I want to sleep but heaven-knows-why it won't come to me. But I can hardly lie still in bed and wait to doze off. So here I am with another boring blog post because there's nothing else to do.

Ramzan is almost over. The usual Eid-cleaning got delayed somehow and will most probably start tomorrow. And Eid-cleaning is not just any cleaning, it is practically sterilizing the house to make it fit for Eid guests. No speck of dust should be visible to the eye. Everything should be spotless, in its immaculate form. It is tiring, but it's kinda fun when we all do it together; me, Mum & little bro. Everything is fun when you're with your favourite people.

I'm looking forward to Eid because:

• it coincides with my birthday, 
• I get to wear new dresses specially made for me, 
• of the people who'll IA visit us, 
• of the loadsss of desserts 
• & the invitations we have for Eid milan parties

Which has to be one awesome Eid.

Okay bye.

A weird being, yours-not-so-truly is.

It's weird how I can feel immense dislike towards someone very close and revert to loving them dearly, all in the space of few short minutes.

It's weird how I can give the best advice to some troubled friend, how I can listen to everything that friend has to say without any objection and how I find myself lost when I need advice, or want someone close to listen to me.

It's weird how I look forward to Ramadan, then waste the greater part of it and feel overcome with regret in the last five days.

It's weird how my feverish excitement can completely eveaporate and leave no trace of itself behind due to one measly little event.

It's weird how I can't think of any more weird things I do now, and how I was bursting with them few minutes ago.

It's weird how I'm thinking I'll complete this list awhile later, when I very well know I will not.

Oh well. I have to concede to the fact that I've run out of weird things, so I'll have to end the post.

Tata.