I just had the weirdest work experience ever. Having a stranger tell you that they have your picture on their phone is really weird.
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I just can’t sleep. Again.
Has anyone got really funny pictures or stories to share?
Or maybe save me from boredom?
These days, I have been dreaming of the days my family and I go for our (sometimes bi)annual Singapore trip. It would be really different without dad, but I cannot wait. It’s going to be in December, inshaAllah. If everything falls through. If not, I’m just going to have to wait until next year.
But I’m really craving for the days and nights spent shopping. The smell of new things that you’re trying to pack when you’re back in your hotel room. Not looking forward to the feet acting up, though. They always do. I WANT TO HAVE SURGERY TO FIX THEM! I haven’t gotten my feet checked by the doctors yet, but mom just reckons I need to lose weight.
Like, hello. (Allow me to be a bimbo at this hour.) I got my flat feet from dad, he had trouble walking long-distances too.
It’s not like I don’t like how my feet looks. Actually, I love how they look, it’s pretty dainty, and it fits into the sexiest of shoes! But they are literally a pain when I walk. Even in flats, walking around at The Mall in Gadong can be a pain. Imagine walking the whole length of Orchard Road in Singapore! I’d rather die.
Not really. But I’d try to find places to sit on while the others shop. And shop for me, while they’re at it. LOL.
I really shouldn’t think excessively. Whatever brain cells I have left have to be reserved for tomorrow. Three hours of sleep usually don’t cover the regeneration of lost brain cells. Whichever ones that regenerate. I really do not know much about anything, do I?
Whatever. I’m just going to lie down in bed and stare at the ceiling.