Purple flowers.

Yea yea it got a bit too much. And for a week it was kissed with the scent of lala pharmacy girls high pitched voices down the corridor giggling about so and so's latest flirty skirt. Enough of that. Back to something a lil more palatable (and easy on the eyes).

I am extremely tempted to open Photoshop and start another 5hr gruelling drawing session with tutorials at hand I don't quite comprehend. All this because someone is going to have fun at the beach tomorrow. Boo hoo.

I miss my mother. So. Much.

Might just pop down home (hope the father will close one eye). I am growing accustomed to finding my way around in the car I'd like to think. Today was the first day I got onto the LDP on my own (after a confirmation call with EeLynn of course, my beloved safety net, my rose among thorns of fake pretentious people in the universe) and I actually did not panic or get lost (altho I did pay toll twice because I didn't heed Lynno's warning bout making a U-turn right before the toll so had to back up go thru the toll again on the other side). Silly bridget, as he says.

Shisha smoking is not for me. Granted it is an established activity to do in the noisy humdrum happenings of Hartamas Square and there is that slight twangy dizziness for a fleeting few minutes but when you choke on your 3rd puff, you start to reconsider ever agreeing to shisha again. Paying RM1 per puff is not exactly economically beneficial.

I'm starting to wonder if I drink enough water during the day. I get massive dehydrated headaches late at night and compensate by gulping down half of a litre bottle in one shot but that only makes me get up three four times to pee throughout the night.

And Leon thinks the high you get from smoking shisha is not really the tobacco but the copious amounts of oxygen breathed in when sucking in through the pipe getting to your brains and making you feel dizzy. A debatable theory no doubt.

The head weighs heavily. Perhaps it is time to lie down and give it a rest. Cold comfy sheets await. =P