One of the worst things that could happen to a human being in the wee hours of the night.
Is when you're tired, and you're in deep need of snore-time.
But you just can't get it.
Even after efforts and efforts of trying and forcing yourself.
All thanks to the body discomforts that one just had to bear.

Thank you lower backache.
Thank you sexy tummy cramps.
Thank you butt which feels like shitting the whole time but can never shit.
You made me wake up alot the previous night.
Then this night, you are just really the true definition of I-didn't-sleep-a-wink.
Whatever shit I'm saying in that sentence, I have no idea.

I listened to music.
I danced in the dark.
I drank a cup of warm Milo.
I read 50pages of the storybook.
I sat in the living room from 1am till 3am.
I became cranky I stopped replying Hakim's SMS.
I looked at my ugly, dehydrated, almost-dead face in the mirror.
I started to tear up.
I end up blogging.
What more do you want, Pain?
Why can't you leave me alone?
Oh my God!
And I start talking to Pain.

Yes Mummy Aminah is right.
All these makes a person seem like one hell of a depressed kid.
Tonight, I'm it.




And I wish Dad, A HAPPY BIRTHDAY.