Just got off the phone with baby munchkin. Can't get much done when he didn't get sleep for 3 days straight. I'm just glad he's back safe and sound. God knows how restless I was during the days that I did not hear his voice.
I was with efa and had our used-to-be-everyday late nights at the usual spot. She told me stuff that really got the ears burning. Apparently, a creature called my lovable efa beybeh "a high maintanence bitch". Macam seeyal. I've known efa since the very first day I step into Cotton On lot 1. And even though it's not a decade year old friendship, I know because I SEE and do not ASSUME.
People like us, people like me and efa, we work for what we want. We shop using our hard-earned money. If we do not have money, we don't spend. Simple as that. Well just because we experiment with different nail polish colours, just because we buy make-up stuffs from Sasa, just because we use external help for beauty purposes, even that doesn't make us high maintanence bitches.
And like what my beybeh says.. better to be high maintanence bitches rather than a fucking whore.
anyhoos, both of us? we are very much happily in love.
To my muhammad afiq,
You changed my super mundane life the very minute we first met. I'm happy.. and I hope you are too. My heart is so full of love for you. As much as I try to type it out.. or as much as I tried to express it out loud for you, I know I can't because baby... it is more than this. It is more than words. It is you. and I love you.
in writing. || 3:07 AM