8.5 on the psych-o-meter

so i warded myself in the rumah.orang.sakit.(hati).telok.kurau over the weekend, nursing my broken heart and muddled head.

thank you to un and schoolmarm who came to visit bearing words of comfort, company and most importantly, food.
oh glorious food...

thank you to muhd.playwright for always being within an.sms' reach.

thank you to the ceiling for engaging in my most inane of conversations.

thank you to the couch for bearing my weight and my farts for 2 days and 2 nights without as much as a groan.

thank you to all my beautiful new clothes for showing me that being alone is okay as long as your ensemble is coordinated.

thank you to the dvd player for spinning one pirated movie after another tirelessly from sunrise to sunset.

thank you to MTV and Channel [V] for playing all the cool-esque RnB music videos so that i can club and dance my heart out without having to put on clothes, make up or a fake smile on my face.

thank you to my brother's MP3 player for allowing me to indulge in my rempit moments by singing along to the likes of Siti Nurhaliza, Dayang Nurfaizah, Melly, Radja and other self-pitying and kental Malay singers.

thank you Shida for not giving up and sticking with me throughout this tumultous and difficult time.

thank you one and all, from the bottom of my heart.

without you,

i would have gone sane.