The Diary of How I Survived 2 Weeks Confinement - Day 7

i could not sleep at all last night. apparently blogging didn't help in eradicating the tears and restlessness - it might've worsened them, in fact. i tossed and turned on my bed for hours and hours, with thoughts i DON'T want to be thinking whirring in my brain. i finally dozed off at about 6am, and woke up at 10am.

alfiyan called at 6plus as usual to say hi, good morning, etc.

i did the laundry and dishes. i took my shower, got ready and left home at about 1215pm, embarking on my slow walk to neni's house near admiralty to pick up nani banun's glasses. alfiyan called during my walk, and i think i intentionally did not brighten up my voice like i usually do. or it might've just been the lack of sleep. or pms. probably a combination of all three?

i met my cousin annur at yishun interchange at 130pm. we took bus 39 to ris grandeur, kala yati's house at pasir ris. we hung out at nadja's room, i fell asleep on her bed. we went down to swim. i did 7 laps, which was so tiring but fulfilling.

i did not plan on having dinner but since annur and i stayed over at kala yati's house till 8 plus, i had no choice but to eat something. kala yati ordered pizza and i forced myself to take a few bites, but in the end i gave up and just ate the pizza topping. :)

alfiyan called some time after dinner. he didn't sound happy knowing that i was still at pasir ris, he said he had to go to bed soon since he will be having ippt the next day. i told him that i would talk to him during the journey home. but when that moment came, he said to call when i was home.

we fought again.

i told him if he expects me to be understanding and supportive of him while he's in ns, he should give the same to me too. i'm glad he understood.

i understand now why so many relationships don't work out when the boyfriends are in ns. most of them change, some for the worse with regards to sensitivity to someone else's feelings. i don't blame the girls for wanting to seek solace in another guy, but it is still wrong.

i pray that will not be me one day.