For some reason, I woke up today thinking its Sunday. Saw my grandpa getting ready and got pissed off, coz I thought he was going out on a Sunday to eat when my mum is (usually) already out to the market to buy stuff to cook. Wanted to wake Pipi up for madrasah just to see he's not in his bed so I thought maybe I woke up late and he already went off. Phone rang, my uncle's collegeaue called to ask if he's ok, told them he's already discharged from the hospital like coz its already Sunday what and told them he's probably not at home to send the children off for tuition. Saw 3 sms on my handphone and I thought woah, why are they talking about weekends. Today is the weekends.

For good 30 minutes, I insisted it was a Sunday.

Not funny ok. Coz I really felt disoriented and I was just lost. There's this intense feeling of being hopelessly lost. Like I don't know what's going on. I know it sounds melodramatic but I swear to you I am not kidding. It was quite scary,until I finally regain my sense of direction and time. Head still spinning though.

Hanim