It's Friday.

One missed call.

Mada. (my mother) 

Me: Ma, anhi ku tug ila adele. (Ma, i'll sleep here at Adele's.)

Ma: that's what I wanted to know.

Me: (shocked) Ow! I'm sorry that I haven't answered your call. I was editing my thesis. Nyt, ma.

Ma: Nite 2

DKML? HAHAHAHA 

 
*senseless Na.Na*

That Awkward Moment when . .

I just feel a bit rejected. The feeling when someone closed to you is starting to, kind of, stop being close with you. That awkward moment when both of you are left in a fucking room alone and you've got nothing left to say with each other. It really sucks and it's awkward (obviously!). It sounds crazy but maybe, I've outgrown that person. I became mature and we just drifted apart. Maybe, just maybe. I saw that certain person and I know that that person saw me but that person didn't even bother to say hi or whatever. I fucking hate this sort of feeling but I fucking really don't mind that much. 

 *senseless Na.Na*