- i use up 4-5 pieces of blotting paper per day, at a rate of 1 piece every 3 hours. and you can be sure the entire blue piece of blotting paper is soaked thoroughly with sebum. gross. shouldn’t 34 be a little past the whole active-sebum-production age?

- i get easily irritated by music on radio. i got into the car this evening and that horrendous ‘on the floor’ song started and my heart started palpitating at the sound of the opening beats and i scrambled for the ipod to save my life and breathed a huge sigh of relief when something less j.lo came on. i love you and your booty, honey, but if i hear that god-awful stuff again, imma stick some louboutins up your pitbull.

- over the dinner table earlier, the boy asked in his usual inquiring way:
A: “mummy, I want to ask you something. why is it that you marry daddy, and daddy marry you, ah?”
M: “i dunno. It’s a big mystery to me too.”
A: “is it you look at him, he look at you, then you fall in love, like that?”
(he says ‘love’ as in ‘laff’, so,)
M: “Ya. I look at him and i LAUGH, like ha ha ha hahahhahahaahahaa.”
he didn’t get it. oh well. i thought it was funny.

- i’m giving up on Orhan Pamuk. i’d started on ‘Museum of Innocence’ last year and only picked it up again halfway through this week. it’s basically about this rich guy who fell crazy in love/lust with a beautiful but poor relative of his, who gave away her virginity to him even though he was engaged to be married, and when he broke up his engagement to ask for the girl’s hand in marriage, she’d already gotten married. then he started pilfering all kinds of things she’s had contact with (spoon, lipstick, ice-cream cone?!), to remind him of the happiness he felt at each moment he observed her touching them, every item and memory of her painstakingly described. OMG OBSESSED MUCH.

- after seeing the boy off on his 6am bus to school, i’d sometimes disturb the girl in her sleep with kisses and tickles. sometimes she’d wake up, then i go back to sleep. (very evil, i know.) this morning while i went back to sleep, she was wide awake on our bed. when i woke up for work, she excitedly told me that as the sun came up, the sky went from very dark, to brighter, to even brighter. she’d been watching the window for over an hour. how nice, to make first-hand ‘discoveries’ or have eureka! moments like that, like you’re the first person to ever observe such phenomena of nature.

- re: boring Orhan Pamuk book, the husband said he took one look at the cover and he knew. could that have applied to aniq’s question…?

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