yawnee yawn

I am just so sleepy these days. So so sleepy. As I'm typing this, my eyes are already half closed. I am yawning non-stop. According to the Tipping Point, just reading the word 'yawn' makes you feel like yawning. And if you yawn in front of others, most likely somebody else will start yawning too. How many times have you yawned reading the word yawn in this blog? Or how sleepy are you after reading about me being sleepy? Even yawning has its tipping point. I crave for the weirdest food ever during Ramadhan. Like, when I was out grocery shopping last weekend, I bought food that I would never thought of eating if it weren't for Ramadhan. For example, I bought Nestum. Okayyy, craving Nestum out of all the delicacies made available for us during this blessed and holy month! Nyum nyum. And then I bought bread. I am not a bread eater. I wouldn't eat bread for breakfast unless I really have to (re:overseas,everything else is non-halal etc). Bread sandwich with tuna ke whatever? Errr, sorry, not for me! But this does not apply to breads such as burger bread, bread that accompanies meals such as the ones served at Tony Roma's etc. I am kinda picky and choosy lah pendek kata. But that day I felt like eating bread. Hishhh..kalah preggie mummy. What do you guys have for sahur? As for me, I've never been a heavy-eater. In fact, years back I wouldn't even wake up for sahur. But now that I have a better understanding of the benefits and hikmah of sahur, I make it a point to wake up. Usually I'd just have a glass of water, unless it's one of those special menus like roti canai or nasi lemak. The special menu is only available during weekends. Great. Baru ada mood. On weekdays I just want to have an extra hour of sleep so I have to sacrifice a lil bit of my sahur time. ZzZZz...so sleepy. On weeknights I don't make time for anything else but sleep. After terawih, off to bed I go. Don't talk to me about watching tv or having a proper conversation or hang out ke apa. Weekend, different story. :) Like this weekend for instance, the big baby is coming back. In fact he's on his way back to KL weehoo!! I haven't seen him since our engagement weekend. *flashback* Our very firstttt buka puasa together was at Nando's SACC Mall. And for Ramadhan 2007, we went to Dihati (I think that's the name of the shop) for its nasi lemak on a regular basis. It's either that or pasar ramadhan Seksyen 13 where we'd tapau and eat at our respective apartment units in Baiduri. After that, he'd come over to my place to pass me my car key (because his unit is nearer to my parking spot, he parked my car for me and walked to my unit to send the key :) and a bottle of mineral water. Compulsory. Because I was not used to living away from home, I didn't know what to bring and all that. Kinda think of it, I never got used to living on my own. MUST. LEARN. FAST. Sometimes we would forget about the key and the next morning super nerdy me would wake up super early to go to class (even though the Uni is just next door), and moody sebab kunci tak ada padahal I asked him to park my car for me. Haha. And then I would have to call him (yang masih tidur) like a hundred times to wake him up. He would meet me near my car, with muka bangun tidur and all that just to pass that little key. Gosh, guysss (re:my old self and his old self), have you ever heard of the word 'spare key'?? But seriously, even though moody moody because I would be "late" (haha sukanya ejek diri sendiri!), most of the time I found it cute. The whole drama mamba I mean. Yawwwnnnnn. Scho schleepy. Goodnight! :)