Trin trin... phoneh! :P

Ahh...I've noticed. I don't get phone calls much anymore... you know, it's such a relief.
'Hi, hama magumathin fenigen gulhaalee - reethi vegen'
'Hi, nubai numbereh. Fahun gulhaanan'
Chi. Maldivian idiot men... Either they've realised that there are better things... or am ossifa (about time :P but that theory makes me feel ooooooooooold - so scratch that :P) or well, who cares... its over! Or is it :P ... *reminds herself to live in the present without fear* :P
^_^
I've been on a creative kick the past few days... yeah I know, I know, it doesn't really reflect in my writing skils much lately (did it ever really?)...
I've so far redesigned my room and painted a bit (no not my toe nails fool!)... scribbled all over a couple of hundred pages... and... - DON'T LAFF - I made a lil melody (amilla raageko! dhen visnanee exposure ah araa heyren, *snickers*!) only it sounds like some desperate, dying, suicidal sucker came up with it. And I feel rather cheerful (or I think I do). How wierd.
I've been seeing some absolutely absurd dreams lately... from recounting the enitre day with minor changes (gosh how bloody pointless can life get???!!!) to eating a 6 feet lon hot dog while *ahem* enjoying *ahem* the *ahem* company *ahem ahem* of some one ... and the *ahem* pleasures of life *ROFL* I swear.. don't think anything's specially strange with me and think (keyword : THINK) am acting fairly normal (up to the world to decide :P and yeah normal's a perspective thing obviously, but hey) ... but by god... my subconcious alone is enough to peg me down with the major league psycho's ... maldivian psycho. Or it would seem :P
(damn I really cannot seem to be able to conclude anything anymore... !!!! or maybe I can... :P )



OOOOOOOOoooooooooooooh... what does this button dooooooooooo?