I'm typing these letters that soon form into words in my Mom's car, on my way back home after a tiring day at school, with 20% showing at my battery bar because this phone's battery lasts just as much time you take to finish reading this paragraph.

Ah, where are my manners?

اَلسَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ

I'm writing this post because I don't even know why. There's this feeling I have, burning somewhere between my heart and my infected lungs, one I'm so unfamiliar with, yet so comfortable to have firing whatever space I have between those two organs I mentioned earlier.

Ah, 15%. I'll be keeping you updated. Know that I might post this right before my battery's last breath, or while charging it on my bed right after I reach home and finish performing Maghrib prayer.

As I was saying, I have this feeling burning in my chest. But after rambling about keeping you updated on my battery's life, I lost interest in talking about that feeling. So yeah I feel like pressing the BACKSPACE button multiple times to erase all the crap I've written so far, but meh this Farisha is just too lazy.

Oh, we just picked up Fariha from her nursery.

Here she is, in my arms, staring out the car window ((searching for cats I guess)).

Hey, I just remembered something. Today's the 31st. Tomorrow's the first day of February. Yesterday was my brother's birthday and tomorrow's Kak Lina's birthday. Happy birthday you two.

This is me failing the attempt to stay on one subject for more than 300 seconds, so while we're on the subject of changing subjects, let's change the subject.

On second thought, no, how about I just end this post.

Sorry for the rants. Congratulations to you and your eyes if you managed to read this far. Oops, 10%. By the way, I'm not in my mom's car, nor am I at home. I'm at a restaurant, buying dinner. Yep, take-out.

اَلسَّلاَمُ عَلَيْكُمْ وَرَحْمَةُ اللهِ وَبَرَكَاتُهُ