Mumbles. My mumbles. I mumble a lot.

I wanted to write about something coming sincerely from the heart. Something I hold very close, very dear to me. Yet upon much deliberation, I fear that the consequences of my writings would be very, very extreme. Many would be held into account, and many would bombard me with questions I couldn't comprehend, what more answer. The magnitude would be so immense, I decided to roll it up like a furball, and swallow it like a cat, like I always do.

To not disappoint, here's a dialogue between me and my mother, a couple of days back, in the car, on the way to tarawikh:

Mama: "Muzani? Tak sikat rambut ke?"
Me: " Tak."
Mama: "Apesal?"
Me: "Nanti pakai kopiah jugak. Sama je,"
Mama: " *sigh*. Sikat rambut pun malas,"
Me: *sigh*


And I just celebrated my birthday a couple of weeks back. Haha. Enjoy Ramadhan folks.