::Nanuenymous::

Got a case of the mid-week blues? You've come to the right place. We can definitely form a liaison here, because I do too. I refuse to study when I have a paper tomorrow. I call it my mid-week blues' symptom.

You know, the thing with being Nanue is that my thoughts can easily steer me away from just about anything that needs my prime focus. Facebook of course, never fail to distract me but to me, it's still within my reach, it's manageable. Thoughts; on the other hand, are wild. It sprawls all over your mind and creeps every branches of your brain, especially when you need it the most. They are evil specimens. But really, things like these always have me coming back to this page because of the rush to share them often comes afterwards the thought-waves. Always. So, besides the mighty internet and .blogspot, I think you should all be thanking my wandered thoughts.

Is it weird that I actually cannot wait to get pregnant? By that I mean, legally pregnatized by someone you love. (I don't even know if pregnatize is a legal, registered word).

No, before you start judging, think about it. Think about the intense sentiment of love, nostalgia, effort (LOL) that comes with it. That small sight of the plus sign on the test kit, that very moment when you realize that a life-changing stage and events await you. I find it extremely odd and wondrous at the same time, feeling beyond joyful about enduring something that's so physically painful (according to my mum). It's like eating ice cream with petai and belacan. (???). It's kind of wrong, but it's good. Not that I've ever tried it, but you get what I mean. I have no idea what gives to this sudden realization but I think something inside me is growing, figuratively speaking. Motherly instinct I suppose? Haha wow.

A few hours ago, in the course of going through glycolysis and TCA cycle all over again, I was thinking about making that moment a special one. You know how in movies, they often dramatize the moment such that the couple would go for a check up, having both of them sitting across the table, facing the doctor while the doctor enthusiastically break the good news to them. Na uh!
I abhor the averagers. I'll further dramatize the scene by having me seeing the doctor alone and me breaking the news to my husband with some added punch. I haven't given this particular part of the story an extensive thinking but it's definitely paving its way to my list of things to do when I grow up: To dramatize the moment of telling my husband that he'd soon be a father. Hells yeah!

OMG, I think the email I received a couple of days ago, with a headline that says "June Graduation" may have contributed to this excessively gatal Nanue you've seen this couple of days. I'm sorry. Time flashes before your eyes so fast; the next thing you think about is everything but school.

Oh God. I need to get back to the ground ASAP.