Six paracetamol are consumed in six hours. This migraine is killing me. Have you ever dreamed that you are laid to rest in a coffin your mother crying in your father arms? As it is slowly lowered onto the ground and soil covering the hole with every thud, the dread feeling of being buried alive encompass you, “THUD” and you found yourself on the floor with the bolster hitting your head. What a way to wake up at 2am. This freaking migraine is giving me those hallucinations; they vary from being exotic to erotic. Two years isn't a long time to forget someone but to see the same person in a totally different style is almost unbelievable. The nerdy specs is gone, short hair have grown long, bermudas have traded for skirt, canvas for heels. It seems hilarious that some friends can lose contact over and over again without realizing how long it was. Have you ever know someone all your life? If you do, you sit down and enjoys a cup of coffee and talk your heart out? It must have been my migraine or otherwise I wouldn’t have the courage to reply her hello with, “You were abducted by Aliens or what happened?” but at least the character is still the same with her reply, her usual demure and giggle.