(Another) quick one and a lil' bit more.

i'm not sick, just feeling unwell.
i'm not vomiting, just vomiting blood.
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I am so nervous about these 2 weeks. I will be so busy, with assignments and exams around the corner. I don’t know how am I gonna pull through. =(


And I know I shouldn’t be blogging BUT I am very sure I will feel better after letting it all out so shut up don’t tell me to stop wasting my time blogging cause it is not.
[Gosh I am so nervous I typed the whole sentence out without punctuations]


So hear me rant.


There are times when I feel down. It's unexplainable. Well if you want me to explain this feeling I have... It is a feeling of emptiness. There isn’t a reason to be upset, but there isn’t a reason to be happy either. Like there's nothing there. I feel disorientated.


"i don't believe in needing a reason to be happy=)”


I don’t need a reason too, but of course a ship of chocolates is a very good reason to be happy=D. Ok the ranting ends here.
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Did you see the moon yesterday?
Sms has been circulating around,
Zi Wei has been telling me to look upon the sky yesterday night.
Something special from the moon.
She smiled.




obviously i googled this one.
i was so excited i forgot to take picture.



So cute right?
they say it happens every 100 years.
or 1000 years.
Guess it's a gift from the moon to the world,
especially those victims in Mumbai and Thailand.
Heavy toll on human life.
Painfully saddened, appalled and outraged
by this senseless, mindless, heartless
brutal act of violence.
And you question why this happened,
and is still happening.
I'll ask why.
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I didn't know I TALK IN MY SLEEP. And yesterday night was not the first time. From what I'm told by my roomie, who almost got a heart attack last night, I rarely say anything of consequence, but I speak as if I were awake and having a normal conversation. I don't shout, I don't sing, and I don't respond to people who try to talk back to me. But I was talking yesterday, LOUDLY, more like mumbling cause she couldn't catch what I said. So she decided to tell me. The truth. That I'm a sleep talker.

CONFIRMED.

What reallllly creeped her out though, was when she turned to look at me at one point,




















I WAS SMILING AT HER.


WHEN I WAS ASLEEP.


"LIKE THE JOKER GUY," Quote her.













WARAO DAMN SCARY CAN???!!!!!!!

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I'm sleepy, but I'm refusing myself of sleep.
I need coffee.
I had my first one last sem during finals. (yea you heard it right)
It was horrible,
because I am hopelessly incapable of mixing anything right
(coffee powder with milk or milo powder with milk )
Haih, what to do. It was either that,
or sleep and fail the paper.
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erm.
ok.
bye.