dreams.

mabel said that when i dream, im not getting restful sleep.

well, yeah. i need a method that would prevent my brain from going into hyperactivity at the wrong time of the day (or, night).

but, dreaming's better than not slping anytime, eh.

the unexplainable.

so many things have no rationale, no reason, no explanation.

lk the disappointment that is welling up inside of me.

=(

i feel lk kenny's dad.

and for everyone's sake (esp mine),
i hope no one figures out what that means.

shrug.

and what am i supposed to do?
why do i always manage to get myself into situations where im fucking stuck right in the middle?
im sorry the world operates like that.
im glad the Earth is dying.

austral-ass-ia.

im getting all angsty and troubled at this time of the night when i shld be settling down for bed.
pui.

i think i've had too much influx abt australia already.
im getting all pissed and irritated abt it.

whine

i feel lk a blob of fats right now.

but i wanna eat.
i want chips. ruffles' cheese and sour cream.
and chicken wings. bbqed ones please.
and ice cream. haagen's rumraisin on a cone.
and milkshake. island creamery's brandied cherry.

and i can't f-ing slp.
the horrors of a new week at work are keeping me wide awake.

itsnotstress

to all you concerned friends

i know theres a theory that i can't slp at night cos i was stressed over the exams.
i can safely tell you now, that it is NOT true.

simply because i am still awake NOW.
at 630 am.

pui man.
pui big time.