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Wednesday, March 17, 2010

mentioning is pointless. i should keep some thoughts to myself.

besides, the way its acting now. is just plain weird.

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Thursday, March 11, 2010

in his book, your chapter's closed.


i know.


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Wednesday, March 03, 2010

The things that midterm stresses do to you. Wait, or er, i meant me, at least in this story.


Yeah okay, so i shall do this again.


The things that midterm stresses did to ME.


BUT Its not even the midterms!! Its just 7 freaking projects all cramped together in the span of a month (almost).


Anyways, as usual, I was writing the essay till the words started looking like binary codes. Then i figured i needed a time-out and so, we went for dinner. I dont know how, it just felt like the 'honey warm milk' was calling out to me, in the total haunting way, and that was what i got. I'm guessing the waiter must've thought I was nuts, especially since its 3.5 bucks for a concoction of milk added with honey and warmed. So yeah, I ate and drank. and gradually, I felt really sleepy.


Then it occurred to me that in dramas, the older people would always tell others in cantonese, 'get some warm milk, it'll help you sleep better'.


So as the older cantonese people predicted, I did feel really really sleepy but still sane. Just like how I always felt after 1am; stonish, but still barely sane. The next thing i knew was i got into body shop and got myself soap and perfume that amounted to 70 bucks. I then got on the train and got myself a seat and sat there looking at my itouch sliding off my lap and fall on the floor. I literally just sat there. The kind lady next to me helped me pick it up and i recall thanking her for the gesture. Everything else after that is fuzzy. I dont even remember how I took the bus back and walked home and bathed and continued the rest of the project.


So tell me now, is it the hypnotizing effects of the warm milk, or am I just some hybrid walking zombie?


I bet the latter sounds more convincing.


Wait, what did I write in this damned post?!!!!

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