tick tick tick
anyway, the clocks ticking away and i cant sleep, insomia..
the sickening feeling where you're tired but you cant sleep and so you go online, realise that you've got nothing else to do, and remembered that you actually still have a blog thats so dead and decided to update. so voila, here i am. updating.
gahh.. still cant sleep.
moving on, i still have one last miserable term left for my so-called higher diploma or 1st year degree, some might say, then its the much dreaded finals in which i eventually have to face like all my fellow friends, who are taking it better than i am, u noe. perhaps the pressure is not felt yet. too early, i suppose. its in march. though, its killing me softly now.. pathetic me, dying a slow death from unnecessarily worrying.
besides the point that i am slacking my butt off since the begining of the term.. im just so, wadda ya call it? moodless? semangat-less could be more accurate, actually. i gotta stop, i keep telling myself.. stop feeling this way, like some dead wood floating in this lonely river.. but then again, am i the only one feeling this way? there could be others you know.. hmm..
there's nothing motivating me to feel motivated.. motivation! where are you!? its like a game of hide and seek really. will "it" finally come out of its hiding place after i scream "i give up"? wont it be too late then as my days are numbered.. and the end is nearer than it seems..
ahhh.. theres alot going on in my pea-sized brain right now.. more than i can digest in any regular day.. stressed out... the few hours of joyfully cycling around my neighborhood went as fast as it came.. that little ounce of happiness wasnt sufficient to last me even until the next morning..
im really trying not to let myself sink even deeper in the downy dumps lately... so, ive been keeping myself occupied with some random acts, namely, cycling late at night, baking and baking and baking.. although u do tend to get even more stressed up when ur cookies dont turn out the way u wanted 'em to. and of course, the best ever therapy available for me, retail therapy. funny how my mood just lightens up after a good day of purchasing a bunch of clothes.. with my friends of course.. its the company that counts mostly :)
okay, i better stop drowning myself in my own self-pity or watever you may want to call it. besides, my eye bags are just about deep enough i think.
bonne nuit!






