New Problem: I can't stand being away too long.
Everything turns quiet and silent.
I'm not playing because I don't like to play. I always end up losing.
So why doesn't anyone believe that?
As much as it hurts I'm trying to cover it up with my hyperactivity.

Still isn't quite well yet, but somewhere there.
Anyone who knew my daily activity since a few days ago would have thought that there is no way to recover soon.
Pretty-Not is gone.
She went at 5.30 AM and I didn't wake up to see her off.
We knew that we shouldn't get attached to anyone because here we are in impermanent state.
It's either build a wall, or just blew the wall and get on with life as each person goes.
I found that the choice are not much of a choice after all.

PS: Don't forget to smile today. It does so much good in shooing the negative sparks away.

Nauseatic.
Raining.
Dozing again.
Sleeping becomes a hard task. I'm no longer enjoying the luxury.

I posted up the two poems. You can see them in the 'write' page or just click here .
The topmost two are those.

Give me the ability to trust myself again. I need this, I think.

I watched The Kid on VCD yesterday while I keep dozing on and off. It was funny. Bruce Willis sure did the 'look' and the 'smile' well.
Preethi-Not liked the kid, but I wished there were more climax towards the end.

I'm wishing for a sleep although I know I've been sleeping too much, so now I'm gonna be smarter than myself and refuse to sleep.

Now I'm sort of down with a flu and a sore voice but other than that I'm still kicking. Starky's also down with a fever, whoa what happen to everyone in the country?!

Sleep was dozing in and off and I couldn't concentrate on the dream. *hehe* If there was any.

Preethi-Not is going away :( on Friday. I should get her a farewell present, but I have no idea what. She's going to US, and nobody knows when we'll see each other again.

Today's going to be a mess, nobody says anything that makes total sense. My roommate talks and humms to herself, I have strange messages coming and now I'm blur. Blur and blogging.

Too much dejavus make life bitter again. I have to watch what I say to people before they start misunderstanding again.

Wow, I miss library. It's been quite a time since I came here :P.
After all the training for Para Para the performance was OK I guess? I didn't make any mistake that I can remember, I don't know about the others. My two housemates started asking me to teach them the dance, and somehow gave up everytime in the middle.
It's easier to learn directly with the song rather than make it slow at first since people seemed to get surprised with the speed although it wasn't really that fast after all when you get used to it.
I saw my fave lecturer with his wife and son :(, what a seriously happy family. Duh. They look like one of those in the movies, the dad holding the son lovingly while the wife feeds it or whatever. The son looked smart, I'm sure he will be. He's gonna be a hit with the ladies somehow I'm sure.
Mr. Johnny danced with Lulu, she dances great by the way. I tried my hand and obviously can't get as good as her but I got a Neopon for that!

I could sing till my throat croaks
I could dance till my feet creaks
or I could just sit and watch you
I made two pieces of poems but they're not up yet because I haven't put them up yet *duh*. One's called "Worlds ....." and the other is "Is You"
Life has been bearable and sweet. I always wished for the sweeter, but now I'd be satisfied with things as they are.

I had three dreams, all three of the same person. Papa Smurf.
In the first, I was sick, or had to get a check, and he accompanied me. Somehow he got himself a number, and it was before me. He went and laid himself on the hospital bed and they pierced this big needle on his arm and they took out a litre of his blood. It was a very big container. I saw him cringe and I cringed as well. Then suddenly it was my turn, they did the same thing to me, and I had expected it to hurt a lot, but in fact it didn't and the blood flew freely and I fainted. I woke up feeling aghast.

In the second, I was in a college probably, and somehow got this knowledge that I'm going to U.S very soon, Papa Smurf accompanied me, brought me to the airport faster before I can think. Then after all the hustle and bustle of the unfamiliar airport I found out I had no luggage, except of what in my pocket and on me. I called mom and she said she'd send the baggage asap but turned out it was too late, the plane was going to leave. I got myself a seat beside a transvestites, and then I recognized Papa Smurf on my other side. I talked with him and the plane moves, it flew but somehow it went through another city, a some sort of hidden airport, with lots of strange buildings. There are buildings painted with large cactuses on the front, there are buildings that has diagonally moving elevator, there are weirder buildings. Then the transvestite it seems, that sat beside me started telling us about the buildings, that those were made by him, and it's a breakthrough of architecture.But they still lose of the building that a U.S company has made, the next building will beat that. I have no idea what the US building's so special about but it was large, red, has lots of towers connecting each other, but I acknowledged that it was after all, beautiful.

Then I started to concentrate back on Papa Smurf, and I was surprised that he was there after all?? He was supposed to stay not accompany me straight to US. Then I somehow thought that the plane wasn't directly going to US, but stopping somewhere else?? I got confused... and finally... woke up.

In the third dream, I was just simply in a very boring classroom and I picked up the phone and messaged him, saying that i'm going to get out of this classroom, wondering whether he would have a meal. The reply never came, and I woke up.