tales of the insomiac

Having insomnia, and just cannot get moi-self to doze off, which was weird simply because moi swear I did dozed off when Grey’s Anatomy was on the tube just now. So now, after counting more sheep than I actually will ever see in my entire lifetime, I am downing myself with some beer and hopefully, the mild alcohol will have some hypnotizing effect. As long as the ciggies and music are off, I think I should be able to doze off…hopefully.

Sigh, it’s approaching three in the morning (which is usually moi's bedtime) and I have to get up at 9(!!!) to get to school for my project meeting; who the hell meets so early on non schooling days?! Well, the perfect answer (luckily both are nice people, otherwise, I'll make sure I'll purr them to death with my nails!) lies in my project mates apparently. Anyway, had the exam today and I screwed it up. Think Ong will have such fun reading my crap filled with tons of white-out smudges.

Back to meeting tomorrow, why am I even meeting the two of them when they are the ones whom have not done anything, and I had compiled my parts over the National day holiday period last week. To trust one of them (the guy) to have to cheek to tell me I am efficient. Had to come up with excuse that I’m going to be busy packing for my exchange and running around island shopping for LAN cables this weekend which is why I need to do up my part earlier. Though I am already 90% done with all my exchange packing and purchases, I think this lame explanation proves to be way better than “That is because I am efficient and you are not, Retard!” Mental note to self: Never ever do projects with Freshie ever again!

Anyway, today was really bad, not only the screwed up exam, Mum stood me up for dinner and I had to go and settle dinner alone. That’s not the worse; I actually ate Ding Tai Feng all alone! Had a basket of 6 pieces Xiao Long Bao and the Fried Rice with Pork Chop. Gosh, so sad being the only child, it’s always like living the lonely life. Anyway, I am already so used to that, except in Singapore, where I have to eat all by my lonely miserable self.

Anyway, so sick of turning and tossing in bed that I snapped some shots of the view outside my room's windows of the streets late at night. If there’s one thing I love about my flat, it’s the view where nothing obstructs it and I need not close my curtains all the time to prevent moi's neighbor next block from gazing into my private affairs.

Oh, Mum said I grew fatter. GREAT. What a wonderful piece of news to hear coming out from one’s mother’s mouth. Talk about me and my mum having a great relationship.