Tuesday, February 5, 2008
this be random emo blog cos i needed to rant shall just sign in blog sign out close window so it be not wasting time it be help me recover my peace of mind.
i will never drink coffee to mug again.
cos i did, and yet my brain is still fuzzy wuzzy. so i tried to sleep, but tadah! the coffee works and i can't. i be lying and tossing and turning, unable to get my precious power nap.
so i go back to studying, but guess what! i be still fuzzy wuzzys.
it's 1:47 am now, quiz at 830, and i'm still at folder 1, page 14.
and there be 100 over pages altogether.
LALALALALA. so sad. my dream life be over cos of this.
fail this quiz, affect gpa, unable to grad with 1st class honours or 2nd upper, can't get a good job, can't be air stewardess cos apparently they be loving awesome degree holders, can't work, can't pay rent, can't buy food, be dying by the roadside with a paper-folded box (i never can understand how ppl afford to get tin bowls if they be starving and needing ppl to donate) waiting for donations.
OHS. all because i was too busy msning, subwaying, movie watching.
it's the butterfly effect ='(
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okays i just be editing this entry now at 4:58. guess wad! yays, still at interviewing despite my "speed reading"
and why am i typing this? cos i think i'm going mad.
like literally. i'm not gonna mug anymore, but neither am i going to sleep.
cos i sense THE dream coming. the freaking dream i often have that i absolutelys hate, dread, whatever it be called.
when i'm really tired and stressed, as in those i'm rushing 2 assignments weight 50% each from scratch to be ready in 4 hours kinda stress (okay i b exagerrating but u get the picture?!), and i start to fall asleep, i start to b paranoid. cos i'm deathly afraid of "those things" so i start to get really paranoid and scared and like i'm feeling now. so i be start to be so paranoid that...
I SHALL BE COHERENT.
i will start to feel/imagine that my arm or some limb is feeling number ( as in numb-er, not 12345 number), then i'll be scared and think "oh shit THE dream is gonna happen like it or not"
first few times the dream happened, i'll try reali reali hard to wake myself from it, or to stop it from happening. but no matter how desperately i tried, it happens.
the dream being the one where i feel suffocated, and no part of my body is able to move no matter how hard i be forcing myself to move. i'll be screaming and screaming for help and there'll be no one coming OR some stupid scene will be there for eg., in one of the 1st few dreams, : i was screaming for help while being unable to move and suddenly i was free and i ran to my dad's room and asked him to save me. (a bit late) and he be drinking tigerbeer and drunk and laughing at me and asking me to "zou kai la. bu yao fan" OHS. tt be sad. then suddenly i'll be back in my room being unable to move and gasping for breath.
i say the scene is stupid cos my dad dun even drink tiger beer. he be drinking awesome ABC.
THE dream is freaking horrible. always so helpless, terrified, screaming for help that (a) never comes (b) seems to come but is snatched away and POOF back to being unable to move.
and the thing is, everytime i' above to have THE dream, i sense it. like suddenly my arm or something, actually just my arm, i think, goes numb, i be trying to unnumb it mentally, fighting against having the dream, thinking, i'm bigger than the dream, my willpower is way awesomerer than THE dream. i will NOT have the dream. i will be thinking of awesomer stuff, happy lalala stuff.
but no matter how fiercely i wish the freaking dream will still happen. and i will wake up feeling defeated drained and deriffied. i say derrified cos i be looking for triple alliteration to emphasise my point.
anyway, my point is, i am able to sense THE dream coming, and since i am always unable to stop it happening and i shit hate it, i be going to do the only thing i can do: I BE NOT SLEEPING.
so anyway, end of rambling. i be youtubing or something. or stare blankly at the interview folder page 6 trying to make sense out of nonsense.
if nonsense's adjective be nonsensical, does that make sense's adjective be sensical?
9:43 AM