1.11pm (make a wish quick!)... Saturday..... November 28 2011

A lot had happened even before the last blog post before this.

Drama with my Theater lecturer about my qualification to perform for Final Examination because I will be absent for a week to go to Australia. I was told that I strictly cannot participate for Finals if I choose to go ahead with my personal leave. It was totally absurd as there were at least 4 weeks until Finals. In the end, everyone compromised and I was saved by my kindhearted groupmates.

Australia was fun. To a certain point. I had the best and worst times of my life there. Best in terms that I finally fulfilled one of my dreams to travel to a western country; I love the weather and people there; I had a great time shopping and sight-seeing. Worst times, why? I had horrible sleep because of my inconsiderable sisters. My youngest sister, for some unknown reason, kept picking fight with me and my eldest sister was no help at all, she'd sometimes side her against me. We were rushing here and there. It was in my personal hell with two demons, i tell you.

For the two weeks after I came back from Australia, I was stressing to catch up. All the tests, assignments and presentations piling up and to be done within these two weeks. I'm sure I did not experience jet-lag but there were definitely something wrong with me. Maybe it's stress and anxiety, as I couldnt sleep right. I cant remained asleep to be exact. My thoughts were everywhere, worrying about everything and anything. I had the appetite of an anorexic. The first week back, I barely eat or sleep. Spent 90% of my waking time in campus and the rest of my time forcing myself to sleep.

My assignments are easy peasy, but with my mind trying to grab hold of everything, it strained too hard and stretched too far for me to even get anything done properly. Sigh.

Oh, not to mention my baby boy Bobby left me and has gone to a better place. 10 years of friendship, gone with only memories left. A decade he had provided us with joy and security. I miss him dearly. But I didnt have a proper period of time to grieve for my lost. He left on the 5th of November and my flight was on the 6th. I didnt come back till the 15th of November. When I came back, I had so much to worry about, I barely have time for myself. Sigh.

I want to sleep like a baby again. I want to go back to my stress-free self where I can just say FUCK IT and not give a damn. Kill me. Let me rest in peace.

Quote of the day "Guess we all come undone time to time in different ways. Well i have myself to blame, guess I dont understand I need help in many ways"