Wakey wakey.

Dad's up and about already! Well, the hospital stay was only ONE day. Maybe even less than that considering he went in at 3pm and came out at 9plus am. It's really the fatest hospitalisation I've ever seen. He's really all fine, and spending more time doing things he likes; messing with the sound system at home, talking to gramms, doing quiet time (thank GOD!), and basically dozing off while reading the papers. Maybe it's really boredom, but he's sitting down with Mom and gramms watching Channel 8 from 9 to 10pm, then with me and Mom, we watch Da Chang Jin together from 10pm to 11pm. Amazing huh. It's good he's spending time with us, we can talk and communicate, just that my sis is still always MIA.

It's either the tsetse fly or inertia that has inflicted me. I've been sleeping and sleeping non-stop. I just woke up 20 mins ago. And to think I slept at eleven thirty last night and woke up at 8am lsat morning. And previous nights? Ooh. Slept at the same time. And woke up at twelve plus again. I really DO feel that I'm wasting away into Dreamland, but well, I like the feeling of having time to sleep longer. And I guess I'm just paying the heavy sleep-debt I incurred due to TSD. And lots more other things.

I need to kiss a guy. Like, passionately.

Ok. That was a random thought.

NO. Not really. Been thinking a lot about it actually. Not the sex, no, just the kissing. The feeling of having someone ready to lock lips because we're together, we're in love. Which is such a distant fantasy. WHAT in-love. WHAT together. In Singapore? Beat it.

I finished Keynes. Can you imagine that? WELL, there's still so much more to go I actually feel daunted. I'm planning for a failure in Lit and an almost failure in History. I'm trying to keep my head above the water for Econs, and I guess everything will turn out all the same. CDE.

I really wish I can get an A sometime soon. Just to tell myself I can do it. But I know, it's all whether you want to do it or not, but yeah. Sometimes I just hope that when I think this essay is going to get me a 18, it really does. And geepee. I'm actually very worried for GP. Used to be good at it. And now? A constant D.

Wakey wakey I guess.

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Someone pick me up and hold me down
Bring me close, with lips open
Guide me in and let's be lost
In the dunes of love.