I want to grow old with you

Yaya was browsing through the pictures on my laptop earlier on and she thinks the picture below, appropriately shows how stressed I am and how COOL the other someone is. Cool? O.o??? Hahaha!

I am so tired still. No matter how much sleep I get, I am still so tired. So tired still. It is difficult to stay connected to the world when you are tired, and suddenly disconnection and disjunction become the recurring themes in my life. So out of touch with conversations, relationships and normalcy. I get lost so easily. All I constantly think about now is sleeping, even when I sleep, I dream of sleeping. It consumes my every thought, it becomes an obsession, a pharmacological drug that I cannot escape. It is futile to struggle, so I just succumb to the slumber that inhibits my functionability as a person, a friend and a potential (whatever. insert anything you want here)

It must be the project edittings. and FYP is surely driving me insane. Can you imagine for TWO consec weeks, my SUNDAY is burnt doing FYP!? O.o I'm surely deprived of __time.

It's not even Monday. Im already hoping for Friday.

:(

P/s: Okay. Look what chain sms-es and emails have successfully acheived. Mumsy and the neighbours are freaking out about the nenek keropok thing. They were talking about it over the phone just a few minutes ago. -.-

Goodnight all.

Love, N.