It's funny how people come up with true friends or blood brothers or friends forever.
No matter how much you say it, it can never be an expression.
It's utterly awful that our friends are simply lying directly to us.
And yet we smile back and say the same thing.


I don't understand human beings.


Randomly, I find that the bed is like a drug.
It's so inviting and addictive that I have to lie on it for a minute or so.
My body needs a break!

I'm tackling assignments with trainings and classes over these holidays like a berserk baboon that I don't think I'll survived through the end of this week.
I'll probably decompose in the midst of all the books on my busy table without no one noticing it.
And I just don't have the time for myself anymore.
Which is why blogging is my only solace at this point of time.




Oh my. Essays are such a chore.