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Insomnia.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010

My sister has irregular sleeping habits. She will fall asleep at 9pm at night and wake up at 4am in the morning to do her homework. The thing is I am a very light sleeper whose idea of an early bedtime is midnight, and whatever waking time I have in mind it is probably NOT 4am… And we share a room.

But I have to admit that there’s a lot more than just my sister keeping me up. Blogging inspirations chose this ridiculous ungodly hour to present themselves in the front of my head, as well as a whole lot of other problems. Which is why I am here at 6.30am checking facebook and, of all things, blogging.
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But the toll of four and a half hours of sleep is showing. There are so many things I want to tell you.

I want to tell you that I discovered a love of photography but I don’t have a fancy camera. Heck, I don’t even have a camera.

I want to tell you that SASA’s in trouble again! (; hehehe hi Lily.

I want to tell you about how everyone seems to be in such a hurry to move their lives along. Do you have any idea how many people are leaving because they’ve gotten scholarships? This is so sad; because no matter how many times we try to remind ourselves that change is life’s only constant, it still sucks to see someone go.

I want to tell you about my holiday so far – my beautiful cliché of a vacation at Pulau Perhentian, the perfect cookie recipe and Briana’s 18th Birthday Bash @ Blossom Deli.

I want to tell you about volunteering at animal shelters and how I can’t understand why people want to dye their pet’s hair, and squash them into tiny little frilly dresses – in short, trying to make their pets fit our definition of what is pretty. Why is there even a need for animals to be pretty and cute anyhow?

I want to tell you that the Cleo magazine often features amazing lifestyle articles, and one article from the June 2010 issue particularly caught my eye. It was about how women have unfair expectations set upon them, and how too much body love isn’t good for you. It was an eye-opener.

I want to share with you all the wonderful PostSecrets I found.

And I want to tell you how badly I need a functioning laptop of my own! And I WILL tell you, just not right now, because it IS 6.30am in the morning, and I have only had four and a half hours of sleep.

This is just a spoiler for what’s coming next. (:

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