facialday. albeit a tad blur. nightmode lar.
it is 3.05 am.
the time that ajm and i seem to indulge in deep discussions online.
todays topic:
whether the colour brown suits her. (haha kidding)
great sex? (no, wrong again)
we talked about something near that though.
great sleep.
when i was a little squirt through the ages of 3 - 11.
i hated naptimes.
naptimes means less time to play.
its like my mom had to force me to take naps in the afternoon.
i really dont know where that sort of logic came from.
young child must sleep in the afternoons, sleep before 9pm an wake up at 7-8am?
now, my mom's naggings usually constitute of why i refuse to move from my bed though its already noontime or why i leave my panties there n do not wash it or why i seem to spend so much money.
ok out of point.
but yeah,
i sleep at 4-5am, wake up at 1-2pm.
fall asleep again at about 3-4 pm and wake up nearing evening.
i swear its a waste of days.
but that immense shiokness i derive from lying on my bed is indescribable.
its a form of escape when i slip into unconsciousness.
u never know who u might meet, what the next exciting dream will hold.
i have all sorts of wild crazy dreams.
me being spiderman to having hugh grant twirl my hair.
its a beautiful life in the other world.
plus when im not dreaming (nice dreams), i'm resting.
what more can i ask for?
but i do dislike the headaches that plague me when i sleep too much. heh.
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