Confessions of a Sleep Deprived Person

gone are the days when sleeping is considered a luxury and a waste of time, well at least for me.
it is now deemed a privilege to me.

i used to frown whenever i overslept, especially during afternoon naps.
i started to blame everyone in the house for not waking me up, when in fact they have attempted it a few times. they even claimed that i woke up for a brief moment, told them that i wanted to sleep more, and resumed to be engaged in my dreamland. how i wish i can do that now.

it sucks not being able to sleep.
it feels even worse when i see everyone around me snoring away.
it has been quite a while since the last time i had a dream.
it's already bad enough having dreamless sleep, now i am having sleepless nights.
and for the past few days, i have slept for 4 hours at the most.

speaking of dreams...

the funniest dream that i have heard of was from val.
she told me that in the dream, she was a mermaid and got caught in keanu reeves' fishing net.
how come i never dream of something like that ar?
i also want to be a mermaid (seal also will do la) and get trapped in aaron kwok's fishing net.
our eyes meet, exchange some electricity current (like those in movies) and seriously injure some marine creatures in the sea. get married, have some mer-babies (or baby seals) and live happily ever after.
how nice...sure can wake up with a good mood.

i was so obsessed with aaron kwok in the past that during physics lesson in form 4,
Mr lye (who happens to be val's dad also) asked me this :

jisim, berat, and isipadu are all kuantiti fizik.
so is tahap ke-handsome-man aaron kwok a kuantiti fizik?
-_-

since i have started talking about val,
i shall continue about those silly things that we used to do.

since we were the good girls who don't lepak in shopping malls during school holidays back then
*cough cough*
we wrote each other letters when we were like only 10 km apart at the most.
not ordinary letters like "how are you...i went to this so and so place..i did this and that...bla bla bla"

we wrote things that i shall never let my grandchildren see in the future.
yeap, i'm still keeping those letters at home.

once, i sent her a bra catalogue which i created myself.
and she sent me back a viagra-studded underwear catalogue.
tsk tsk...and we were only in form 2/3.
how come i don't find anyone as crazy as this in uni??

back to my insomnia.

here are some suggestions from friends :

1. anil - get a male prostitute and have sex with him.

2. jon - count sheeps

3. sze guan - get some antihistamines or drink alcohol

4. pming - go see doctor

i suggest someone just knock me unconscious.
or inject some general anesthesia on me.
anything to make me sleep more than 6 hours again.