Now that I no longer have classes, my college life is practically over. Yeah babeee~ Rejoice! Ecstatic! Jingle my balls! Now I can go around talking to my friends who are still studying and laugh at them. *Points to the soon-to-grad pals and laughs* No offence yeah? It's not like I want to grad earlier, you know. Heck, there are some friends of mine who graduated earlier than me! Bloody unfair, because some people were released from the slavery of books and ASSignments ahead of me damn it. Speaking of ASSignments, I'm still giving it a thought on when I should
Right, so I'm no longer a slave of books and ASSignments. No more exams. No more anxious waits for the arrival of the letter from my college to my home. Less pressure off my shoulders now. Less things for me to worry now. So with a big chunk of potential problems cleared out of my head, I have been devoting my time to becoming a bat. Yes, mastering the lifestyle of the night hunter, rat-face bird, cave dicks, whichever you prefer to call them. In other words, I've been staying awake even after 3 a.m almost every day like for the past... 4 years?? Whoa!
Friends have been telling me that it's not good for my health that I keep having this "insomnia". I know they're just being sincere and showing some concern. And I appreciate it really. There were also countless times when people I chat with asked me what do I do at this wee hours of the day.
So, what the fark do I do besides caressing my keyboards while oogling at the monitor? Is there so much for me to do at this time? Not really though. It just happens that I have friends to chat with on MSN. Listening to mp3's and chatting the night away, watch live football matches (if there's any) or just watch some dvd's that I bought from some illegal sellers highly wanted by police nationwide. Nothing very interesting or extraordinary right? It's not like I will be sneaking out of the house and leaped into some people's home and steal panties. I don't go walking around the neighbourhood at 3a.m chasing cats with a stick in my hand. It's not like I'm staying up late to peak through my window and across the alley to look at some horny old couple shaking the bed posts. Ugh~ *shivers* The point here is, I have absofuckinglutely no idea why people are being persistent over this matter, this habit of mine.
Shit, really regret taking the espresso frapuccino at Starbucks hours ago.