sleepless in melbourne
so i went without sleep for the whole of last night, which is quite amazing for a sleepyhead like me.
i watched the sunrise from my window at about 550am, then at 630am i decided that i would sleep for an hour, just so that i wouldn't conk off completely in class. i was so afraid that i would oversleep (since i have this tendency to sleep for more than two hours in any sitting), so i changed into my outfit for the day and flopped onto bed so i could just get up and go in case i overslept. i woke up at 745am, forced hot coffee down my throat in 5 minutes and speed-walked to school in record time to reach the lecture theatre at 800am, only to discover that the lecture was scheduled to begin at 815am. -_- the ONE time i was early for an 800am lecture, and this had to happen.
i think i'm quite crazy really. hilarious, even. just a little bit more of hilarity and i could give joan a run for her money. (HALLO JOAN, i meant this as a compliment. :P)
and then all our lectures and classes ended so early, i had a 1.5 hour day instead of a 4hour day. so i went home to rest and went for a nice long run. now i'm dead tired but still quite perky somehow. ok this isn't really making much sense. i just know i'm close to falling asleep but there are just so many thought processes going on in my head right now. oh well. but what i wanted to say was that, i haven't felt so good about myself in ages (it must be the general morale-booster that comes along when everything is going my way-- being punctual, not falling asleep in class, paying attention, exercising, etc.). i think having a good start to the day really makes a world of difference.
but the spoiler of the day was watching some documentary about dolphin-shooting in adelaide. something about those lifeless carcasses, sporting multiple wounds, tugged at my heartstrings and wrecked my mood. sick b*stards, those dolphin shooters. and i was watching the coverage of the bali bombing memorial too. i could never, ever imagine myself in the shoes of those who had lost their loved-ones in that act of terrorism. i can't even imagine how much it would hurt as i watched a distraught widow grieving for her husband, as her young daughter fiddled with her stuffed toy, oblivious to the enormity of the situation. dolphin shootings, bali bombings, the list of atrocities goes on and on. why must people do things like that? it really makes no sense. and sometimes i wonder, what in the world happened to this thing called humanity.
i watched the sunrise from my window at about 550am, then at 630am i decided that i would sleep for an hour, just so that i wouldn't conk off completely in class. i was so afraid that i would oversleep (since i have this tendency to sleep for more than two hours in any sitting), so i changed into my outfit for the day and flopped onto bed so i could just get up and go in case i overslept. i woke up at 745am, forced hot coffee down my throat in 5 minutes and speed-walked to school in record time to reach the lecture theatre at 800am, only to discover that the lecture was scheduled to begin at 815am. -_- the ONE time i was early for an 800am lecture, and this had to happen.
i think i'm quite crazy really. hilarious, even. just a little bit more of hilarity and i could give joan a run for her money. (HALLO JOAN, i meant this as a compliment. :P)
and then all our lectures and classes ended so early, i had a 1.5 hour day instead of a 4hour day. so i went home to rest and went for a nice long run. now i'm dead tired but still quite perky somehow. ok this isn't really making much sense. i just know i'm close to falling asleep but there are just so many thought processes going on in my head right now. oh well. but what i wanted to say was that, i haven't felt so good about myself in ages (it must be the general morale-booster that comes along when everything is going my way-- being punctual, not falling asleep in class, paying attention, exercising, etc.). i think having a good start to the day really makes a world of difference.
but the spoiler of the day was watching some documentary about dolphin-shooting in adelaide. something about those lifeless carcasses, sporting multiple wounds, tugged at my heartstrings and wrecked my mood. sick b*stards, those dolphin shooters. and i was watching the coverage of the bali bombing memorial too. i could never, ever imagine myself in the shoes of those who had lost their loved-ones in that act of terrorism. i can't even imagine how much it would hurt as i watched a distraught widow grieving for her husband, as her young daughter fiddled with her stuffed toy, oblivious to the enormity of the situation. dolphin shootings, bali bombings, the list of atrocities goes on and on. why must people do things like that? it really makes no sense. and sometimes i wonder, what in the world happened to this thing called humanity.
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