No brains, no thoughts.

Here i sit, in a super awkward position on my bed, typing out this post. Let me elaborate. My laptop is between my chest and my pelvic bones. My hands are as if they're doing the snake style Chinese martial art. Why? Because i can't see shit without my glasses. I haven't been asleep for the past 24 hours, and my brain is not functioning as well as i thought it might. Nevertheless, i felt as if it was a good time to blog, since i'm not using much logical thinking. Maybe blogging is illogical as well, but nah, my gut agrees with stupidity.

Well, the past week in school was what i might call "exciting". Why? Shit happened. Like real stuff. Having gone past the week, i think my Asian vision has widened. My classmates ain't that bad as i deemed. Well, we kind of started talking to one another about ourselves, and i ended up on Heartbreak Avenue. Thankfully, i didn't venture deeper. It's not easy to dig deep, but i think i'm starting to dig. Well, all i can say is, everyone has their own things buried inside. It's about the people who come and offer you support as you dig independently, because you have to.

And my guesses about Ah Leong was right. Or rather, that article that talked about cheerful people having sad pasts, etc, was right. You can call it a similarity, but knowing that someone else out there who listens, is pretty comforting. I've always held back, while others told me about their story. I guess this time, i'll become the storyteller. I overheard some stuff between their conversation today, so i guess i'll tell him on Monday, provided i get the chance.

Indeed, it might be time to forget. Good night everyone. It's 8.48am.