Wednesday, October 1, 2008
i think,
a whole night of nothing but 45 minutes of sleep is finally taking it's toll on me.
at first i felt terribly lightheaded, like my head was replaced with an air-filled (not helium!) balloon.
it was like my head would fly right off my shoulders at the slightest turn.
and then it was a few hours of hyper-activeness, and high speed (nonsensical) chatter.
and finally what i'm feeling now, slightly heavy with a tendency to fall asleep if i stay still for too long.
so now u ask, why the toot did i stay up all night last night?
two words. sugar rush.
note to self: don't EVA eat chocolates/drink tea/ both before sleeping.
i was wide awake all night, blinking dumbly at the dark.
man, i shoulda dragged my blanket to the living room and watched TV or something.
and then, i was sneezing my face off half the night.
and my room light went on and off, on and off.
until subuh the next morning when i went to the kitchen where my grandma was cooking she asked me, "Firah takle tido eh?"
i was like "uhhhh.... uhh.... *nods*"
and so i continued my futile efforts to sleep till about 8 a.m.
i tried lots of things, warm milk, honey, warm bath.
nothing worked.
in the end i gave up, knowing my body would, at one moment, wear itself out and i'll finally faint of exhaustion.
oh, that sounded gooooood.
it's a very confusing situation to be in, with your body limp and weighing you down, your bones heavy in their muscel casing, whilst your nervous system refuses to accept the fact that it's BEDTIME, DAMMIT.
sending buzzing impulses to your fingers and toes every few seconds.
what dismayed me most was how distorted my face was, deprived of the 8 essential hours of sleep.
my eyebags like mini-cushions, ultimately shrinking my eyes.
finally around 9 am, i folded my arms before me on the computer table and slept like how i'd sleep in class when teacher's not around.
oh, that 45 minutes was wonderful.
my next appointment with unconsciousness came with the 3rd house of the day, my other grandma's.
curled up on my aunt's bed and shut my eyes.
oh, heaven.
i woke up to the sound of (very) loud laughter in the living room.
oh, more kin, lovely.
as much as i desperately wanted to, i knew i couldn't sleep through this one, it'd be embarrassing.
so i grappled around for my long wraparound scarf and half-clumsily put it on.
checked my appearance in the mirror. okay, the components of my face were (fortunately)proportionate.
and....... well, they're still out in the living room now. and i'm still in my aunt's room blogging about sleep on her computer.
i wonder if i qualify as a sociopath, now.
House? what do u think?
right. i haven't done anything particularly illegal, or, in my case, anything that gives me reason to shun society.
aren't those two the same?
X)
well, so ends my hari raya entry.
adieu,
Zaf.
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2:30 AM
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