I currently feel like a decayed limpless living organism living under layers and layers of dust and concrete.
ive spent too long alone in the room, and everyday is very much the same. i just count the numbers, and look back at the time ive lost. i wake, sit, and be there the entire day, and not turning on the room lights till 10pm at night. and that is cause my mom came in and insist i turn it on lest i turn blind.
i only walk out when there is a need to eat, or well... pee. i alternate between my desk and my bed, as if taking turns to keep them warm.
this is extremely hazardous to my mental and social health.

i look out of the window sometimes, but it isnt as romantic as you think.
i just breathe in the good weather and feel a little tinge of sadness about being stupid enough to feel pleasure in voluntarily cooping myself up at home. All the HDB buildings and little ant-like people in their chapalang clothes walking around makes it too inconducive to daydream.

the good thing is, this mundane daily routines require so little energy i just need three hours of sleep per day. haha, amazing huh.

i think ive lost my ability to talk, i just yabber like stupid mascot cartoons on morning tv shows.the phone has been flat for a day and a half and i cant be bothered to charge it, much less turn it on.

hahaha, im okay though, im happy and listening to alot of matt wertz.
for so long, i dont even know how he looks like.

the AEPers are leaving on Sunday night.
and that will make it very much worse. as Tiak and Syahidah are the two main people who're keeping my communication cells alive. (via the internet)

im living basically on food, water, oxygen and the Internet.
tomorrow i will head to the library to borrow ronald dahl's books, i think it'll be good and it'll make me laugh more than the internet.

my mom was saying how kind my math tuition teacher is to be so patient when teaching a dumbblock like me, which i quite agree.
since the agent is so effective, can i hire a best friend? i would pay some money, and alot of love. we can sit in my room together, smell the sheets, do dinosaur activiy books, and play mundane card games while i whine how stupid and boring it is. and she'll teach me how to play the guitar, and scout magazines for pretty girls, and making up the boys with markers.

i might be less dependent on itunes, and my computer for survival.