Usual...

I think that I've lost the interest to blog.

Whenever I'm facing the computer, I'll just want to walk away and not wanting to face it. Is this phobia of computer?

I've got so much to tell but I don't know where to start from because all the things are in my mind and they form a jigsaw puzzle. Bits and pieces scattered in my tiny winy brain.

Last Thursday, I watch Poseidon with Dar and its quite a nice show. Though I'm rather amused with a lot of scene, e.g the raft in the sea. Why do I say so? Maybe its too fake that a raft seems to be there for them. I really don't know how to describe that amusement. But anywayz, overall, the show is nice. I love the show cos its so exciting. At times, the adrenaline in my blood just rush till don't know where and I was like... Oh my god, run!, why?, *cry*...

I've got quite a number of projects on hand right now, and this term seems short. Our common test is on week 7 and its already week 4 now. After the test, we'll have 2 weeks break.

It used to be break and common test after it. But now, why has this 'tradition' been changed? How are we going to study for it? I'm wondering if the lecturers or tutors ever think about it. I'm so stress and pimples love me so much that they are starting to cling on me. They are just the same as slugs. Clinging onto the skin, when u want to remove it, there's a hole on your skin.

I'm going crazy again and I'm so tired. I think I'm falling sick and I shall wait till I'm better before going to Dar's house. This is because his nephew, contracted Hand-Foot-Mouth and he is staying at Dar's house. In this way, there'll be older people helping
Dar's sister to look after the little boy.

Poor little boy... rashes covered his body and his mouth is full of ulcers. Nearly sent him to hospital to stay on Tuesday. The ulcer in his mouth cause him to be unable to eat and drink. Therefore, they thought of sending him to hospital to stay so that the doctor can use injection method to allow him to consume glucose and medicine through the tube.

But, in the end, all of us don't bear to see him being tied up and with the needle into his hand. Luckily he ate something and took the medicine. If not, I'll cry when I see him screaming in pain.

I got to get well in order to see the little cute boy again. If not, there'll be high possibility that I'll be contracted too.