Nowadays I wake up staring at the ceiling. I start to wonder – haven’t I plan to do something last night and didn’t?
I slept at 11 yesterday, my body considers that a sin. I usually sleep at 2 in the morning and would be either reading or using the computer. And yesterday I was just too tired to do either of this.
Back from my cousin’s wedding, I was full and tired. Never has eating food and talking with my mouth full been so tiring. I guess its the whole atmosphere, it makes people want to talk.
Talk is something I am quite good at. If you’re bored and start talking to me, I’ll just entertain you and, at the same time, be entertain. I like talking, probably more than I like sleeping at night.
There was this once in camp when my platoon-mate and I chatted till like 5 and were both really really tired. We were talking about careers and studying opportunities. And the next day we supposed to wake up at 8 and go for a first parade. Yes, we suppose to reveille at half past five but we didn’t. We woke at half past seven but collaspe back onto our horrible spring beds as if we slept late at 5. Oh yea, we did sleep at 5.
And you know, when we wake up, it’s already 12. My platoon mate sleeps right opposite me. He woke up the same time as me I think. I was just staring at the ceiling for 15 minutes wondering what I forgot to do. I sit up on my bed immediately and said, “first parade.” He laughed and said, “it’s too late already lar.”
Having heard that, my mind just switched off back and my body collaspe back to my extremely terrible spring beds. “Good night Jason.”
[Names of my friends are never real in my blog, this is to protect privacy so that he or she can sleep better at night in the morning.]
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