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Well HAHA no. Just postin' what I was supposed to post these past few weeks. 

New year, 2010. 

Everything seemed alright... but instead of taking it as change, I guess it's something more of a revelation... a realization... of the truth.

Fireworks have always made me look up for a moment, smiling in wonder and inspiration for the colors and its mighty height. But I've always felt sad as I saw the fire crackers fall down... down as they slowly faded in the dark. 

Before I know it, all I'm looking up to is thick smoke... and somehow, I feel lost in it... 

I waited for another blow, but no, fireworks are all different. 

Yes you do... You take me away... You don't even know it but I DON'T CARE. Nah I think it does matter a bit but not that much yea

I hate it when I sound so obsessed. -_- Seriously I'm not... (don't look at me like that). 

I don't really like diaries... I don't like writing on paper... It feels... uncomfortable. LOL

...but thanks to my *doctor, I'm learning to appreciate it's true significance to one's life. :)

It's that... when you're brain is too fogged up to: slap you back to your senses, to remind you of who you were just yesterday, how you were yesterday, to remember, to... (okay, I forgot what I was gonna right next)

Anyway, it's really really helpful. I suggest that you guys should work on your own diary. It's the only place where you can be yourself, where you can actually communicate with yourself (therapeutically & technically), where you can re-actualize yourself and through the process, KNOW YOURSELF MORE-- without having to worry about what people would say and think. It's the one place you can OWN. 

Daebak.

Okay, so I haven't been blogging for awhile... and it's ironic 'cause supposedly it's sembreak and all and I should've had more time? Well yes, frankly, I did have a lot of time...

I had a lot of time pulled out of me. XD

A LOT OF THINGS HAPPENED. Yes, and by a lot, I mean... 'a-lot' emotionally and mentally. Physically? Well no... 'cept for therapy, I've pretty much stayed inside the house, on the bed-- for the whole break (home buddey heaar).

So yes, a LOT of things happened. My dad left the house. I jumped off a cliff and I still am falling (seriously I didn't know that a cliff could be this.... deep? high? whatevs)... btw that was a metaphor. I went to therapy.....

Well, now that I've listed them up.. I guess nothing happened much this Sembreak? 

Goodness this post is not going anywhere. 

(CUTSBECAUSEIMCURRENTLYFOGGEDUPMENTALLY)

OH LOOK IT'S BARNEY THE DOG. 

First round of meds!

Tramadol + Paracetamol. Amoxapine. Opioids.  Toledomin.

I'd do a research on em but yeah, besides my fingers being numb, I'd like to just wait and experience their effects for myself. ^^

Wait, is finger-numbing a side-effect? how about boredom? hunger? (nah, I'm always hungry). o.o

I think I have bed sores now. Hopefully by Monday I'll be outta here!!!

..."You won't be able to move your hands as much, you won't be able to run in a week, you won't be able to talk as fast, you'd feel a LOT drowsy at most, you won't be able to..."

Yeah, scared me a lot. But note to self: I can still breathe, stand, 'talk' for a lil, right?

Yes, I'm still fortunate..

All God. :)

Is it just me or I have a fetish for sunset shots? Whatevs. I love it. :)

OH FRAAAAAAK I SWEAR MY ECG's GONE FLAT AT THAT MOMENT.

I placed Domo (my male hamster) into his exercise ball and was like-- all focused on making my ppt presentation. I didn't realize that it's already been thirty minutes since I placed him inside the ball (it's advisable to not keep hamsters inside their exercise ball for more than thirty minutes)...

I only realized after ten minutes... when I stopped hearing the 'rolling ball' sound he was making about 40 minutes ago! >><< AND TO MY DESPAIR I looked down and saw him lying 'STILL', 'MOTIONLESS' and seemingly 'LIFELESS' inside his exercise ball!

I tried to turn the ball about and no, he didn't move! He just rolled over! ;__;

Suddenly I remembered the first time I held him on my palm, the first time I fed him, the first time I saw him finally approaching my hand as if entrusting himself to his master---

I was about to cry (eww) when he jerked and woke up.

YES -- he's just a heavy sleeper... like me.