Next to the best damn thing have to be coming home sticky and tired, and finding two chocolate muffins leftover on the dining table, the box high on top of a few containers stacked up high to avoid ants’ unwelcome intrudence. And then having your mommy waking up just to see that you have reached home safely and telling you she has left a bowl of yummy noodles for you.

Oh, what sweetness.

I washed up very quickly because dawn was nearing, and the every next day (which is now as I’m typing out this), I’ll have to be at work at one. Ate the delicious noodles and finished the gooey goodness of the chocolate muffin. I’ll get fat at this rate I tell you. But who can resist the temptation of not one, but TWO yummy muffins? I couldnt, and somemore, there are two left! Ha! Ha! Ha! Yum, licks fingers.

Now that Friday had disappeared around the corner, and Saturday is here, I started to look back at the days of this week and realized how little recollection of what I had done all week. The most vivid details were memories of work. But for school, I almost dont remember anything at all. Funny, isnt it? I think I hardly done anything for the 8.5hours spent in school everyday. It’s like, I’m wasting these precious time away, rotting, day-dreaming, sleeping, snacking.. and hasnt been doing anything worth writing into our weekly report. SIP ends faster please. I dont think I can take it any longer. The feeling of being "locked up" in a cold box and all that surrounds you are machines and machines, stoning in front of your PC and getting backaches and eye-strains for looking at the glaring screen for too long and worrying that your supervisor might pop up anytime to check up on you with no warnings at all is really horribly frustrating. Everytime I fall asleep, I got jerked awake every few minutes. Not jerked up my anyone mind you, but by my own fear and nightmares. Sounds so terrible doesnt it?

I’m living in a place so seemingly like hell for the past few weeks and I’m not sure how long my sanity can last.

I just cant wait to breath the outside air whenever I went into the lab. And the only thing I saw whenever I looked up was the tiny square windows on top with the clouds in view. So like a prisoner.

I feel.. trapped.

I’m so not happy these days.

I want to feel lighthearted whenever I stepped out of the house in the morning to school.
I want to feel perky and the eagerness to meet my friends.
I want to feel a smile curling from my lips whenever I breathe the fresh morning air.

But it’s all not happening.

I could only feel dread, fear, unhappiness, loneliness..

Dread because of school..
Fear of not able to accomplish what we’re suppose to..
Unhappy because no one at school truly understands, as they’re too happy to notice your unhappiness..
Lonely because all I have is work, work, work..

And I’m missing my old layout already.