i dream of blogging

i was reading newspaper during my usual after-lunch-before-1pm hang-out routine when i spotted this news about this sleeping pill drugs in the united states that could cause some weird behaviours including eating and driving while sleeping.

get this. they said some even went to bed and woke up after being arrested by the roadside in their underwears or night dress.

haha that's hillarious. we so can use this reason whenever we have the urge to drive in our undergarments.

some said they found chocolate wrappers all around their bedside in the morning. some even said to have gained 50kg from all those mysterious midnight snacks.

ok this sucks. if you're willing to forego food restrictions and let your body expands to all its natural courses, the least you can do is enjoy the eating.

but you know what, i'd love to get hold of this sleeping pills. i mean, imagine i can drive to work, have breakfast in the cafeteria, and then wake up from sleep.

wouldn't it be cool? such an efficient way to get ample sleeptime without even being late to work.

and i bet since we already could eat and drive inconciously, what's there stopping us to actually do other things while sleeping?

like working. i wish we could even finish our work and then wake up just in time to go back and enjoy the remaining of the day.

ok that sounds too far fetched, but i don't mind getting a bit of a sleep time now. i'm at work and i'm all droopy. like my goldfish at the bottom of the tank when all its fins dropped lazily whenever i turned on the light in the morning.

just now during the meeting, i felt so numb i just sat there in the meeting room looking like i've just swallowed a sock.

it's all because of last night. we had our first leg of bowling league competition at planet bowl balestier after work, so i reached home late.

and what's worse, it's not even worth these eyebags. i was beaten by my opponent. ok scratch that, i was beaten by myself.

i mean, i'm pretty sure i bowl better than 118 and 120 points that i only managed to get. but whenever my opponent misses a shot, i tend to miss mine too because i felt underpressure to perform well. whenever he strikes or spares, i still miss because then i'd be overpressured.

seriously i don't see the benefit of all those practises i went through before this match, cause what i'll need is probably phsycological therapy session or something.

or some sleeping pill drugs with one of the side effects 'bowling while sleeping'.

my parents have already returned to kl after spending few days here in singapore. this time i made sure no taxi driver lecturing them on having to take cab from bus terminal to my house despite having a son living in a condo. somehow having a condo without a car is an apparent sin to him.

well ok i don't know what kind of new age religion is that but i'm so passed that stage now. i even drove my parents to east coast park for dinner one night.

personally i don't think the food there is any nicer than anywhere else, but it's always nice to eat by the seaside. nevermind that the night was so dark that what we could see beyond the eateries were black medium with distant lights from the ships.

now that i have all my bed to myself again, i don't wish to have any sleeping pills to get me to sleep anymore like when my small brother was sleeping with me during their stay. i mean, he seemed to move more when he sleeps than when he is awake.

thinking about it, i must check if he's on any pills or not.


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