sleeping at 7pm and waking at 2am seems nostalgic somewhat. it's like wanting to wake up to the sun, the sun which brings about the light and a new day and more time to do work, and all you see is the pitch black of the night.

sitting on the new table at 3am seems to make me think. it's the first time in a long time that i really got to sit down, with nothing to do, nothing to say, nothing to work on, and just think. just reflect on myself as a person, on the quality of work i've been giving out. about the friend i've been. about how, when i don't pay attention to my character, i go from bad to worst.

and as the tears flow, i ask myself why am i doing all these. why isit some people get to go home and play all day, why do i choose to torture myself. with no sleep, with the absence of life. just with the sheer amount of work.

i have no idea. but either ways, thanks and sorry. i'll try to be me again. robotics is screwing my life up but then again i realise robotics is my life. so i'll have to do another algorhythm for this. it's 7:25 now. gotta go get ready to go out. another busy day's ahead, argh. don't ask me if i'm fine.