Insomnia

Insomnia and REMs

Rapid Eye Movement, to those who doesn't know.

So here I am lying in bed with a cup of hot milk beside me, careful not to spill it onto my covers, not that I'd get spilled on but I'd get scolded for it.

I do wish this cup of milk would be my ticket to the first person fantasies that I dream of, though this body of mine is lactose intolerant, obviously stated from my last post. So I ain't going into details anymore.

Oh, sweet release of sleeping powder that I crave to be sprinkled upon, where are you? Why is it that you always arrive late whenever I have to be EARLY for SOMETHING IMPORTANT the next day...or later since it's already past midnight.

I'm getting tired of researching and reading through the articles and tips and tricks on how to get those REMs so I could just have a peaceful shut eye, the different versions of "How To Avoid Insomnia! Symptoms and Remedies" by authors, doctors, and know-it-alls.

I'm not even sure if this is insomnia or just me getting used to not feeling the sense of "sleepiness".

...I think both are the same, tho. *sigh

Problem is, the one (and obviously the most reiterated) solution is to avoid being in front of a monitor; whether a desktop, TV, etc, is the hardest part to follow! Then the usually same follow up is that "to read before sleeping" and "drink milk and other foods that are rich in Serotonin - one classic example is the banana.

It doesn't work on my part since:

• I'm usually 24/6 online
• Or reading a book in one seating - even if it isn't a "one-seating" type of book
• will delve on this on a different post, if it still interests me
• I'm a bookworm and reading doesn't get me to sleep, that tip is invalid!
• Might be caused of my excessive exposure to the LEDCVTH whatever lights that comes from the monitor
• I'm, for the third time, lactose intolerant
• I usually ignore the bananas in the middle of the table.
• too lazy to peal off skin.

...Painful realization strikes me that I'm the one to blame for this self-inflicted insomnia. Ughh, f*cking irony.

Anyway, Good Night to you guys and have a sweet dream or a beautiful nigtmare LOOOOL.

A Diary...rhea

April 10, 2012

This is the first of many narration of any unusual, intriguing, absurd, or practically normal day-to-day events that occurred that is worthy enough for a single post. I'd always label them "diary, daily events" so as to separate it with my works, if I do have, and will have, any.

If you're not into these sort of things, or my life, whichever you deem more tedious, then you're free to not read.

Oh, and sorry if it's a day late. People need to rest after a long day outside...literally.
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So, yesterday I went to my university to meet up with a friend and get my transfer documents, even if I'm not entirely sure where and why I would transfer, and that I was instructed to get these papers for, well, "just-to-be-sure" circumstances.

We then went a series of painstaking misunderstandings, long queues, wrong directions, and exorbitant fees for just a piece of copy of our transcript, consuming at most an hour for it.

But I presume it's because of the recent end of the one week vacation to respect the Holy Week, where every Catholic is obliged to sit for 3 hours watching re-enactments of certain events in the Bible, notably that of the "Washing of the Feet". I guess it wouldn't be that bad on the day of enrollment...if I do stay.

Going back, I then left for a classmate's house to exchange, or more like barter, games on the PS3, since it saves money with the help of borrowing and circulating games between friends. Although this wouldn't  be possible anymore with the rumored release of the PS4, Orbis.

Hello to the future of complete rule against piracy, if borrowing from a friend IS considered as one.

During my stay there, my stomach started to grumble, not in the way as I would know that I'm hungry, more of a sign that I ate/drank something that could've upset my stomach, which is my dreaded enemy: Milk.

Oh, the wonders of betting that just a milkshake wouldn't harm me.

I sure did lose that bet.

It isn't much really, unless your friend decides to share it to his parents, with them buying me medicine for my on going battle against the toilet seat, and ultimately losing my dignity in that household...

...Oh the shame, in extremist terms

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Well I guess, summing up this random and irrelevant article that I just made, we can conclude that there's an unspoken rule to never tell a family member secrets that are often better kept hidden, or released in secrecy in the confines of the bathroom.

But, in all honesty, this event sure sparked an idea for a part of my story board - whatever I may create with my limited imagination.

At least it's a start!

Random bits of self-reflection: Household somewhat off my to-go list anymore, even if my reason is as shallow as a pond created by melted ice-cream.

A wick is needed

So after all this time I managed to muster enough courage, and spare time, to start a blog. Reason? Well, I wanted to at least make a defining change in my life by doing something, like writing down my thoughts, so as to develop myself as someone who can write and not just scribble.

...Well that was uncalled for, but I'm sure my point got through.

Anyway, this IS my first time making a blog so I'm anxious and excited at the same time on what will happen. I mean, I think it's going to be fun sharing my ideas on stuff to other people, if I am talking to one right now. Heck, I'd still write either way!

So, before I light up this wick (pardon me for this shoddy line) I'd like to thank the people that inspired me to write and open this blog; specifically my older sister for being both a role model and a rival, and a friend that believed, I think, in me.

Do excuse this very short introduction of mine. Thank you!