Its 3.41am and im blogging. I tried to sleep. I really did. Sleep because you know its time to and you need to be well rested for the next day. Of all people, i should know how important sleep is to me, that i will wake up a very cranky person if i didnt have a good night's rest. Yet i am the most emotional and irrational person that i have ever come across. I could feel all my brain cells waking each other up as if the enemy has intruded the frontline.

Sometimes i feel if i could execute what i preach, i would be the most perfect person. But i guess there isn't such a person, is there? When the world is asleep, who can i turn to? When all i could hear is the air conditioning, who can i talk to?

I guess if you want the rose, you've got to go through the torns. But i'm without gloves for i want to show you the real me.