I'm all alone at home, with all the lights out other than this laptop's screen lighting to the maximum. I like to strain my eyes under strong lighting, to make them painful till I rub and leave them all red; boyfriend's gonna scold me after reading this. Lying under the warm blanket in this cold lazy weather, my stomach's feeling better. I regretted having a grande coffee with an empty stomach in class. Ouch, it even hurts to talk about it now. My stomach was having such terrible reactions which I don't wish to know how those things inside work. Anyway, while making my way home from school, I felt like throwing up. It's just sick, those fainting spells and whatnot. I still remember the sight whereby my mom threw up right in front of me cos she had too much tea on an empty stomach. Hmm never do that again. I'll really need to wake up earlier to have some time for breakfast. I'm so exhausted now, but I can't sleep with wet hair. Too much regulations, huh? I just took a bath and usually I don't when it rains. Haha I am this lazy. Things I love about rainy days and cold weathers; cuddles in bed under the thick warm blanket, little sniffs and sneezes, soft music on repeat, the excuse of wearing big Macbeth sneakers to school because slippers make me unable to balance myself even though all the salesperson claimed it's good friction. Heard enough of bullshit

I have a really bad memory since for ever. It's not like I can't remember who my kindergarten crush was, what shoe size I wore when I was 5, or anything like that. But I can't even remember what happened in that movie I caught last week no matter how hard I try to crack my head, always. Worst of all, I can't recall what I did and where'd I go yesterday, or the day before. Pretty bad isn't it? In the eyes of a stereotypical teen, I can't really imagine how I behaved like when I was small until when someone tells me about it; those funny times. My mama told us this that cracked all of us up. Whenever my favourite sister sleeps in, who's my nanny's daughter, and whom is now a mother herself, I'll be really grumpy cos I always liked her to take me to the toilet. Only her. Each time I tried to shake her awake, she would say alright alright 5 minutes more.. till I got really impatient and a tad sad. Then I would knock my head against the concrete floor repeatedly, until she woke up in shock and pacify me quickly. This was roughly how I felt and what took place, to my best recall. Since young, I'm more of a quiet person unless excited or curious whereby I'll talk a lot and bombard a thousand questions. When I'm pissed I'll just keep silent yet show a grumpy face till some time later my frown will slowly cease while a smile starts to form across my face. It hasn't really hit me that obvious but till recently, my boyfriend, my nanny who watched me grow, including my close brother said this of me. They know me exceptionally well, even before I could realize this trait in me. Back to the topic, I do have poor memory but I certainly don't throw memories away; those that are of values and are meaningful to me. Often, I'll reminisce on them. While doing my business in the cubicle, while on the bus, before bedtime. I'll cry, I'll smile. I have so many memories. Wait, do I use 'much' or 'many' in this term? Theoretically, those are so much that they can't be counted. But sometimes, I like to think of things in a different way. Hey I can compile all my memories and count them one by one. I have lots of time, why not? Then in this case, it will be expressed as 'many'. No? Can someone with great wisdom please enlighten me with your perception? It'll be really nice