Night is where everyone falls asleep and those creepy zombie stay awake... My University campus is full of all those freaking "zombie" which burn midnight oil during the exam session... Now the "war" has ended and all "zombie" had took their sleep pills and went all to bed... Most of the "zombie" had left for HOME...
Me - The "human" which sleep normally every night during the exam session never later than 1am...turns "zombie" after the exam session... big sweat... everyone turned back normal... i guess i also turn back to my normal self =.= ... having insomia... the heart wanted to sleep but the brain just couldn't stop and take a break... I freaking row and jump on my bed for almost 1 hour plus without able to dose off...
So this freaking "zombie" went out for an abnormal do-ings again... I don't get why but I just love doing it when I had some hard feeling, moody, unhappy, burst, and now insomia-ing... Walking alone in the campus down at 1.30am was so fun... People go for morning walk or evening jogs... Me? I still love my night walk alone...
Especially last night, when all the residents in university had left for home, those exhaust "zombie" had gone to bed early... The night was so peaceful... just one thing missing - the moon... Although without the shine of moon, the walk is still so amazing... feeling of breeze cold wind blowing pass my shoulders... hearing to the sounds of mother nature... hearing the flow of water down the drain... I could smell the odor of the grass that night may be due to the rain just drop that evening...
I find myself love to segregate and isolate myself once in a while. From many people views from the outside I seems popular among crowds and get along well, but in the inside of myself, I don't know how many friends I really had...Who is consider friends? This problem rise from I treat everyone as my friends but I don't really know how many of them thought me as their friend... Will I lose my friends? Will my "friends" care about me? remember me?
The friends problems really played in my brain for a long time...and I did tried to think... tried to evaluate my past experience but it just never come out a conclusion... How many friends I had in the past primary and secondary years? Damn... I duno... Too many? But how many still in contact? How many still remember me as friend? Through facebook, I saw their picture... and the only way I left to contact them was to wish them "Happy birthday" during their big day... I duno how much it meant to them...but it mean a lot to me...
Now it's also coming to an end for my university life... The problem I face during my primary and secondary will continues? I wonders... I just wanted to share that I am passive person with all positive thought to share, I changed others thoughts but keep myself deep down...
