sunday sleep is loved.

First Sunday of the week, I slept for more than 12 hours. Was really good!

The other of the days, only had 5 hours of sleep each. I deserved it. :( Left me being cranky and sleep anywhere else. One of the days, I couldn't take it and fell asleep, sitting on my sofa, dreaming of firework at USS (which was actually supposingly to be HK disneyland) and I really drooled out my saliva. Afterward, I ran to my bed and sleep till the morning. I was late for work. Shit! -that's my life.

When I was sad, you know that all the smiles behind, I am trying to hide it. I denied it. At times, I would pour out my word, although you might not understand. At the end, I feel better. yet I feel hollow in heart when the door has left me...