A Bad Night's Sleep

Some new songs which I like:
1) We belong together - Mariah Carey
2) Boulevard of broken dreams - Greenday
3) Feel good, inc - Gorillaz
4) Santa monica - Savage Garden

I think the problem about me is that I only write about what comes to my mind. Although many events have occured, I don't remember to write them down because they don't appear in my mind when I write. It's such a waste because there are actually so many things I have missed out. It seems strange for me to write about it a few weeks after the actual event.

I slept terribly last night. I couldn't fall asleep even though I was tired. I lay in my bed and tried to stop thinking. I did fall asleep in the end but it was a restless sleep. I was tossing and turning. When the alarm went off at 7.15 am, I felt like I hadn't slept at all. I was so awake. Too bad this didn't last. After my first lecture, sleep was all I could think off. Added to the fact that the lecturer was droning on about yeast fermentation, I couldn't help it. I fell asleep. Oh well, I don't think I missed much. The notes are pretty comprehensive on their own.

I found out yesterday that my uncle had passed away. My sister told me the news and she said it was terrible. Why it was terrible, I really have no idea. I wanted to call home to get more details about this, but my sister told me to wait. I waited for at least 30 minutes for her to come back on MSN and got fed up. So I went to bed. It's quite sad. I wasn't very close to him ever since I started puberty but I know that when I was little, he used to bring my sister and I to Toys R Us and let us choose whatever we wanted from the shelves. Yup, he doted on us a lot. I still remember the time I stayed over, alone, at his place and he brought me to eat porridge and raw fish. My memories of him are all good and he was a great uncle. He used to tell my parents not to stress us out too much and let us study whatever we wanted. The funeral is today. I wish I could be there. I never like attending funerals (who does?) but I would want to be there for his. At least I could pay my respects and thank him silently for all the nice things he did for us. He had been quite sickly in the past few years so I hope he went painlessly. My mum told me that he had lost so much weight last year that he only weighed 50 kg. Hmm....even I weigh more than that.