I woke up with a near to empty bed today. It was horrifying. My bed is usually packed with things: there are 4 or 5 storybooks next to the pillow, a 2006 (LOL) horoscope book that I bought together with Priscilla to see which days we can gamble, an old wallet (what is it doing there?), a Blue Mountain mineral water bottle with at-least-2-months-old-water, my spectacles, two bears in my primary school uniform, a tarepanda, a big doraemon, a bolster, my phone, two sets of Sony Ericsson earphones (one pair spoilt), my blanket and me.

But when I woke up this morning, the books, the bottle, the wallet, the tarepanda, the bears, the bolster were on the floor. (I sleep on the top of a double decker, by the way.) Next to my double deck is my eldest sister bed, and she was back home last night. So I highly suspect one of the things that fell from the height hit her. And being her, she would have woken me up or screamed into my lungs but no! I wasn't woken up last night at all!

I couldn't ask her because she was out by the time I woke up, which is like 9am. Yes, it's a Sunday but she has work everyday.

Anyway, I figured I must have a really bad nightmare. That, or some green pixie came round and took everything to the floor.

It's 9.37am and I'm very, very hungry. The last thing I ate was dinner yesterday, at 4pm. ._. The last last thing I ate was breakfast yesterday, at 7am. So I'm very hungry.

It's only 15 more days. Over, soon! :)

Byebye.

9:30:00 AM because I say so