errr just type

It has been a while since I last type (again).
I am typing this now cause I feel like doing so.
Allow me to express in point and jumble up lines.
I think I've reach to that point.
I'll need some time to get away from it and be in another point again.
I often give the ceiling lamp above me a high-five or a punch whenever I'm changing.
The poor fragile lamp would shake quite tremendously.
And I always hope and wish that nothing gonna happen after that.
cause having any damages/problems causes me inconveniences.
I have class later and I am still, typing this.
I am sure I am gonna rush like mad nut soon.
The table lamp in front of me is uselessly fragile like (insert whatever adjective you like).
The bulb would just go to hell whenever something or myself hit it gently.
I've been studying, much for the tutorials only.
Pathetically failure. Haha
I've been kept dreaming about funeral for the past few days.
Stupidly crazy.
It stopped today.
I now learned and understand the subject of dry skin, dry face and dry hand.
The time here passes very fast.
Even though it's seven hours behind compared to the place where I stay before this.
Even since yesterday, the time goes further one hour backward.
What? Day light saving?
It is definitely as easy as xyz for me to caught up with sore throat.
The weather is cold, personally.
I still wonder how those locals could do it.
I am still hunch.
I have yet to listen to their voices for over six weeks, consecutively.
Maybe this is really the test then.
I hear live and clear brum brum traffic from my very own room.
Siren(s) of either ambulance, fire brigade "truck?", police "car?" or any combination of these is one of the must have in a day.
The shower cubicle is relatively small, for me. Ha-ah.
I love sun-shine over here.
Typing mood almost gonna end now.
Time doesn't allow me to type further as well.
Oh, I have been traveling to a few places to date.
Maybe would talk about it later-ly later or never. HAha
Hm... a good start.
Generally, I am doing well.
The empty bottle starts to fill up itself, slowly.
Should have boost up its speed.
Sometimes I don't even know why I behave in such a way.
I hope they don't mind.
Something need to be investigate.
It needs to be fixed not necessarily because it's wrong.
ok STOP!