I'm surprisingly still up until this wee hours of the early morning and it's 5:22 am to be exact. I just had that one hour sleep from 2-3am which has never returned yet. And as I listen to the keys being tapped by my fingertips, I am currently wondering if the race has finally started. Sighs.

I've been too giddy last night as me and my sister took our way home. I am all set to join the fun run and hopefully, cross an item on my bucket list (start and finish a run. No cheating!). 

Oh, but here comes the surprise! I never thought that my immune system would react to the extra chocolate shot on that hot fudge I had with TK and Mariela last night. Yes, ze once in a century food reaction/allergy attacked, hence the one hour sleep and the series of unfortunate scratching (at least no blowing up/ballooning body parts, redness). And since I got really ticked off by the feeling and I really can't get back sleep, I decided to take antihistamines at 3 am and decided to sadly cancel pushing through with the run. I guess I just have to wait for another chance. I wouldn't want to feel really sleepy while running, of course. Or feel that zombie-like feeling I experienced when I got early morning attacks last time (took the meds, hopped to the event in the morning, helped setting up at the church by afternoon equals me being super sleepy on my way home and eventually passing out the moment I felt my bed under my palms) later on our seminar plus general assembly at the church.

I guess I am just finding an outlet for these sudden happenings. And now I am waiting for the glorious sleep to come while wondering if the race has officially started. I hope my parents would do great (Go Mom and Dad! Wooooh!).

And I'm craving for Ramen.