Major moodswings have been corrupting my psychological health, i think. Really, i get happy so easily and angry the next minute. I'd get angry over stupid things at stupid times. I'd pout at the slightest remark, and throw a huge tantrum at the slightest joke. I'd laugh for hours with my friends and end up crying at the end of the day. I'd have fun the whole day with my precious love and end up in a silly argument that was started by my stupid sensitive explosion. I really think i'm stupid though, sometimes, all the time. Everything seems right and wrong, it's all happy and sappy at the same time, it's good and bad at the same time, i'd enjoy my work with Lolu and Fya around, i'd enjoy the company of Adee, Belle and Shakz, I'd enjoy the time with Feroz, and yet something's out of proportion, something sad is lurking at the back of my mind. I think i know what it is, it's just sad and stupid to tell someone, because i feel stupid as i already am. I think i'm naive and to put my whole heart to those outside the circle of trust, which sounds so immature, but anyways, i feel like screaming my heart, lungs and other organs out so terribly that i think i might just explode.
Fuck valentines. Fuck birthdays. Fuck hari raya.
I'm totally hooked on humoungous earrings, those big bulky things.
Anyways, i have to warn those girls that have boyfriends, for one thing, if you're in the bus with your boyfriend and he's holding a bottle of green tea, try to get a seat even if it's crowded- Reason: My boyfriend push me in the bus because he lost balance, and i was like "oi!" and he was like ".....", afterwards we burst out laughing, BUT STILL, he tried to push me! I think i was deserving, i mean, i think i was but just a little, because, twice, we were in a train, i lost balance and my hand was near his neck so i grabbed tighly onto his neck, and he said that i was going to kill him if it lasted any longer. And secondly, if you're on the phone with him, he'll start hearing the wrong things, i was talking to him, and i said "where all the clubs-clubs are", and guess what he reciprocated with, "huh? Cluck-cluck?", of course, i burst out laughing. He thought i said cluck-cluck as cute nickie for clarke quay like, cluck-cluck/clarke-clarke, well somehow, it isn't even cute and thats why he's so funny, it made me sound like a chicken, cluck-cluck. Woooh, exhausting.
Lately, i've been having dreams about food. For instance, two days ago, i dreamt that my mum bought me nasi lemak, and i woke up with a hungry stomach. Yesterday, my mum called my cell around 8am to ask me if i want any breakfast, so i said i wanted nasi lemak, and iwent back to sleep, and i dreamt that my nasi lemak had a
chicken wing, a sausage and a stingray, YUMMY! and i woke up to see my nasi lemak was the normal set. Just now, my mum called me ard 8am again, and ask me for my breakfast order, i wanted prata double-egg and went back to bed, i dreamt my double-egg was a triple-egg with delicious curry on top, haha, and i woke up feeling hungry again. i wonder what delicious dreams await for me. haha.