Hurricane on the Bayou
Thursday, September 27, 2007 @ 8:20 AM
I surprise myself with my own uncontrollable mood. I seem to be hanging on every moment precariously. Gwd, get me a doctor someone. I need professional help. Ytd, was a perfect example.

Woke up form slumberland at 8-ish to the constant ringing of messages. I actually intended to study but I needed a right mood for the morning, hence=FLOORPLAY :D

Joy, I tell you.

Bus-ed and train-ed to TM. Took 45 and alighted at the inter. Big mistake, Mabel texted me and 14 was on the way. So, I missed it and had to walk to school. WALK. Then, Fatass called me. He told me to run 'cos the bus was about to leave. RUN. So, run I did, along the roadside. I prolly looked like a lunatic running by the roadside.

&Fatass tricked me. The bus was just parked in the school compund, and that was it. Ah, biatch. Made me run.

But at least, I was in an exuberant mood :D, but I was HOT. &in the bus, all the way to Jurong East, I remained joyful. Gwd, I'm such a sucker.

Oh, a couple of us blowed 4 bucks on a "thrilling" ride. My foot, it wasn't thrilling at all lahh. The machine just vibrated and shook. Considering my lightness, I practically flew whenever the machine tipped to one side. Thereafter, whored at the cool room upstairs with Julie, Zai, Ersian and Liwei. Fun, fun, mister blahblahblah, please shine down on me.

Haaha, that was a song but I kinda jumbled the lyrics and such.

Entering the theatre, I felt blah. Oh, but the theatre was fascinatingly cool and impressive.

Movie startes. Tears. I am such a wuss, I tell you. My tears flow too easily, of late. Not good, maybe I'm experiencing menopause at an early stage. Much too early. Hurricane on the Bayou was enrichingly devastatingly good.

Headed to the lecture hall thereafter. Blank.

Bus ride to school was silent. Much too silent for me. But luckily, everyone was pretty much asleep. Decided to walk to the 12 bus stop. Hanee followed and boy, what a mood enhancer. I instantly cheered up and we talked, gabbed, chattered.

Bus ride home. Suicidal.

Enough said, I need pills. Anti-depressant pill. I wonder how some people can stay insanely happy.

Gwd, are my posts getting too emo. Or deep? Must be part of the perks of this holy fasting month. Right, whatevs.

My Zen is cool. I should sell it to someone for a grand 'cos it seems to be able to detect my mood and play songs suitable for that particular moment.

Btw, Daughtry is the sex.

Do you know I'm now at home at 8:45am and I'm wondering if I should go to school. I'm not feeling in a school mood at all. But maybe, I shall go. 'cos i kindaasked Christine to come today during recess even though she didn't intend to come until o's.

Oh darn, I better get ready.