I intended to blog about the pathetic attempt to save the environment by the flawed campaign at NTUC.
However, i'm compelled to blog about the undesireable effects of moodswings instead.

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The day started off with motivation and excitement which very quickly turned to crankyness. Being oh so sensitive to the rush of flow of emotions, the crankyness inevitably instigated much irritants to run wild and free. Before biting someone's head off due to agitation, she quickly decided to cook something to satisfy her invisible hunger. When moodswings are mocking you, not getting what you want can cause a tat of destruction.

Either ways, moodswings caused her mood to ,well, swing ,and trying to keep up with it is very much frustrating. The weather wasn't much of a help either. Cooped up under a roof with no space to jump rope or fly a kite, it was no time to think of work. Time flies when you're having fun. Time crawls when you're not having fun. Time stops when you're having too much fun. Time seems to move too fast or not move at all ,even though you're screaming at it and slapping it with a fish ,when you're cranky.

With work aside, she traded the screen with trees and strangers. Serenity set in for that second before being rudely interupted by a vibrating phone. Walking it off was her best idea yet. Milk, Honeystars, and the quickly melting B&J were the rewards of resisting previous temptations. Hope is good, false hope is only good cause it seems like hope until you're slapped in the head with reality, then it sucks. She hates being ignored as much as I do. But she refused to give in, even though there were the many moments of frustration and dementation.

Sadly, depression had to sink in. OH the sorrow and pain. Depressed she was, hiding in the closet to cry her little heart out she wanted. Though she knew she was stronger than that, she lost the battle. Hoping to win the war, she walked through the darkness under the trees and whipped out the special remedy that could stop her brains from blowing up. Music.

After much walking, the soul was calmer. Headed home she did, only to drift into the star-filled sky. Inspired, she sat down and powered up her pencil. Emotions were let lose. Tranquility. She was released by the obnoxious moodswing. or so she thought.

Blahblahblah, as you can see, impatience has gotten the better of her and unlikely to finish her story, she hopes tomorrow will be a better day. Today's bitchiness should add up to be enough to reach this month's qouta.
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I love the beauty of emotions, but sometimes I wish, I had a better control over them.
Uncertainty reeks, blunt truth hurts.

XXOO.