Losing it
So, Mo was eating in Choppy Waters in the States and all of a sudden she spotted this cloud of bacteria hovering beside the counter. Mo, Zo, Co and Mio were laughing all the way when Mo made a sudden convulsive movement. A giraffe was seemingly attracted to the cloud of bacteria! Mo hurriedly finished her fried beetles and ran to the toilet to puke. Mo's lips were pale and the trauma was too much to handle. So it was the end of her zookeeping life for giraffes. And from then on, Mo hated all kinds of viruses and brought sanitizer to wash her hands.
Okay, the pretty story above is basically crap. (So was the previous post I just saved from prying eyes) I just wove an entire Mo story while going down the escalator. I think my mind is constantly a flurry of conversations. I keep talking to myself, weaving stories, thinking how to write a blogpost. Hmm, a peek into this brain of mind would probably be the field-trip of a lifetime.
So anyway woke on a bad, bad note today. I woke up at 7.35 when I was supposed to be in school at 7.30. As if that wasn't bad enough, I couldn't get a cab after zipping around the house hurriedly packing and chucking everything in a rush. So I reached school at 8.13 and I got this really bad stomachache for the entire day. I could stand and all but suddenly the tummyache came back in waves. It was horribly painful I couldn't referee! I thought it was gastric but it wasn't, thank God. The last thing I need is a hole in the tummy.
Watched World Trade Centre. Heyyyyy all you people who said it was a good show that you'd cry from the start to the end is a liar! Even me, this emotional person only cried a bit. And I fell asleep at the first part! Imagine! It was boring. I have eyebags and dark circles. What an icing on the cake.
I'm just listening to goodfriend ranting on the phone and I have no idea what the hell is he talking about. I shall just pretend to be interested.
It's so hard, I don't see the point. Physically near, but mentally light years away. We don't meet at crossroads, we don't even have an avenue out. It's tiring, pointless. Just not the year of give and take, not the year of falling in. Just not it.