Rollerrcoaster!

It feels as though some one is rapping against my skull with tremendous force. I don't know if it's migraine, though from recollection it involves vomit. It's like a little devil residing in my head causing me so much more pain than just a headache. Talking about pain, Agnes hit me so hard during the "Cause Some Impact" exercise during Leadership Training today. Sock you!

I am losing a lot of karma points recently. I'm quick to flare and quick to tear. I can just be sitting quietly in class and suddenly an explosion of anger in my chest happens for no reason at all. There was no reason for me to get angry at all! And as quickly as it came I'd feel normal again and forget all about it until the next time happens. I'd be irritable (very) too so sorry to people around me. Namely Cupcakes since I get so uptight about returning back to class on time.

I went a bit beserk today too, which is not a normality. I just kept being overly-dramatic and seemingly feeling a bit out-of-space. I actually went screaming and chasing after some person but it was a case of mistaken identity then I turned around laughing and kneeled on the floor. I get a bit over-excited easily too, like during tuition on Saturday.

Me = Me
Mel = Melissa
Mars = Marcus

Me: Oh my God is the answer 32? Is the answer 32?!!
Mel: Ya
Me: Yayyyy! Eh how come when I press this then the answer is 32 but if I press it this way it's another answer?
Mel: Oh yeah horh!
Me: HOW COME LIKE THAT! (Goes a bit hysterical while pressing the numbers and calculating the equation one million times)
Mars: Do slowly, do slowly
Me: Ooops, a bit over-excited
Me + Mel: Burst out laughing for quite long.

Just a passing thought, green is the color for snot. Ha! Melissa you get the color of snot.

But Marcus never fails to ask us if we learnt Calculus. I mean, the first time he asked on the first lesson that's ok. But he keeps asking every lesson and Mel didn't even notice it until I told her. And unfailingly during Saturday's lesson..

Mars: Have you all learnt Calculus?
Mel: (Controls.. Controls.. Controls.. For a little while)
Me: (Smiles hard to control like crazy)
Mel: (BURST out laughing and couldn''t stop)
Me: (Finally can't control)

And we laughed for damn long. Like it will die down and then someone will start to snigger and sets off the other person. And I can remember to exact expression of Mel's face. Like when she laughes her nostrils will flare and she will attempt to close her mouth to control herself but because she laughs so hard it's not really closed nor successful.

And I laughed since I started writing about the tuition part for a long long time. Banged my head on the keyboard, almost fell of the chair because I was rocking like crazy. Stomach hurts now. Banged my head against the wall. Oh God, comic relief. We have been laughing since Day 1 of tuition. Never once without someone laughing. Last tuition I was quiet because I just recovered but Melissa screamed or something because she controlled her laughter for so long it just erupted out of her.

And after he goes we have to sit on the sofa and roll about laughing for awhile before I go home. Or tell stuff to her Mum but it's a bit uncomprehensible because we're laughing so hard. I swear it's the Feng Shui of her house. That particular spot produces laughing gas or something! I mean, I don't feel particularly giggly any other time other then when I'm at that spot!

I am still laughing very loudly and hysterically.

Anyway, I should stop. I am panting can you believe it. Cool down cool down. Yes this pretty much sums up (oh no I started laughing again!!) my ever changing mood. Stress and not enough sleep. My mental perimeter will probably start to crash if these things pile up.

And to end if off, me and Mel were walking towards the gym to collect our bags and then when we were passing the staircase leading to the SC room I said damn loudly and out of pure whim and randomness (Well, at least I felt it was loud)

"I feel like dancing again"

Just then a senior walked up the stairs and heard me and shot me a quizzical look.