The hormones are playing up and I feel myself easily manipulated by everything that’s going on around me.

The moroseness fills me up once in a while, and I realise how it is harder to deal with it, as compare to.. angst.

Like, how I could feel the tears welling up at the edge, and immediately the stone, hard front walled up pretty quickly again, and I reacted, without hiding the impatience in my voice. That seemed like the most natural thing to do.

Alas, it was perhaps a stupid thing to do, if you know who I did it to. Giggles.

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It is no surprise that the fatigue of the week overwhelmed me so much that I reached home on Friday trembling, and I attributed the weakness to the lack of food.

I felt much better after a home-cooked meal.

I struggled to stay awake in front of my Xbox 360, and before I knew it, I was concussed out before I could enjoy my long  night ahead.

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I am such a boring person these days I might well be a hermit or something.

This month, though a short one, will be one with careful budgeting after a planning screw-up the last(which also shrunk my parents’ ang baos by half) which saw me holding my breath to wait for Chinese New Year to be over so the new month will start.

It will probably be the same as Jan, where lunch is a no-no, flagging cab is a no-no, and shopping should be avoided like plague. I will want to eat in as much as possible though it is unlikely as my parents are bringing Minibean overseas this month.

Good news is I probably have enough work to keep myself busy, like how it had done so over this weekend.

Or I could perhaps hone my gaming skills so I can last a game longer when playing online with other people.

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I shall end this abruptly to give my Xbox 360 some TLC and attention.

I wish I could find it within me to blog more, without censorship, or without the self-imposed restrictor of emotions-filtering.

But I guess, a part of me is really refusing myself the rights to crumble and die.