No one's ever actually been able to make me feel stupid when i'm in the midst of one of my tirades.

But it actually happened.

A run-on sentence was all it took to throw me off course. And suddenly, i'd forgotten where i was going with the conversation and why i was getting so upset over it.

Now all i'm left with is this feeling of mortification at having been so emotional and spastic.

Now the thing is -

Was it really something silly that i was getting all worked up about?

I hate being made to feel stupid and unjustified.

I feel sad knowing i can't get through to you when you're upset.

No one can get through to you when you're upset.

I feel sad knowing that i can actually piss you off to the point you feel like snapping at me.

Cos i think we both thought i'd never let it happen.

I'm bothered because i thought that maybe, just MAYBE, i'd be able to get through to you.

Right now i feel like "just any other random person".

Am i really being silly and emo and spastic and annoying?

I don't know. I probably am, but i can't help feeling this way.

My mind's drawing a blank. I don't know what to think or feel about what happened, really.

"What's there to be upset about!? It's so trivial! It's so silly!" you say? I know. But i just can't help it. So humour me. Allow me to mope and ponder for abit. I'll get over it. Like i always do.

I think i'll just go drown myself in cup noodles and all its delightfully unhealthy ajinamoto-ish glory now.

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Oh man! It's already the middle of the semester! And it still feels like school's just started -_-"

On the one hand:

Readings are snowballing.

Essay deadlines are looming ominously.

Tutorial presentations are impending.

On the other hand:

Friends are great.

Family's great.

The boyfriend's great.

(Though it really is debatable when he starts singing stupid chinese new year songs*throws Jon a pointed look and threatens to sell him in Little India to sex-starved banglas*)

Even the kitty's being nice.

How does a girl go about deciding whether the state of her life is in chaos or bliss when faced with offsetting elements like these?

Did i mention i think school always manages to make your whole life seem screwed? *grumbles*

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What's in a label really?

Things haven't changed after we've been labelled. Actually things are exactly the same.

All that's changed is that we're now labelled.

I feel like a can of Heinz beans.

Wearing the exact same label that thousands of others do.

It's so silly really.

What matters most is that 2 people are happy together, no?

A rose by any other name is still a rose.

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Finally.... I can call the guy my own.

Weird way to start really...

Her:... And then i was like walking lah,then i tripped....*rambles*(can't remember the exact topic i was on, but it was nothing impt.)

Him:*interrupts* Will you be my girlfriend?

Her:*continues rambling and then at the question* STOP TALKING RUBBISH LAH YOU ASS!

Him: ...

*laughs* Lemme explain. He always asks me serious questions with the intention of turning it into a joke when i reply him in all ernesty. So you can't blame me for reacting the way i did.

But whatever it is... I'm happy. And keeping my fingers crossed that this is gonna last:)

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