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When This Friday Is Not A Friday.
Friday, February 01, 2008, 22:34

An attempt to be artistic and photographically-inclined. When my mood was really down and the camera was thought to be able to capture nice shots of the iconic SA structure.

My mood suck up to the sky this morning. Really bad. Then came a friend. After asking the same question for three times (Because he so fabulously do not want to answer my question.), he shot me with a question. 'Why am I being interrogated?' Maybe I haven't shown my new friends my other self, but I think I did so today.

Seriously, when he said that, game over. You win. I cannot stand attitude when I am in a bad mood. Plus the irrelevant scolding I get from supposedly-student-leaders yesterday.

My CG people were saying things like I looked terrible. Some said I was emo, others said I was sad. One tried to be humorous and said that I just broke up. And when I told the rest that my stare can make people fall off their chairs, no one believes. Why? Is it because I joke too much that you think I am free to all other jokes, be it sensitive or insensitive? I have feelings, my dear.

My mood sort of cleared up after school. Went to Minds Cafe and played interesting games. Just so, being with friends, real friends, makes everything all right. Thinking about it, I was quite foolish to be affected by that. But, be kind. Don't make me mad when I am in a terrible mood. You won't want to experience my stare or just my attitude.

Oh, why can't I be a robot and have no feelings? Then, I am not human. Just not natural.






Ernest