Bipolar

One of those bipolar days. (don't get me wrong I'm not.)


Days are good when you get paid - at least that works for me towards the end of the month. My mood peaks around the start and end of each month, and hits a low by the third week, just like the amount in my account. It's hard to get by when you're saving for so many things at once - it feels like I don't even have enough eggs to fill all the baskets I have. And this struggle with moolah will never cease, will it?

Lunch with Jack, however late it is, is never a bad thing. Who can resist a lunch date who would wait with a hungry stomach just to have lunch with you, even when it means just fishball noodles at 3pm? Plus I got some egg tarts for my granddads, Mum's favourite kaya cake and sis' favourite cheese tarts. Yes, I'm guilty for my sis' current, urm, state.

Oh yes, and if you have a heart strong enough to spare, feel free to watch a few episodes of Destination Truth on Youtube. Even the non-supernatural ones scared the crap out of me. Which means no more of that for me.

(Sidenote: I only reserve my time for people who are worth me spending time with. Some people, unfortunately, are at the bottom of my list. I'd rather work on my assignments or read James Patterson than to spend a single moment with them. Period.)