Nothing but stress and emoness is twirling in my eyes

It has been so long ago that I experienced what they call an emotional depression and yet, it was on Thursday that I felt it again - but with an even greater intensity.

One minute, I hysterically laughed while watching the repeat of a Taiwanese variety show while at the other minute, I bawled to a sad song. Not to mention, I couldn't call it a night early, not because I was dating heavy assignments but because I was dangerously high on hyperactivity and emoness. My eyes were tired but my mind was wide awake.

As if to tease me, Cookie played a prank on me that left me palpitating and frightened.

"You look like you're going to cry," he consoled with a smirk. "Aww, don't cry..."

I'm not that claustrophobic but combine that with my great fear of the darkness, I could have died from a heart attack there and then. And that's pretty much the reason why I have the fear of riding the elevator with him. I swear, he will repeat history if and when the opportunity rises. >.<

Coffee mania kicked in; while Faustina delivered coffee to her friend nearby, I bought myself an iced cappuccino from San Francisco and one matcha tea latte from Coffee Bean - both were consumed before we made it back to campus. It was not satisfying enough, actually; Teochew Mama and I gulped on cappuccino and sampled on plain pretzels earlier this morning.

I really hope that the emoness will taper down by Monday, because I don't want course mates, especially Dexter and Faustina, asking if I am feeling alright. It's not easy to hide one's emotions, as I have learned. We may be able to remain stoic but our eyes are the mirror that will give our soul away - people will know when we are happy or sad, just by looking at the optic nerve.

And with that, while I embark on a studious affair with my History and World Issues test reviews, I shall leave you all with a video of Teochew Mama's new favorite song.