Mood affects the things we do

Today I went out to study at toa payoh. Actually I was suppose to meet may lwin to study together but due to some last minute reason, May Lwin is not able to come. So poor me have to study alone. So I went up the bus, took out my mp3 player and realize that something is missing from my bag. And that is none other than......................................my full scape paper. So when i reached toa payoh interchange, I went to popular bookstore to buy a A5 notbook. (Mind you, I am not rich. It's just that i remembered that I am also running out of full scape paper soon.) I also bought some pens. So lonely me once again walk down the lonely road to entertainment mac. As usual, I head upstaires to the second storey but found that the enterance was blocked due to a birthday party going on. And therefore i said the first 'F' word in the day. (fish, freak, fook....) So i used the first storey enterance, intending to go up to the second storey...but to my horror, some rich dude/dudette with rich parents BOOK THE WHOLE SECOND STOREY OF MAC TO CELEBRATE HIS/HER BIRTHDAY!!! (At this point of time, I was using the 'F' word for the second time) O...my...usually people only book half the second storey. Mind you, its half... which also means, those who wanna eat at entertainment mac can only use the small, cramp, pathethic first storey of entertainment mac. At first I was so enthusiatic in studying for my geo test but upon these two thigns that happen on me, I was devastated (perhaps its a wrong choice of word).... I ended up studying at a small isolated corner in the library (third time i used the 'F' word.) Feeling cold (it was raining when i was in the library), I went to the toilet to warm myself and at the same time to relieve myself. But when i went back to my seat, the worst thing that can ever happen to a guy happen...no....i did not pee on my pants....nope....not about my hair being untidy...it was........i forgot to zip my pants!!!! Goodness gracious......imagine what the hell the chio bus in the library would say ," wah....that guy wanna allow air circulation in his thing ar?" O...man.... that kills my mood to zero... Its just like you are having sex and suddenly the phone rings....Can you imagine?

Moral of the story: (look at the title for this blog entry)

P.S. Carolyn, in case you are reading this, your ripcurl shirt you buy for me is too big. And
therefore covering my "there" when my pants was unzip.