I have Feelings YES

THREE levels of being HAPPY! (No. 1-3 ranging from HIGH to LOW)

1) I get Ecstatic when.. ..

My birthday is getting near. Not that I’m expecting a-lot of surprises from my friends. But I just feel so overwhelmingly special to being a birthday girl. Spending a great day of celebrating myself being alive every year 😀

 

2)  I feel contended when. ..

Nothing bad has happened to me for more than a week. Nowadays, it’s hard getting by. In fact, life was never easy. Like what I told myself years ago. ..

“The only easy day was YESTERDAY.. ..”

 

3) I feel pleased and pleasant when . ..

Somebody or a random person did something for me. I don’t feel obliged to get serviced by people without any pay i.e some intangible services out there: Salon. Once, a friendly MRT commuter helped me pick a crawling ant from the back of my sleeve. I am thankful 🙂

 

 

 

THREE levels of me being  SAD!

1) Depressed. .

I hardly feel depress unless anyone choose to betray me. I used to think it’s okay if anybody betrayed me for money, love, anything they regard of higher priority than me. Because people have reasons for doing something bad or mean. However. I cannot stand it if people really chose to betray their own conscience. Worst still, I hate my loved ones to treat me differently from they treat others! I want true equality among all livings ): That’s my greatest wish more than anything ya know? ): 

2) Upset. ..

Life is unpredictable. That’s why life is fun, you’re never know what happen the very next second. But that can be scary as well. On top of that,  it’s also what life offers: Ambiguity which makes me really sad.  People set rules for themselves, principles in life they say. There is never a clear line between what’s right and wrong. Moral and ethical issues are still happening despite so many educated civilians who could help are out there doing less. 

3) Moody. ..

WHEN I am hungry, I get really moody. When I am thirsty, I get moody too. Laode used to know that I get moody when I am not getting hydrated, hence he offers me drinks or reminded me to drink plenty of water. I am always getting food cravings, I love eating so much if I skip one of my meals, I get moody. As simple as that. 

 

 

 

THREE levels of being ANGRY!

1) Outraged

I am a calm and restless person. Nothing seems to turn me on until I READ the NEWSPAPER or WEBSITES on animal/human ABUSE, CANNIBALISM, CYBER-BULLYING, WAR, UNEQUALITY. Whenever I read the news about how people suffer and how many suffered due to some silly man-made events (WAR), I’ll feel especially enraged. I am often angry at worldly affairs. Only at some rare occasions when my family members were getting bullied or endangered, will I get furious and bite people’s head off. 

2) Mad

I’ll get annoyed if people don’t listen to me when I’m expecting attention. I hardly seek attention unless for some grave matters. My pap holds a family meeting once in a while and us kids usually report home early to hear what he has to say. It’s a habit for me to earn respect from people around me continuously.  It is important to me because I felt that people are less aggressive if they tend to respect you. I get agitated too when people don’t respect themselves.  

3) Dismayed

If my friends decides to scare me knowing I am afraid of something horrible, I’ll get irritated. I am scared of balloon, heights, cockroaches, insects in general, water (i.e. swimming pools), bicycles. In fact, I have many fears which I couldn’t overcome.  Any sometimes, silly people or classmates decides to use them against me. I totally dislike that. I mean I don’t hate people anyhow just because of an action like this. But I cannot stand it. 

 

 

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