tired eyes.
i told dearestestestest bernadette/beatrice/bella that i would do this so i’m going this now (because wordpress threw a bitchfit and just recently decided to let me log in).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY (yesterday)! this post is dedicated to you, teo sheng hui! i’m so sad that i missed the muttons’ prank call to you. shite (suddenly remembered how crother’s loved that word) man. hope you’re having a good time at tj with your stalkers. lols! i miss sharing subway sandwiches with you, mister. ^^
(eh fuck, why’re there so many brackets. whatev.)
aaaaaaanyways. it’s officially the 20th so happy birthday to cynthia low xin tian, my somewhat twin who shares the same hatchday as me. yay us!
i’m too fucking lazy to talk about all the crap that happened since my last post as usual so i’ll just rewind a few days back.
monday – watched kite runner with my favourite matrep wannabe (and popcorn waster!)while i coughed like i had tuberculosis. then had coffee at starbucks. he bought me lollipops (yay!), which are still sitting in my fridge till this fucking cough decides to go away. we 14-ed to bedok then parted ways. reached home at about 9.30 a tired, sick but happy mess.
monday night – tired and sick as i was, did i sleep a wink last night? no, of course not! why, you ask? because of stupid fucking posting results. yes, i was nervous. so i thought, okay, i’ve got time to waste. posting was scheduled tentatively at 8am. so after i said goodnight to jeff at about 11, i had a good *counts* 9 hours to do absolutely nothing of value. so what does syaza do?
she watched hell’s kitchen and deadliest catch. then thinking she was sleepy enough, she turned off the tv. after no success in falling asleep, syaza decided that she would go brush her teeth a second time and ended up doing so for a good half an hour. and no, my teeth aren’t any whiter. once again, she goes back into bed thinking she’s tired enough to sleep but she’s wrong again. thankfully, rumour has it is showing on one of the hbo channels so she decides to watch that. she figures, i have to make myself tired somehow, so why not exercise?
one hundred crunches, twenty-five pushups (oh my, aren’t you pathetic) and a variety of complicated stretching exercises, she’s proud of herself for her sudden wave of non-laziness. fuck you, you whore. because of your 5am so-called workout, the more sensible me is left with an aching body.
at 6.21am, i received the JAE posting result text message. so i’m gearing myself up for my next 3 years at temasek poly getting my culinary and catering management diploma. and i am so so so excited!
tuesday – finally fell asleep at 9.30am and woke up at 1.30 to jeff’s phonecall. dragged my butt to the computer. chatted with other people who received their results while talking on the phone and text messaging at the same time. blahblahblah. wasted away my day. watched half of projek cerpen HAHAHA. fuck you, syaza. so very uncheena of you. plonked my butt back in front of the computer and here i am, tapping away at my keyboard at *checks time* 2.38am, a true, bonafide 17-year-old and very proud of it, thank you very much.
i am furious at you because i wasted a good year with you, crying a lot of the time, when i could have been happier without you. all because i was weak and you cried so fucking much that i felt guilty for being in love with him instead of you. it’s your own fault that you’ve been so quickly forgotten because you would not let me go. that year we spent being together? i think i spent it moving on. haha.
