Rejecting NUS
There is no going back.
Haven’t been updating much. Actually no, make that at all. My lappy is still not in my possession which makes tumblring a chore.
I’m finding my way to Namly Place now. Sorry if I’ve been so MIA!
May 2010
Didn't sleep a wink yesterday
Yet i worked today. Now it’s 3am, but I’m still awake. Work again tomorrow morning. Lappy down. Cafe World screwed. Email went nuts. Uni shit to settle. SATs to top it all off.
Life is a very, very deep shithole now.
C-c-c-cinnamon lips, anyone?
The computer guy is coming to fix my lappy up tomorrow. Pray it works out fine. I’ve been tumblr-deprived for some time now, using my phone just doesn’t cut it. You know what else an iPhone is seriously lacking? An application to serve CafeWorld. My mystical pizzas have been rotting ;(
I was trying to recall why NH4Cl is considered ionic when I suddenly remembered a conversation about guys’ saliva with Jo and Claire. Just so you all know, Jo would kiss a guy all the time if he had flavoured saliva. ^^V
People, ask me out. I’m losing it.
I am very sick
My phone went flat for the whole of yesterday while I was dead in bed for 12 hours. Fml.
Thankful that yesterday
worked out the way it did. 11am Work > 5:30pm Potluck with Club Medders > 10pm Zhang’s birthday > 12am home > 3am drinks with Bro and Leon > 6am bed.
I’m surprised I didn’t collapse from exhaustion and crack my skull on the sidewalk. What I did do though, was speak irrationally, do and say things that did nothing for my overall wellbeing. What’s new…
I dream of this future I want
too much, unwilling to accept anything else. I’m afraid I’d never make do with less, but I’d never make it there either.
Maybe having my lappy
break down on me once in a while like this isn’t so bad after all. After all the frustration, the phone calls that only led to more frustration, I gave up and started to take apart my old treasure box I kept since I was a kid.
The best prize of all- my stash of letters. Letters I wrote to Santa, letters Santa wrote back, letters I shot back at Santa because he was a “stupid old man” who thought I didn’t deserve to get a pink Baby G. (I told Santa that he was lucky he was so far away or else I’d ask my brother to go kick his ass) The first dollar I got for my tooth, the first boat I folded, the first sticker album I filled, the first colouring book I finished, the first friendship bracelet I received, the first medal I got, etc.
Do you realize the first’s always so vivid but when the last comes around, no one barely even notices. No heads will be lifted, no eyes will light up, no jaws will hang open. Maybe, on the path linking up the two, we get worn out and worn thin. We stop noticing all the firsts, seconds and thirds, and subsequently the end means nothing at all.
I "less than three" you
I <3 you
Formspring me here: http://www.formspring.me/thiaaang
Yesterday I wanted to pretend to trip so I could stab someone at work, but all’s good today (I hope). Bye, I miss my friends.
It's all ending soon
and I’ve nothing to show for it.
