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Jan. 9th, 2011 03:01 amI have a mug of warm milo sitting next to my right hand and with my eyes closing in on me.
It's been really long since I've last felt so tired, in like consecutive days. School have been draining every single bit of energy off me, like what's new, right? Ugh.
Week One saw me back to school, albeit a very rough start - refer to my Monday post, below (or earlier. Can't remember. Heh! :3). Poh Ying's birthday celebrations with me, mistaking someone else for someone that I knew (zzz really), a short day in school and then out with the Baggu people (hahaha!! I got reminded of how Anetta pronounce this!! ;) and tried fried mars bars for the first time (don't laugh hor!) and survived the madhouse in school.
I meant, open house. -.-|||
&everyday coming home, with only one thing in mind: OMG. I'M MOFO TIRED. WTFFFFFFFFFFFF.
And this is only Week One, without some tutorials and lectures.
Came back from Vivian's birthday celebration - Thanks for the invite, pretty woman who prefers asians! hahaha! (:
And I have people like her turning 18 this year, and I'm like :O, seriously.
I'm turning 19 this year, and I just can't accept the fact that I'm so old already (yes, don't have to tell me otherwise if you're reading and is older than me. TYVM). One year is a lot of difference, and don't tell me otherwise. I won't buy it.
Bah. I don't care. I'll be 18, for forever. (:
Oh. To add on to the whole Week One issue above, I have some weight lifted off my chest, my heart and my mind. I realized that it's always the very one thing that would bring me down whenever a new year starts. It's just something that will haunt me for my life, I suppose.
Thank you for caring, thank you for sparing out your bedtime for me (I know that cus that timing will rarely be the time that you're active) and thank you for being so nice to listen me out - it's been long since I really shared something with you that's from my heart.
I've kept everything to myself until you asked me that very question.
I just don't know how to start talking and sharing things with you ever since you initiated that nightmare to me.
It will always haunt me, no matter what I do. You're too kind to listen to the same ol' every single time.
Too tired to think now.
&Listening to Muse reminds me of you. Thank you for replying me on a certain platform, so common, so known.
Fuchsia will always be reserved for you, on faithwingz@livejournal. Just so you know.
Just figured that this post would seem confusing with the over usage of you, with it referring to different people from paragraphs to paragraphs, but I'm too tired to even try to make things less confusing.. so too bad to those who doesn't know what the heck I'm talking about!
I'm too tired to even run through this entire post. Ugh.
Tillagain.
It's been really long since I've last felt so tired, in like consecutive days. School have been draining every single bit of energy off me, like what's new, right? Ugh.
Week One saw me back to school, albeit a very rough start - refer to my Monday post, below (or earlier. Can't remember. Heh! :3). Poh Ying's birthday celebrations with me, mistaking someone else for someone that I knew (zzz really), a short day in school and then out with the Baggu people (hahaha!! I got reminded of how Anetta pronounce this!! ;) and tried fried mars bars for the first time (don't laugh hor!) and survived the madhouse in school.
I meant, open house. -.-|||
&everyday coming home, with only one thing in mind: OMG. I'M MOFO TIRED. WTFFFFFFFFFFFF.
And this is only Week One, without some tutorials and lectures.
Came back from Vivian's birthday celebration - Thanks for the invite, pretty woman who prefers asians! hahaha! (:
And I have people like her turning 18 this year, and I'm like :O, seriously.
I'm turning 19 this year, and I just can't accept the fact that I'm so old already (yes, don't have to tell me otherwise if you're reading and is older than me. TYVM). One year is a lot of difference, and don't tell me otherwise. I won't buy it.
Bah. I don't care. I'll be 18, for forever. (:
Oh. To add on to the whole Week One issue above, I have some weight lifted off my chest, my heart and my mind. I realized that it's always the very one thing that would bring me down whenever a new year starts. It's just something that will haunt me for my life, I suppose.
Thank you for caring, thank you for sparing out your bedtime for me (I know that cus that timing will rarely be the time that you're active) and thank you for being so nice to listen me out - it's been long since I really shared something with you that's from my heart.
I've kept everything to myself until you asked me that very question.
I just don't know how to start talking and sharing things with you ever since you initiated that nightmare to me.
It will always haunt me, no matter what I do. You're too kind to listen to the same ol' every single time.
Too tired to think now.
&Listening to Muse reminds me of you. Thank you for replying me on a certain platform, so common, so known.
Fuchsia will always be reserved for you, on faithwingz@livejournal. Just so you know.
Just figured that this post would seem confusing with the over usage of you, with it referring to different people from paragraphs to paragraphs, but I'm too tired to even try to make things less confusing.. so too bad to those who doesn't know what the heck I'm talking about!
I'm too tired to even run through this entire post. Ugh.
Tillagain.
