Thursday, July 9, 2009
eighteen is the loneliest number
Yesterday was Mels/Alice/Rae's 18th party at Cho Gao.
Which i had persuaded my parents to let me come,
although they were very reluctant.
Overall fun night, although the room was quite dark
and it was making me sleeping,
so by the end i was shouting out obscene words and non-sense.
and then i became mute, but that was nothing new
i'm always very quiet and kind of stand awkwardly in groups.
funny thing was, i was the last person to leave.
and and mels left super early.
the "function room" was very open
so i reckon anyone could of walked through,
and some people did, which was weird.
the food was alright but i didn't really eat anything,
i eat a couple of chips and this fried food thingy.
i didn't really drink anything,
but i was holding a cup with nothing in it,
and preceded to pretend to drink from it.
i got picked up late because my stupid brother didn't relay the message to pick me up
and so my dad left the house at 10.50.
anywhoooo i got home and tried to do some UMAT drills,
but i got so many questions wrong because i was so tired and couldn't concentrate.
after that i went to sleep.
that was my first party of the year
but i doubt there would be anymore,
at least until the end of november in which i planned to have my party,
a couple of months belated. I hope people will turn up because i have already set the date, five months in advance and i took into account people taking holidays and whatnot.
I am still bummed out about not going to yaa reunion,
they're always so fun
but instead i have to go physics tutor.
i was ready to lie to my parents
and say i had english oral practice
which i did last term. stupid physics, it's ruining my life.
and holidays are nearly over, which is sad
because i have not achieved anything
and have not done much studying.
and in a couple of days i have to go back into a routine
and wake up early again
and really buckle down and study for exams.
i'm not ready to go out in the real world just yet,
well sort of real world anyways. I'm not mature enough.
Love, Squealer.
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