auld lang syne, my dears

seriously, we all look older. all of us.

well, imma spend nye alone forlorn so decided to at least dress up my nails and wear a nice skirt tmr and sit at esplanade to write something insightful and short to usher in 2011.

althought i gotta say the itch in both eyes is rather distracting and hardly glamourous or attractive. in novels the protagonist never has inexplicable rash growing from her eyes like mold, ever.

life sucks/

ok gimme 5, time for 2nd coat of red for nails

wah it went on quite nicely if i do say so myself (usually it's about now when something chips immediately. jinx.)

(eh don't have. yay!)

so yea. resolutions. isn't it funny how each year passes with increasing speed and decreasing significance? like, 2010 is gonna be over in one fucking day. what the fuck. i have barely wrapped my immense head around the fact of my matriculation, for goodness's sake, and now the year of my graduation is over?! you're kidding. no, no, you're Kidding.

they should have a class in primary school, called the time warp module. when you reach adulthood, time doesn't fly, it just evaporates immediately like the coke from your cup, and when you are asking for your rightful share everyone else begrudges you even when you obviously have gotten none at all. life is unfair, it is.

if you're wondering, yes i'm working tmr, the red rash from now fucking where finally decided to gimme a damn break and leave. oh am gee. but yea gotta do the nails. armour for the solitude and all that. i cannot believe my family just decided to forsake me. can. nobody to eat with on nye! for real!

-insert sob break-

resolutions. made enough to know that they never go through, not yet enough to stop making them (thanks goodness)

1. take a chill pill. for real. this year has seen me inexplicably and absolutely break down for no proper reason. bad.
2. up my game. writing and teaching will be primary rooms for improvement.
3. plan more things. after not 1, not 2, but yes, 3 sound scoldings from mingyang, june, and da bian respectively, i is gonna plan stuff. like, important stuff. seriously. really really.
4. choose things to plan. i will i will really really

i think enough liao. suddenly veh tired.

hahahhahah!

ok, honestly, the time spent apart from the people at office, in terms of being excluded and having this stupid rash right at the last week of work, is a humongous gigantuous opportunity for me to improve and learn to be a better person. i'm wise enough at least to see that. and honestly, it is terrifying to know that it is not a given that i will triumph this, because anxiety and paranoia are my best friends after michelle. hais. and it is very important to have faith and hold hope and at the very least know that it is not the end of the world nor the biggest concern so i must be better.

k la k la nag nag nag. i shld sleep. why is it tht every year i wanna pen a kickass, well-crafted entry to welcome a fantastic year and every year it's just rambling bullshit like this. not poetic at all. okokokok cause i neh plan okokok i nose i nosee

lubs yew veh muchhh