tiredtiredtired

tiredtiredtired, but high because I just ran six rounds my estate and am happily munching on grapefruits now.

My life feels completely routine again-all I do everyday is wake up, go to sch/go out in the afternoon, then rush to work, eat dinner at midnight, run, sleep, can't wake up next morning...and the cycle repeats itself over and over again. And I can't believe I'm flying off on Sunday morning. It's all to soon, don't even have time to meet up with friends, do crazy things, swim, tan.

Today was really exhuasting. Mum woke me up at 7:30am in the morning to me that we're going to drive my brother to school and then head down to Robinson's-the Sale Worth Waiting For (except that you don't really have to wait.) I asked to drive because my extreme road-anexiety was probably the only thing that could mildy perk me up and as usual, ended up parking perfectly into the second lot when I really meant to park in the first. :s In all my sleepiness, I managed to pick out two bags from Guess and 1 shirt! (but shopping doesn't really make me that happy anymore...)

Met Qy to watch When a Stranger Calls (very scary) before shopping around somemore. I can't seem to find jeans that fit me! Really desperate to get some new ones before Sunday coz my existing ones have become too huge, yikes.

Working tonight, like every other weekday night, was slow and easy. Sometimes, when there's nothing to do during work, one starts stoning, and an overwhelming sense of heaviness comes. Then a guest appears at the entrance, one rushes over, puts on the biggest (occasionally fakest) smile, then everything is alright again, until all the guests have gone, and then, tired, one takes the last bus home, lonelily. But today I took the train with a whole lot of bantering guys - and I was staring at the floor half the time.

This is late, but I've hit the big 20! (*shrieks* - not that I feel very different.) Sunday was a simple affair. Nothing at home was going great when I woke up, so I went to pick up Manda so that we could go downtown earlier. As f.r.i.e.n.d.s, our birthdays get simpler, and simpler - no cakes, no food, no nothing - but the same old feeling of familiarity, comfort, chilling with my favourite people (taking pictures of course!). I would always want to spend my birthday with my favourite ny-girls! =) Things still weren't going great when I got home in time for mothers' day dinner, so I told my mum not to bother buying a cake.

Monday-met Ray/Wayne for pool after work! And after telling me she couldn't make it at the last minute and refusing to pick up my calls, Qy miraculously appeared at Lucky Plaza and declared that it was my birthday surprise, haha. It was my second attempt at pool, and I'm just bad at pool, bad, bad, bad, but i like pool, i like pool, i want to play more pool. Most people I hoped would come were there for dinner at Fish and Co (except Kai, you kai! - if you're reading, haha), so it was an evening pleasantly spent. I was quite horrified when I was made to stand on a chair with 4 other birthday people (poor guy next to me, it wasn't even his birthday, but he was standing for a friend who was too embarrassed), hold sparklers, listen to a birthday rap, dance with the guy next to me for 30 seconds to black eyed peas - while Tim happily took a million pictures/vidoes... but ahh, very very memorable 2oth birthday. =)

The holidays have done something to me. I'm actually blogging more than once a month.

I made a birthday wish on Monday evening. It can't come true, but it's always nice to wish anyway.