Hi all.
I have been living pretty lonely these past three weeks. A day after my last post I was down with a stomach flu that lasted all of a week. Week 2 of my absence was due to my internet connection and phone line being cut because in my mother's high she didn't pay November's bills. Since she was still unwell and in hospital, December's bills went ignored as well. But meh, I survived cold turkey quite painlessly. I have been cooping myself up in my little bubble, although sometimes I come out to work, or to spend time with special people who make me feel like things like love and friends and good relationships with other human beings are all not non-existent. Hi Syadza.
My mother came home earlier today. Yesterday. Whatever. I have not been very welcoming. I don't think it was a good day for her to come home. I got my O level results today. I was devastated at first, but I have come to accept it all. I actually kind of feel I deserved it. Everything happens for a reason; maybe this will teach me a few things about hard old life, eh? My pride has died for the moment, but it is ok. I will redeem myself by getting into a good art school/design course.
Also, here's wishing you a happy second week of the new year and a happy rest of the year. I am looking forward to all the fresh starts this year shall bring me. New school, new friends, new stage of life (I'm gonna be seventeen....?)...
I'd gone out on New Year's Eve alone with plans to soak up the festive vibes in town as more of an observer than a partaker in the celebrations, but fate brought Maya and Nadhirah along and I ended up spending the evening with them. We had good fun and we had a good dinner but they left around nine to meet their families. I lingered on until close to midnight, sitting in Wisma Atria's Starbucks (my favourite thus far) and drawing. My grandmother called, reminding me it was late, so I thought to just head home.
I tried to get to the MRT by the underpass in the basement but everything was locked and shuttered and empty, so I took the lift back up to the first floor. The lift, however skipped my stop and went up and up and up and I was convinced I was going to either a. be abducted by a serial killer and die a gruesome death at midnight while the rest of town is preoccupied with wishing each other a happy new year and chugging down their alcohol or b. run into some pontianak or whatever creepy restless ghostly spirit and end up pissing myself. The doors opened on the fourth floor and I was prepare for the worst, but it was only a group of teenage boys who asked if I knew how the hell to get out of there. I ended up spending my last few minutes of 2011 running around the deserted shopping centre with a bunch of people I did not know, but it was quite fun. I could have counted down with them, but I was feeling a bit sad so I decided to go home. Midnight came while I was sitting in a train cabin with depressed-looking people. Nobody said happy new year or burst into cheers, only looked around awkwardly to see if anyone else would.
Ha. All the best for 2012, guys.
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