2008-10-23
Also, I secretly like round numbers.
Okay, so I fail at updating, but I'm not dead yet.
I think I've flaunted my emo blog post for a tad too long already (I've been lazy to post, so sue me) and it's probably high time I sat down and wrote something out that wasn't a one-liner or angsty.
Against my better judgement, I shall write out a list which will hopefully make my life easier (considering how about I've let 345676543 things go by without me posting about them) and for you to skim through and pretend to read.
SHIZZ THAT HAPPENED LATELY:
1. End of Years - before, after and everything else in between. I survived.
2. Valerie Khoo. Yes, she happened.
3. Johnny's Entertainment. Japan has become my motherland, I've fallen for way more boys than I should have in a lifetime, gone through hardcore flailing with my homies Sham and Nadhira and scared off a variety of people during my obssessive height comparisons. This will probably feature in a separate blogpost, with an abundance of caps lock.
3. Open House. Had my first ever bout of immense senior-pride after working with the juniors. Was completely awed by the booth decor that Erica and Laura pulled off ever amazingly. Fooled around more than worked. Fumbled with Christmas Island stickers. Saw a lot of seniors and dispensed about two hundred hugs. Had a lovely evening.
4. Seeing Fang again, at Open House. I hadn't realized how much I'd missed her till she grabbed me around the neck and dragged me around the courtyard. It feels it's been like forever.
5. Poets' Block, which has attacked me with such vigour and vengeance I can't even face a stanza.
6. The Biting Point at Hwachong's Humanities in Celebration. If this doesn't have a post to its own, I fear that I'll be skewered, either by the cast or by myself for guilt of confining it to a list.
7. Becoming oddly inadequate at talking. It might be just me, or the fact that I let my entire soul be consumed by Hey! Say! JUMP and now I fail at holding decent conversations. Talk to me, tell me your name yo.
8. Revelations, angst, mood swings, exhaustion. You can't get away from the emo but I can try to get away from posting about them.
9. Good stuff and bad stuff. Life's like that, I realize.
10. I blogged. That itself warrants a number.
inquisite at 8:10 p.m.