tell me about it

It cuts so damn deep, being cut out of your lives.

Sigh.

And now I feel like a total idiot ninja-reading your blog just to keep up with your life.

Man, you know what I hate.  I absolutely hate it when I’ve got something nice planned for my day and then someone I adore comes along and asks me out - a close friend, someone I haven’t seen for a long time, whoever - and I think, hey, it would be really nice to see that person, so I cancel my earlier plans, make apologies, and happily schedule that day for the special someone.

And then, on that day itself, or even hours or minutes before we’re scheduled to meet, that person cancels on me, at a time when it’s too late for me to take up my original activity again.

That really, really pisses me off.

I think I deserve a little more respect than that, don’t you?

The other thing I really hate is getting blamed for something I didn’t do, or someone getting mad at me for something that isn’t even my fault.  I mean seriously, what the hell.  If I really have done something wrong, I’ll go all sulky and defensive and know deep down with a load of guilt that I deserve the scolding I’m getting, but if I haven’t done anything then it really gets my dander up.  I hate it.

I also hate whiny men.

And Brussels sprouts.

And alfafa. 

Well, mostly sprouts of any kind (except for bean sprouts grown in Ipoh and cooked Ipoh style).

And mathematics.

I could go on for quite awhile.

No one in the world,
Ever had a love as sweet as my love
For nowhere in the world,
Could there be a boy as true as you, love.

All my love
I give gladly to you
All your love
You give gladly to me
Tell me why then,
Oh why should it be that

We go on hurting each other
We go on hurting each other
Making each other cry
Hurting each other
Without ever knowing why

Can’t we stop hurting each other
Gotta stop hurting each other
Making each other cry
Breaking each other’s heart
Tearing each other apart

unbelievably tired of everything.

You know what sucks?

Finding out you’re leaving…from someone’s blog.

Not hearing it from you.  Not even hearing it from a friend.  Just…reading it on someone else’s blog, that you’re leaving.

Well.  I’d say I’ll miss you but I’ve already been doing that, this past half a year, so I guess this doesn’t make much of a difference.  Even though you’ve been doing the perfect job of avoiding me and ignoring my SMSes and MSN messages and not even telling me why -

I’ll still miss you.

Thanks for being one of the best friends I’ve ever had.

What I did last year:

• Went to China for the first time
• Got my heart broken
• Played my last inter-hall Scrabble game
• Learned how to dive
• Got my heart fixed
• Gave up my single room
• Went to Bangkok with Shyam
• Attended the first real wedding of friends
• Started work at the pub
• Joined the church choir
• Spent an insane amount of money

What I want to do next year:

• Go for King’s Cup (though maybe not to play)
• Go to Phuket
• Graduate with a second-class honors
• Find a good job that I enjoy
• Become a Scrabble master
• Walk closer with God
• Eat sashimi buffet
• Save an insane amount of money
• Redecorate my room

And so we usher in 2007.

Happy happy everyone, and may this year be a lot less eventful than this one; I don’t think my heart can take any more surprises.