my days of a nineteen year old are coming to a close.
its not just abt being nineteen. but rather...
my last chance to experience being a rebel is coming to a close and i dun quite know what to feel?
should i feel repressed?
or relived?

i spent Vday this year dreadfully.
1. i did not get to bake the brownies i usually bake every year.
2. i did not get to see any of my friends outside ntu.
3. i spent the whole night on the 13th, and on vday it self, wrapping many many bouquets of flowers tt other people ordered. (i'll upload the pix when i have the time)

oh,
heres another random thing i realised.
the more i try to understand what the managers at ny are thinking, the more i feel cheesed off.
the only thing tt gives me comfort is the thought that in a few years, while i move on, they'll still be in tt shithole.
i never knew i'd actually think this of my own work place.
srsly.
tho i aint the only one.
when i was at mrs fields, i nv dreaded going to work, i nv hated any of my colleagues.
not tt i hate anyone now.
im jus, how should i put it? permanently annoyed.
lol.
someone actually looked at a mudpie t'day n blantantly said: its a big o chz cake.
then said tt i/e hazel was fvec.
i was thinking like !!!???!!!
i hope everyone goes to shawns on mon.
can hardly wait.


argh.
now i hope i can wake in time to go hunt for my back pack.
argh.
i havent moved an inch for "bleakhouse" im stuck at pg 70? and theres arnd 500 pages.
bleahs/