the eve.

Both my parents are still slightly annoyed at my previous month's mobile bill. It hit 91 dollars, still 30 bucks shy of the 120 I scored when I was in secondary 2. Don't ask me how I managed to incur such a big sum, shit just happens to me.
There wasn't any lessons today, mainly CNY celebrations. At VJC, we had to set up booths. Booths that either sold food or were game stalls. I don't think I actually covered all of the stalls, just those that are relatively close to 08S33's. But then, honestly, I can't remember which booths I had been to already.
I suppose a group of us, including me I thin, was suppose to arrive in school at around 6.30am. At that time, I was still taking my shower. I reached school an hour later, much to the annoyance of some. But then I heard that they too arrived not too long ago so I was let off the hook pretty quickly. The girls started to make the tea and other essentials while the guys racked their brains over how to crush the damn block of ice. Alvin had the ingenious idea of using the cover of the icebox. It worked. Smart guy.
Then the day started. Again.

Customers came and went. My own take on the drink is that it isn't that bad, just that the pearls tasted a wee bit weird. But overall, it's fine. I had to go to the drinks' stall uncle to request for exchange of notes for smaller coins. Eventually, it kind of pissed him off and he said that he had no coins left. Bullshit. Mean man.
Mass dance was next. I didn't really dance this time around unlike some..haha. All I did was watch until Jillian suggested doing the last dance. I just followed the crowd. I still have two left feet though. Hmm.


i saw you with your friend watching the dance. i wonder what was on your mind at that time.
perhaps it's him. your beau or something, or so i've heard from your ex-classmate.
we crossed paths at least twice. first time with me intentionally walking that route and the second when i was with the others; about to head back.
i summoned the courage to wave but my hand thought otherwise.
it didn't.
i tried to establish eye contact but obviously the floor tiles were more interesting than i was. not surprisingly.
it hurts.
it really hurts.
like what he said, perhaps it was a good thing nothing happened. i can't imagine what could happen if something were to.
will i go mad?
no. probably just go into a major slump.
i have realised that it doesn't hurt so bad when i think of this situation as 'cant be helped'.
isn't it?
another she asked me if you were really that pretty.
yes you are.
prettiest little thing.
but i think it looks way better on the inside.
we will never get together.
never.
happy new year.