Friday, March 02, 2007
As one would notice, the past few posts haven't been completely on schedule.
They are basically written as I sat down to think after a couple of weeks of classes and boredom and way too much work.
This date however, 1st march represents my birthday. Your vulnerable writer has turned 20, no longer a teen and perhaps not yet a woman. Trying very hard but overall, I'm very happy with where I am.
The past week has been filled with many things, considered much like a roller coaster ride.
Hence this shall be a purely narrative post.
The day before or February 28 was Floors Dinner Night. Somewhat confusingly, the division of East 2 took place between my and Connie's room, so while Connie was going for Shanghai dumplings with Lyra the tutor, I was banked in with Thomthom to go to Joe's Garage on Brunswick......with Maria, a big group of giggling almost exclusively female freshers, and Louis.
Could you just hear the dramatic cymbals clashing together?
Terribly worse enough that seemingly on this side of the floor, there's an abundance of girls who feel the need to declare their fascination with Louis, now I'm spending a night watching them declare fascination for Louis. Fantasic.
Seriously I'm over him. But it still hurts.
Hence dinner was an uncomfortable quiet affair. I wanted to shrink into the ground while trying not to look disinterested. I think I failed dramatically. Thom was desperately attempting to hold everyone together to host a sucessful night. The food was lovely. Massive but interesting. You'll see how this relate to my birthday later.
Upon return....it was ...semi alright. Decent. Everyone having fun, laughing talking visiting others rooms. It has been one of those weeks when everything seemed to be annoying, and no one is noticing you, bothering to talk to you, ignoring you. Things seem hard, and bleak and you end up crashing. You've come to a standstill while everyone else is discovering all the new things in life. I was hanging on by a bare thread and crashed. Hard. Tucked up into a ball on my bed, sobbing my little heart out. When you know your ex has moved on and flirting two doors down, when no one notices it's your birthday, when no one bothers to investigate when you're lying face down on your pillow positively wailing....in a college filled with 160 people. You feel alone.
Desperately alone.
No one really bothers about the quiet ones......because the quiet ones never make a fuss.
Matty came in and squished me with massive cuddles. Ann offering many many tissues.
Connie called Derek who called me to ask why I was emoing out of the blue. Dad called and Ann had to explain to him why I sounded like I was stricken down with the lack of voice after hrs of hiccuping sobs. Suan Ee called in for this international student emergency.
And then a birthday stampede filled with balloons and chants with 20 odd friends and unknown freshers who had the heart enough to answer the call of cheering up this pathetic 2nd year, with her puffed up eyes and messy hair. Thom arranged this imprompty on the spot celebration, 30 seconds after midnight. They were quite amazed when matty and connie started singing happy birthday and had to troupe in slightly.....late.
But the gesture would never be. Late that is. From one of the most miserable time to one of my happiest moment in college to be heartily embarassed when they burst into song and gave me several hugs. These people whom I'd never have expected from.
Birthday dinner with Connie, Ann, Alex, Derek, Rayner and Matt. We went to Ito and had japanese food, glorious ramen. Then we went play foosball.
Friday was spent holding Connie's hand while she got a blood test. That night was the color turn, and after a year it doesn't feel that fun anymore. However, movie afterwards with a new friend was absolutely delicious. More on this later.
Saturday and Sunday was continuing birthday celebration. Karoke night with the entourage, minus Nat, replaced with Matty. We howled ourselves hoarse to songs we barely knew. Followed by another surprise! Celebration with homemade icecream cake covered with chocolate and strawberries, more balloons and bouquets of roses. We sat around gulping down the frozen treat.
Sunday dinner with Eepeep and Nethneth and the rest of gang ie Derek, Steph, Rayray, Alex. Some delicious Korean BBQ resulting in Connie total lapse into sickville. They got me a Luis Royo artbook and calender >^^< and a mango cake.
The birthday week celebration. I couldn't ask for more.
I love you all.
Mused by Sukunami Taka around 12:38 AM
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