work was surprisingly super tiring.
perhaps it's because of the whole-day tiring event that occurred yesterday, but still. i din expect myself to be that tired. and with all these mixed different emotions i'm feeling, how can i focus and "get my head in the game"?
the day was relatively nice though.
had macs breakfast with hafiz at tamp mall.
and i was 40minutes late. x)
hehehee. if you're ever reading this, sorry! hahaha.
bumped into munirah on the shuttle bus to ikea, and hafiz sped off first once we reached ikea, because he was "late". (i was 30 minutes late, and he was on time, to be precise. haha!)
started work, and some customers were being really mean bitches, but others were awkwardly nice. so halfway through it got super crowded and i started being moody and i was really tired by everything. then it took one comment by a customer to get me all chirpy again. haha.
lunch was spent with munirah! (:
it's her last day today, and the girl bought donuts for everyone. heheh.
i'm going to miss her, the same way i'm going to miss loads of those who are leaving.
sigh.
thank God mel picked me up from work. i wouldn't be able to last an hour journey back.
as the start of 2010 draws nearer, i feel like i've done a lot this year. both good and bad. i've grown up faster than i ever have in my 16 years of living. in this 17th year of life, i've grown up super fast. the hard break up, the continuation of an unnecessary addiction, the lost battle to resist temptation...
i am indeed a new lady.
right now, right here.
you know that uncertainty that boils within you? it's burning at a maximum high, making everything turn to vapour, nothing that exists for real. it's making me sick to my stomach. like, i'm tired of what it's doing to me. tired of everything you say.
as 2009 comes to an end, everybody else are finding themselves back. getting in touch with sides of theirs that they've lost earlier, or somewhere along this year. but me? i realise that everything that has happened this year has made me wander deeper into unfamiliarity.
if i were to type out the names of all of you who have either been hurt by me, or have hurt me this year, i'd honestly be disappointed with myself.
sigh.
i can't think of this anymore.
my friends are saying that my eyebags and dark circles beat yours.
perhaps i should really go goth next year.
night.
