Sunday, January 15, 2006

lesson #278: the relationship between donkeys and new beginnings

Haven't updated this blog for a while, and too many darned things have happened in between. On Wednesday I passed parallel parking and so I am well on my way in finishing my driving. I really really canNOT wait to get my license! Everything is so much more convenient with a car, and the feeling of independence is great.

On Thursday we had the bash at MOS. Jing came accompanied by her friends, and I had fun with Syd and Fen. Fen's boyfriend Darren was around and he was very nice. Actually Jess and Kunz were there at first too but we got separated by crowd, tables, and boys. Let me just bitch for a while about some of our exchange students. To put it bluntly, they are FUCKING DRUNKS. I guess I'm stereotyping here, but I had a very bad experience with two of them especially. They were drunk yet were carrying jugs of MORE alcohol and trying to squeeze in between people, ie. moi and some others. The result was as can be expected - they spilled the drinks all over. And let me just add one of them wasn't very skinny and he was sweating all over. Their drunken attitude was really annoying because they acted like they owned the place and didn't give a shit about us non-Caucasians. You want to have fun? Fine. You want to get drunk? Fine. Just don't ruin others' night.

Left early and in the cab I was overcome with the feeling of missing Gary so I messaged him. But let's move on.

On Friday, attended the exchange talk and also one of the most annoying classes ever - Income Tax. Seriously, I didn't know Accountancy people can be so... lame. This class should go down in history as one with the most number of dumb questions being asked. In fact, the Prof was so busy answering out-of-topic questions that we ran out of time without completing the syllabus. And we've got mostly a single person to thank for, someone whom I never wish to run into out of class because I may just turn all uncivilised and smack him. With a baseball bat.

On Saturday, had dance which ended kinda late so I couldn't accompany Syd to eat as I had to rush over to Gary's and she's got to buy her birthday presents. Then, at Gary's, I broke up with him. There are a million and one reasons why I broke up with him, and I don't think he'll want me to say a single one because they're all pretty personal to him and will hurt his pride. So. It shall forever remain a mystery.

Today, a Sunday, I had a QM meeting with Yang, Ms Chloe Lim Wei Wei (her name is damn cute!) and... Gary. Which kinda paints the picture for the coming weeks to come - how awkward it'll be having classes and projects with him. I especially hated the fact that he pretended like nothing has happened. Because everything has happened and everything has changed. I'm thinking of returning Ducky to him, and the poem that came with it, and the box and everything. They all stood for something I don't believe in anymore, because what I've believed in turned out to be a fake, or maybe not as genuine as I'd have liked it.

So anyway, today him and I were supposed to attend Shawnie's dinner party in which Shawnie will attempt to cook. So I feel kinda bad for Shawn because even though I knew him through Gary, I do consider him a nice friend of mine as well. Yet the gathering later will be filled with Gary's friends with whom I'm not so close with, and it will just be weird if I come. When I SMSed him to apologize for not coming and to tell him the reason why I wasn't coming, he gave the impression that he didn't believe this broken-up state will last permanently. And although it's true that Gary and I have broken up prolly a million times before, this time it has the odour of permanency to it. Basically things will not change if he doesn't apologise (which he won't. He's not the type to).

My ex = an ass = donkey. Breaking up with him = starting over = new beginnings. Thus is the relationship between donkeys and new beginnings.