2004 is here.
2003 was a hellish year for me, preparing for the A's; the stress of having to get decent results; mum's consistent nagging at me; friends, significant other, family, self and all. Traumatising. Anyway. Last night's countdown at Sentosa seemed rather, budget-planned. Couple of jokers kept bouncing behind Jamie Yeo and company, local bands suck, Jacelyn Tay can't shake. Well. Not to mention that the "some kinda foam party" only occured at one area (then what's the bloody use of it?) and the rest of the audience are just...dead. Really zombified in the sense they just stand there and gawk. (at what I don't know). Hah.
The "mum" factor is beginning to get on my nerves, and to make it worse, the "only-child" factor comes in as well. My mum is keeping a tighter rein on me now that my exams are over (and she knows that I don't have studies to make me stay home), grounding me on New Year's Eve (thank you very much) and New Year's and god-knows-when-else. There's only one word to describe it all - fucked.
Anyway, that was 2003. With luck, I'll be able to get a job and have every perfect excuse not to be caged up at home. *beams* Oh and I just remembered about SATs. Damn. And of course, I shall keep to my resolutions this time. They are, in a sense, more attainable. *grin*
2003 was a hellish year for me, preparing for the A's; the stress of having to get decent results; mum's consistent nagging at me; friends, significant other, family, self and all. Traumatising. Anyway. Last night's countdown at Sentosa seemed rather, budget-planned. Couple of jokers kept bouncing behind Jamie Yeo and company, local bands suck, Jacelyn Tay can't shake. Well. Not to mention that the "some kinda foam party" only occured at one area (then what's the bloody use of it?) and the rest of the audience are just...dead. Really zombified in the sense they just stand there and gawk. (at what I don't know). Hah.
The "mum" factor is beginning to get on my nerves, and to make it worse, the "only-child" factor comes in as well. My mum is keeping a tighter rein on me now that my exams are over (and she knows that I don't have studies to make me stay home), grounding me on New Year's Eve (thank you very much) and New Year's and god-knows-when-else. There's only one word to describe it all - fucked.
Anyway, that was 2003. With luck, I'll be able to get a job and have every perfect excuse not to be caged up at home. *beams* Oh and I just remembered about SATs. Damn. And of course, I shall keep to my resolutions this time. They are, in a sense, more attainable. *grin*