initial reaction to initials

Attention to high school friends, especially Ooi Ee Jane.

I'M BACK.

And free to hang out, at least until next Monday. Was actually back on Friday but was not free to hang out. So I didn't tell. Don't want to make you pine for me too long, you see. Too bad can't meet up with Khai Li and whoever else who went to IPTAs yesterday. Oh well. Always another time.

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Bloody documents. They're all so ittybittynittygritty and yet so important. Do. Everything. Online. Jeez.

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While filling one of them ittybitty papers, I realized that my initials in the US are SYT. Which stands for Sweet Young Thing. And can also stand for, horrors, Sexy Young Thing. Die lah. Expectations, my friends, are never good. Imagine you're walking along some road and you stepped on this cool-looking blue digital watch and you turn it around and it says SYT in lovely curly engraving. You turn around looking for someone who looks like their name can be SYT so that you can give the watch back. and maybe get her phone number. Someone taps your back. You turn around. And see me. And I say: Yo. Thanks. That's my watch. SYT. Yeah. Me.

My already-limited social life is now cursed with people lifting their eyebrows discreetly while thinking "SYT?"

Blah. I'll just lift an eyebrow back and say: So You Think. Haha.

Or I can just cave in and BECOME an SYT.

Sarcastic Young Thing

Shouldn't take much effort.