Thursday, August 10, 2006

So. 18 days til I fly off. It still hasn't really hit yet but I guess I'm just holding it off and fighting a losing battle what with the I'll-miss-you's starting to slip into conversations and the inexplicable urge to meet up with everyone and I'm desperately trying not to emo too soon. Ok on a completely random note, isn't "emo" such a funny word? And "If we keep talking like this, we won't have anything to say to each other tomorrow." That's funny too. Ok stop the cryptic emo nonsense.

JB was shiok! I think I might've been a bit of a wet blanket, too worried about the money and I apologise for that but I think we had a good time, wet blanket notwithstanding and soapy crab notwithstanding?

And I was in the most horrendous jam on Tuesday night cos of the stupid firework-chaser crowds (ok, I admit that I have been on that side before but hey Darth Vader got to switch sides too) and I'm soooo sorry Shen Paul Andre Chinyong for dragging you into it too. Should've just parked at PS and taken a train over. Stupid me.

Meeting up with people as much as possible over the remaining days. Chingchongs Tg then Freaks tomorrow making me feel unnaturally wanted.

-- tee @ 12:33 am |