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Wednesday, December 19, 2007
I'm lifting you up while letting you down,

God. I'm off tomorrow in a whoosh. Okay, not. But hey, whatever.

I miss how things used to be with Manda. When things were so much more simple. Not like now; dissing me for Charing, then apologizing (or not) for it afterwards. And I miss the yearly holidays we'd take together. We'd crap the entire plane ride and everything and get all retarded. I still remember the time when we took the 8hr flight to Aussieland (God help me) and then I tore both our paperbags so she couldn't puke in any of them cos her dad used both his and her mom's and somehow my parents weren't thought of but anyway, yeah. I miss the retarded times ):

I'm also going to miss this holiday a lot. At first I thought it was going to be all damn boring because like, well. It was a freaking and half months. Or maybe a tad more. And what the hell was I supposed to do everyday? But now I think I'm truly going to need it. ): Promised Jo that I'll email her from HK which was what we did when she went to NYC and I (too) went back to HK. Almost a sense of deja vu, but just that you know, this time she isn't in NYC. But damn, the bloody hotel we're staying in doesn't have free internet access so Mom says only an hour. Per day. ):

Ughugh. Zambitsu!
!1:30 AM