Thursday, September 15, 2005

here we go again.

All I want to do right now is loll around with a drink and hold something else in my hand and mouth, chill out with my best friends like any other day, gaze up at the starless sky and contemplate its depths. Just came back from Iguana with Jing and The Sister. Mango margaritas once more!

It's been 3 months since I've been home from London, and I've gotten used to having all my friends in the same country as me, and everyone is just a short drive away. After falling into this comfortable routine of spending everyday together, I can't remember how it is like to be apart from all my friends and family. Or rather, I do remember the hollow and slightly wistful feeling, but for now, it's a vague echo.

It's so easy to take people, especially those you love, for granted.

There's nothing better than attempting to pack your luggage, whilst surrounded by mountains and mountains of clothes, scores and shoes, to drive home the reality of the imminent departure. I am really leaving.

I guess I should get back to packing, where I have to make momentous decisions, such as the white or blue top, and black heels or brown wedges, where the choices I make will have life-shattering consequences. The baggage allowance is only 20kg! Imagine if I have an orange top and I have no brown shoes to go with, only green ones? The horror!

I suppose I can always buy new shoes then. Or another top. Ehehhehehh.

3am edit! Here's Jess and I at Zouk's last Mambo before renovation. Jing's MIA cuz she was still on the dancefloor:

Me, Jess

While I'm tremendously excited about London, I'm also extremely demoralized from packing, one of the ugliest words in the English Language. It is an ongoing nightmare which I can't wake up from! The Sister had to sit on my luggage before we could snap it shut, and I've only packed in clothes and scores.

I've up till tomorrow afternoon to finish packing everything. This is going to be interesting.

blueprint

I will like to spend my days, as though they are my own, which I mostly end up doing in halves, for duty beckons, and I am answering its clarion call. Soon enough! I am also a veteran procrastinator.

fresh monodies

my body clock is attuned to london already.
there's no escaping my swayness!
revamped. a new beginning.
visa blues and vampires.
Why do words and thoughts fail me in times of grea...
mambo and friendship.
Everybody, for my latest sway adventure, please go...
plateau.
lynne the SO-NOT tranny!!!
Jing, do not resume work!

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arty jen
betty boop
carmentica
charming-linn
chasing snowy cars
cheeky lynn
cheryliciously glam
clean and cute
cyclist-mad bass
darling dominic
feisty jing
fellow ditz-sista/porkSTAR
hail mary!
hell's kitchen
hero on the beach
h-Euge heart
hunky lenny
lipgloss queen
little cheryl
live n learn, baby
lolita lou
loony loon
mr popular
musically dan
m y s t j
phringe
princess tania
roger smurf
runaway pigeon
sabotage king jeremiah
sibling angst1
sibling angst2
spector dan
spunky tian
steffy bunny
sun-sunzzz
teeny wee-nee
weeeee, leonard!
yangtze yang'en

frivolous pursuits

for shallow ppl
for very geeky ppl
for the truly bored
spun prose
binary thoughts
past imprints
some stamps
montage of images
other memories

mulling over

And there were phlegmatic souls.