Justine told me yesterday in church that the J2 prom was tomorrow - in other words, today. It made me huang ran da wu and realize I probably won't see my seniors ever again and next year, that's who we'll be. Wowowow. Justine, Sarah and Jian An, fellow CWC-and-1cian unique individual Wen En, the Hotties members taking strained turns to teach us If. Others. They made up the shadowed-by-As edges of JC, the ones you met less than often, but ultimately smiled once, and were there.
*small voice* Oh.
Christmas is coming soon, and it makes me kind of sad. It's easy to get *caught up* and stuff like that, but it's too commercialized to be meaningful to me anymore. Do I like big family reunion parties? Eww. Do I like buying presents for people? Heck no. Why is Christmas even mentioned in Harry Potter? Ooh, having large unhealthy treats and crackers and gifts is really what Christmas is all about. I want to give this year. No turkey.
I should get an I SURVIVED METRO T-shirt. The PR smiles and teddy bears seem no biggie when you stand there even when blowing a nose furiously on tissue, but when you get on the MRT and sag in a seat with all symptoms of a severe head cold, it's been just under 10 hours on feet or foot. A new friend, Joanne, introduced delicious egg tarts, though, and on Saturday we stopped to laugh at the community performances on dinner break. Little boys wrestling in the shopping aisles and big ones intent on disturbing. I'd have found it more amusing if well. Lousy lousy Chinese. What is "item"? Mum wants one of the bears for her collection. So she's trying to steal the red one I got for Han. But this CIP I felt what I was doing, and it felt good.
I've packed. Tuesday night!