twenty-eight hours to go.
so here i am, at the twenty-eighth hour countdown mark before my departure from lovely sunny singapore: at ernest's place, singing out loud from his "dan coates' easy piano collection - pop, country, movie and tv hits" scorebook, passing the time by blogging about how depressing life is on the day before one leaves the country one has lived in for practically one's entire life.
i finally finished packing [sort of] this morning, and i couldn't help but feel a strange sense of resignation as i stuffed pictures of everything and everyone i held dear into an envelope and zipped up my now-overstuffed suitcase. i really have to go. there'll be no more "well, maybe i could just wait and re-apply to NUS next year..", which, admittedly, was a distinctly unbrilliant idea brought on by temporary insanity. but this is really it. in about twenty-eight hours, i'm going to have to kiss my boyfriend [and my bolster] goodbye, get on a plane filled with people i don't know, and head off to a country and a place i know virtually nothing about.
if you tell me you wouldn't be just a wee bit daunted by the prospect, i'd bet you a million dollars that you're lying.
goodbyes are always the most horrible part about any truly significant changes in a person's life, and i'm hoping to leave all of that to tomorrow. hopefully i don't burst into tears at the airport and become entirely incoherent. it's not a particularly probable event, actually, despite my self-proclaimed emotional instability. i have never been much of a "oh no, i'm not going to see you for three months! [cue loud sobbing noises]" kind of girl. but still.. i haven't been quite myself these few days, and if anyone does happen to catch sight of that unfortunate occurrence, please turn away.
anyway, i shall cease to be maudlin now because ernest has just emerged from the shower dressed in a HAPPY shirt [he has been having this thing for bright colours recently] and i'm going to smile at him and tell him that he smells like a flower, because he honestly does, and we're going to go back to my house where my relatives are going to throw me a huge buffet party with all sorts of chinese food junk.
so yes, if you're coming tomorrow, i'll be there at like.. nine thirty-something?
i'll see you.
ciao.
i finally finished packing [sort of] this morning, and i couldn't help but feel a strange sense of resignation as i stuffed pictures of everything and everyone i held dear into an envelope and zipped up my now-overstuffed suitcase. i really have to go. there'll be no more "well, maybe i could just wait and re-apply to NUS next year..", which, admittedly, was a distinctly unbrilliant idea brought on by temporary insanity. but this is really it. in about twenty-eight hours, i'm going to have to kiss my boyfriend [and my bolster] goodbye, get on a plane filled with people i don't know, and head off to a country and a place i know virtually nothing about.
if you tell me you wouldn't be just a wee bit daunted by the prospect, i'd bet you a million dollars that you're lying.
goodbyes are always the most horrible part about any truly significant changes in a person's life, and i'm hoping to leave all of that to tomorrow. hopefully i don't burst into tears at the airport and become entirely incoherent. it's not a particularly probable event, actually, despite my self-proclaimed emotional instability. i have never been much of a "oh no, i'm not going to see you for three months! [cue loud sobbing noises]" kind of girl. but still.. i haven't been quite myself these few days, and if anyone does happen to catch sight of that unfortunate occurrence, please turn away.
anyway, i shall cease to be maudlin now because ernest has just emerged from the shower dressed in a HAPPY shirt [he has been having this thing for bright colours recently] and i'm going to smile at him and tell him that he smells like a flower, because he honestly does, and we're going to go back to my house where my relatives are going to throw me a huge buffet party with all sorts of chinese food junk.
so yes, if you're coming tomorrow, i'll be there at like.. nine thirty-something?
i'll see you.
ciao.
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