it was like deja vu all over again.
reached Raffles Place at 6.45pm and walked through MBS, to Esplanade to Marina Square. ate MacD's and met the rest at around 9pm. walked back to MBS slowly in the crowded place with our packed MacD's. reached MBS at around 10pm. slot in an empty slot near one of the entrance and waited for the show to start. while waiting, we got into a little trouble with one person. k, inside joke. it was an 8 minutes display of gunpowders and wonderful technicolor. it was normal but really beautiful. after it ended, we exited to the other side and 'lepak' our asses. blasted music, and had a mini 'street party' of our own. really funny and fun. wild and crazy. awesome. 'till about 3.45am, we went to look for a bus called NR1. it took eternity for it to come so we decided to flag down a cab. unfortunately, no cab was available at that point of time. now this is where it began. so we walked all the way to the end of MBS, trying to think that there would be more cabs. no, we were wrong. so walked further down to MBFC. still no cabs. walk to Raffles Bay Hotel, still no cabs in sight. so we walked all the way round back to Esplanade, almost back to our starting point. waited for a cab for forever and none showed up in green. in the end, we took the fucking same bus that we could have waited a few minutes more and could have reached home hours earlier. so we board the bus thinking it would go like zoom and poof but no, it went like a hell lot of fucking slow. i don't really blame myself. i was following the crowd, afraid of what others might say. i should have took my own path. so took this NR something to Sembawang and trained back to Khatib. honestly, this sounds stupid like fuck. reached home at 6.30am exactly. i've been out for 12 hours. lucky me this happens once a year, if not i'll be screwed.
by the way, i'm still pissed. i don't know why. honest. but i just am. i'm sorry. to confess, i bring all my thoughts back and replaced it with one word, fuck-yourself. i'm really pissed off at the way you act. the way you think you are all. i want this new year to be a better one for you. perhaps it would, without me in it. so i should like disconnect myself from you. k, this is me; angsty.
alright. 2010 has passed. 2011 has arrived. soon, i can't write 3S3 as my class anymore, i have to write 4S3. i can't write 2010, but instead, 2011.
anyways, i want to wrap up the whole of 2010, be it good or bad, but i can say it's all in the past and it's all of last year's memories. let's start this chapter right. a whole new chapter, with new everything.
dear 2011, please be nice to me.
k first, i should start off the year with a good sleep and later good shower then good breakfast.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
shit happens, but life has to go on.
reached Raffles Place at 6.45pm and walked through MBS, to Esplanade to Marina Square. ate MacD's and met the rest at around 9pm. walked back to MBS slowly in the crowded place with our packed MacD's. reached MBS at around 10pm. slot in an empty slot near one of the entrance and waited for the show to start. while waiting, we got into a little trouble with one person. k, inside joke. it was an 8 minutes display of gunpowders and wonderful technicolor. it was normal but really beautiful. after it ended, we exited to the other side and 'lepak' our asses. blasted music, and had a mini 'street party' of our own. really funny and fun. wild and crazy. awesome. 'till about 3.45am, we went to look for a bus called NR1. it took eternity for it to come so we decided to flag down a cab. unfortunately, no cab was available at that point of time. now this is where it began. so we walked all the way to the end of MBS, trying to think that there would be more cabs. no, we were wrong. so walked further down to MBFC. still no cabs. walk to Raffles Bay Hotel, still no cabs in sight. so we walked all the way round back to Esplanade, almost back to our starting point. waited for a cab for forever and none showed up in green. in the end, we took the fucking same bus that we could have waited a few minutes more and could have reached home hours earlier. so we board the bus thinking it would go like zoom and poof but no, it went like a hell lot of fucking slow. i don't really blame myself. i was following the crowd, afraid of what others might say. i should have took my own path. so took this NR something to Sembawang and trained back to Khatib. honestly, this sounds stupid like fuck. reached home at 6.30am exactly. i've been out for 12 hours. lucky me this happens once a year, if not i'll be screwed.
by the way, i'm still pissed. i don't know why. honest. but i just am. i'm sorry. to confess, i bring all my thoughts back and replaced it with one word, fuck-yourself. i'm really pissed off at the way you act. the way you think you are all. i want this new year to be a better one for you. perhaps it would, without me in it. so i should like disconnect myself from you. k, this is me; angsty.
alright. 2010 has passed. 2011 has arrived. soon, i can't write 3S3 as my class anymore, i have to write 4S3. i can't write 2010, but instead, 2011.
anyways, i want to wrap up the whole of 2010, be it good or bad, but i can say it's all in the past and it's all of last year's memories. let's start this chapter right. a whole new chapter, with new everything.
dear 2011, please be nice to me.
k first, i should start off the year with a good sleep and later good shower then good breakfast.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
shit happens, but life has to go on.
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