So im currently in changii prison, commonly known as singapore airport. And it really does feel like a prison. I changed into a summer dress the moment we landed- no more jackets and hiking boots for me!
that was my one moment of happiness, the rest has been shit. I only cried the other night at the pub and it was whiskey and beer-fuelled tears (and later vomit as i was being bought drinks by everyone i knew and didnt) as I watched the magic around me.
Bryce and I brought together all our friends and we formed this beautiful group that filled the pub and everyone was getting along so well. And i just sat smiling, and crying.
I don't want to say that im not looking forward to coming home, because my friends are of course fantastic. I just wish I would be able to see them sooner! I do love my family but how am I going to keep cheery when they are at work and school every day.
so you heard me! its time for Manly, kids!
uggh i hate loud aussies, i didn't have enough money for the heathrow express so took the tube for an hour and abit instead. Two dumb aussies sat next to me and talked loudly about getting drunk in the Walkabout pub and how Topshop is sooo much better than supre.
Kill me, I did not want to associate myself with them but was forced to when i realised i didnt know which terminal my flight left from haha! the snob is an idiot too!
boarding time! managed to tell them i was a vego in ADVANCE this time and thus have been able to eat. always better that way!
19 hours of travelling pain down, 8 to go! i can do it!!
Wednesday, 27 January 2010
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