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LINGON
BERRY
AVAL
ANCHE
This is a world of dreams and reverie, where I felt the stars explode around me. A grass blade flashed with a gleam as it slashed open a moonbeam, and I stared back breathlessly. As mountains of fruit tumbled out, I barely had the chance to shout; a lingonberry avalanche crashed over me.
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title: Unprepared
Friday, 6 June 2008 AT 4:39 am


So. I am in TaiKooShing, HongKong now.
I suppose this marks the end of my old way of life, and the start of a new one.
I'm not entirely sure I want to make the big transition now, but it can't be helped.


Yesterday was heartbreakingly awesome. Or awesomely heartbreaking. It goes either way.
So Jel, Bren, Siti R, Shan, Rezal, Ray, Redz, Zul, Jerry, Syaz, Ama, Dan, Rin, Jahafar, Lydia, Amanda, Baini, Derek, Dan's girlfriend Nadra, and Lydia's friends came to the airport.
It's just too bad Jacky and Siva couldn't make it; I reallyreally wanted to see them.
Jel and Siti were there first so we just stood around my check in row talking, waiting for all the others. Eventually they arrived (with the exception of one), I checked in, and then came Operation Punk Faisal.
The 08A3 gang all stayed behind while I and the others went up to Popeye's. The idea was that they would wait for Faifai and then tell him he'd just missed me and that I'd gone in.
My goodness, the prank worked perfectly, Fai was so devastated at first. Then they popped the surprise, and his face was such a picture and then he hugged me so tightly I couldn't breathe. LOL
I'm sorry Fai, on retrospect, it was mean of us to do that. Hope you're not mad at me! *Hugs*

So anyway, I received a lot of things, but kept the letters only; the rest I'd passed to my parents to pack for England. I read them while waiting and while in the plane, and they were all so sweet and touching. I totally teared during the flight. The whole thing was just very sad, but I'm proud that I managed to keep on a strong front for my chums. I certainly don't want their last impression of me to be a red-faced, unglam, teared-streaked mess.

And now I am just depressed. The entire reality of the situation, of the fact that I am really leaving my old life behind me, has not fully sunk in yet. I do not want to know what will happen when it finally does, because it will definitely not be pretty, and I really don't know how I'm going to handle it. I'm seriously feeling stressed and scared. Plus, I miss them so badly!
Ohmygod.
I need my girls and my darls and my friends by me now. It is just great that I'm seperated from all my buddies when I really need them the most.

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