3 days left. nervous, scared, excited, fucking excited, dread, regret, nervous. yeah, kinda flows in that order.
ever since exams ended all i’ve been doing is shopping for winter stuff and clothes and things i need for my exchange, meeting friends for the last time and having gatherings with relatives, eating, eating and eating. i cannot get enough of din tai fung and good authentic ramen. and my relatives keep buying me local food to eat cause everyone says i should eat my fill cause i wont be able to eat it for 6 months. and though i’ll be missing CNY, which means missing out on receiving money, everyone has kinda given me like, 10 times more of what i would normally receive anyway. and to prove money isnt the only thing on my mind, and that i actually worried about missing the festive celebrations, there are chinese new year festivals and lunar new year festivals (dont ask me what’s the diff) in certain parts of texas. which means YAY.
i havent even started packing. i kinda have to unpack the stuff from hall first. and i also havent finished buying my stuff. speaking of which, i threw a fit at my mum and sis today while shopping because they refused to let me buy the coat from zara or any wool/leather/long coat. and then i threw another fit because while i was stressing that i havent bought everything, my mum insisted on going home when it was only 7. so i fumed. and then only to discover my friends planned a surprise at home and that they already bought my coat. and im either getting more stupid or people around me are getting smarter. what happened to the days when i never get surprised because im always smart enough to catch on. 3rd surprised surprise. and all by different people! first by aaron in robinsons, but that was cause i never expected it. second by my favourite bitches this year with the hotel, and today’s from the people from hall. so unexpected that they came in while i was lounging like some unglam nua shit without make up on. wah and we took photos somemore. AND NOT FROM MY CAMERA. gone are my chances of filtering.
yes i’ll be having my 21st there but i’ve taken on a better perspective. because it means, no need for planning a super glam, fucking awesome 21st party! (because my 21st party needs to be nothing less than fucking glam, and fucking awesome. and that is hard) hahaha AND HOW MANY OF YOU GET TO CELEBRATE YOUR ONE AND ONLY 21ST IN US ITSELF HUH LOSERS. HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHA. dont we all hate those normal chalet parties where we invite everyone we know and dont end up having fun anyway. so ta da, problem solved. because my other alternative was to book an entire club (not feasible because of grandparents and underaged cousins) or book a yatch (expensive, expensive, expensive). so problem solved. wah i am damn smart! and the US dollar choses this period to drop its like my destiny like america is calling me whoopie. only setback now is skipping my bestfriends’ 21st which sucks a hell lot. (but i’ll be coming back with goodies. ahem, kate spade, ahem)
meanwhile not thinking about packing because its such a headache but i have no time left. gonna miss everyone feeling so nostalgic but yet so excited cause i checked out Fort worth, Houston and Dallas and found lots of shopping to do omg so excited and after that we’re gonna go tour the US WE WILL BE GOING TO DISNEYWORLD FLORIDA LIKE WOOHOO HEAVEN HERE I COME and then maybe going up to canada Toronto or something i dont know but omg omg omg omg omg. i can be a disney princess! ahhhhhhhh! hey every bitch has her innocent disney times. i mean we were once 5.
and yes im feeling guilty cause im spending a lot of my dad’s money and i’ll totally miss home my family and grandparents omg i really hope nothing happens to them when im there im usually the one around noticing if anything is wrong touchwood and all but im damn worried and im worried i’ll leave things behind and that it’ll be freezing cold. coldest is like -5 and i sibei scared cold one and scared i go there grow fat and all. and omg when i converted, im only a five foot two. which is practically a kid’s height. omg im so short.
departure on morning flight. also freaking worried bout that. like need to be at airport at 6 like ohmygod la my sleeping time oh yes, i can totally adjust my body clock completely no jet lag wow am i awesome or what how many people would wish to be me and im dragging a 29 inch luggage bag. kisiao half my size already praying i can cope. and i dont know what im supposed to wear. if i wear singapore clothes, i’ll go there and freeze. if i wear US clothes, i’ll die of heatstroke before i even get up the plane.
