blank.
It's no surprise that I'm sad to be back here, where it's reality and lonely and everything's a sharp bite in the ass. Ironically I feel much more at home in
Kuching, with the people I know and love. And even the ones I just met, in the name of fun and their drunken stupors, we all got along and professed our love for each other on the last night, at Mojo's. HAHA.
I felt so touched throughout the night when
Saz kept introducing me as her "
best friend in Grade 5" and her "
old hag"; I've missed her! Things've changed in 4 years of not meeting but we slipped right back into the comfort zone and even went back to finishing each other's sentences & sharing the same thoughts, and tripping at the bridge going to Holiday Inn, falling flat on the ground cos there was a fucking plank missing & tearing my shoes in the process. She is
LOVE, I'll never forget her for life. <3
And
Rauth kept saying how much he's going to miss me and how much he loves me, that I'm his real sister even though we're not related. He kept tripping over and giving me hugs & kisses and telling me not to go.
I love that boy, I wouldn't ask for another brother, despite the constant weed smoking and stoning with Eramine & Ketamine as if they were mentos and coke. I love him more than ever, I'm glad that we're really tight aye.
And
Ayun, she's been there throughout. I tell her stuff I don't tell anyone else and she doesn't judge me at all. I tell her my fears, I confide in her my thoughts and I cry to her if I need to, she lends a shoulder whenever she can.
When she's about to fall I'm always there to break it. I'm thankful to have her and Nuraini as my sisters. She's my sister
for real, and I love her.
It was sad leaving Kuching, knowing
Rauth & Rining are leaving for the UAE in August, and not knowing when's the next time I'd be there. Rainfest '08 maybe? That depends. I just love the people there to the core, with
these three at the very top.
It's bad, but I like how sometimes when we're all drunk to give a shit, blatant honesty starts pouring out. Sometimes it kills you, most of the time it's heartwarming. Depends, give or take. I realised some things along the way, like how different the crowd is in Kuching compared to Singapore. The differences in extent, that their minds can open to. I can honestly say I felt comfortable with people in Kuching that I've just met, than some that I actually know. That's what sucks, but it's a stabbing realisation.
There was a lump in my throat throughout the flight and I tried to concentrate on the damned book I was reading and when the tears came, I almost made myself believe that it was cos of the book.
Okay, I'm done & over with that.
Thanks to
CHAMZ, Frog Boy, Johnny & Dan for sending me off at the airport even though I hardly know you guys & I was rushing! :D
More pictures posts coming up
soon! Sorry for delays, but school's back to suck me off and I've got two projects due this week; one which I haven't even started on. No more numbing one's self; it's back to the world of superficiality, an empty house & mugging.
Semestral's are in 3 fucking weeks man.
I miss Kuching. It really felt like home. <3
