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Now that you've started dancing, don't stop the music.
Sunday, July 24, 2011 @ 5:09 PM

OMG. THIS IS HOW I USED TO WRITE WHEN I WAS IN 13 YEARS OLD. When i was in nepal, reminiscing about the day I left Singapore to Nepal for the holidays. -.-'

At the airport. Beautiful decorations and high tech machines greeted my eyes when i stepped inside Changi Airport. Oh geez, it's obvious I'm missing Singapore a little too much. I'm acting like I have never seen the airport before. Well, I saw my friends and rushed over to them. Before anyone knew it, we were busy taking pictures since poor Manika was going pension. Aww, man! Then, Manika and I were sliding or dunno what when my leg hit the siuitcase and Pops chided me for being reckless.
Manika: Speak of the devil. Here comes GWC.
Krisma: Haha, were we speaking of them?
Others: T.T'
ChiapChiap gang waved me goodbye and I proceeded to the boarding gate where I met the GWC again.
Prabesh: So long, Krisma! I'll see you after one month!
I told him earlier to keep mum but he didn't listen. Luckily my parents didn't scold me for socialising with boys. Is it a crime? Anyways, GWC people are not chikopehs, man.
Me: Alrights, I will be back with your cap, after one month. See you after 1 month!
Prabesh: Don't care about the cap now la, just enjoy, see you after 1 month! Kritagya, give me a flying kiss!
(T.T')
MaMaMia: Krisma will be back, don't treat her like she is going forever!
Top: (Waves goodbye.)
Krisma: (Waves back goodbye as I think, Mr Muscle. YEAHEY!) Waved at Jebu Dai but he didn't see.
Munna: Bye, stone-face!
Krisma: Uff. Byebye.
Manjil: Don't cry, ah!
Krisma: WTH.
Other waves and noises from GWC.
Stepped inside the aeroplane and some air-stewardesses greeted me with a warm smile. Wanted to say sawadikap but this is Silk Airways and no Thai Airways so I kept mum. Slept, ate. Food was average. No chance. Incompetible with MamMaMia's cooking. Mita agreed with the average part. Finally, the captain signalled that it was time to alight from the plane. I stood up in a flash and as I glanced around, I saw that no one else had stood up. I felt my cheeks flush red. I pretended to dress my clothes in a neater way as they had all slumped to the right side. As I alighted from the plane, the culprit for my merciless headaches, a gust of cold wind greeted me. I looked around and saw a BIG difference. From the planes to the palces to nature. Both were so comparable. Helped an old person to carry his luggage. Saw some people who were trying to get on the escalator. They were like, strange. It's strange when we see other people who are different from us, but it is not strange when we are the stranger ones. Strange, isn't it? My brother's naughtiness had a limit and it was shown: There was a familiar screaming in the distance and before I knew it, people were frantic and started to run towards the voice from all different directions. Staffs, people, etc. My broter's hand got stuck in the roller of the suitcase scanner. Luckily, he escaped back with a hand. Manika and I exchanged numbers, joked with Binayak, etc. So different. I got to get used to it, man. The atmosphere, the type of places. Man. Made friends, already, with the neighbours, etc. Yesterday, arrived. Now it is 1 dec. Singapore time is 12.20 in Singapore while Nepal is 10.05am. Using dai's laptop. Later he realise, what to say, I use it cos his laptop never seems to run ou of battery while mine is like dead right now. Geez, it's not even mine. Yesterday, electricity cut. Talked to few of my friends. Woke up today like, later tehn anyone. My nature, what to do. Talked to AstroBoy. Wanna go rooftop catch some fresh, cold air. There is air coming out of my mouth, visibly.
Abruptly ended. Sorreh, checkyes-romeo.blogspot.com.
Will come back fast.

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