Gosh I wish I could hit the rewind button, and replay 14th July to 17th (and 18th, *winks*) July for a few times, until I'm ready to move on again. It's not fair how fast it passed. Time should adjust its pace according to the level of fun. The more fun it is, the slower time passes.
Now I realised how much I miss living with my friends. The freedom and flexibility. When bedtimes and meal times are basically non-existent. When there are no rules, and everyone just looks after everyone.
Those past 4 days had been divine. And I miss every single thing about it. I miss the laughter, the car rides, the irregular meals, the late night goofing around, dinner on newspaper by the beach in the dark, 2 rounds of supper, squeezing into a room to talk about the randomest things, acting like kids and then going to a pub to get 3 buckets of beer and shots at night, truth-or-dare when everyone was sleepy-high... I miss the people. People who I knew I could have fun and laugh my guts our with, and trust them enough to let myself get tipsy (though ending up being the one to drive us back). The people that, I know, (some) are going to leave very soon, and I might be too stuck here to send them off.
And now, here I am, way to attached to people who I've learnt to love in these 18 months, not ready to move on, into a whole new social circle.
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