Cannot wait for this to end and for me to go home.... =( And fly to Zurich to see fatty fat fat neh neh monster and my mummy and my sister and liner.
And I can't wait to chill in a random kopitiam in Bedok with feifei/poingo/yee/joan
And I can't wait to be driven around by nat (hopefully not against traffic sister!)
And I can't wait to just drink $1.50 bubble tea at when I feel like it.
And I can't wait to take the extremely efficient public transport, and I'm really curious about the new annoying song they play at the MRT stations
And I miss the smell of the circle line stations
And I can't wait to buy heaps of toiletries from Venus to stock up for 2011
But I can wait for the lack of internet when I go back to singapore
And I can't wait to go to the national library again and just soak up a sofa and nuah, reading
And I can't wait to sleep on a mattress that isn't as thin as half a loaf of bread, and has the depression from my backside.
And I know that once I get back, I probably can't wait to get my arse back in brissie and back to work again after a week of doing the above following. Talk about the persistent lack of contentment.