In 2008
The transition of two thousand and seven to eight was a pretty quiet one.
Spent it with small cheers at Ivan's with the usual group of people with less than 10 small cups of wine and a shot.
Am starting to get sick of hard liquor- it tasted unbelievably vile. Or maybe it's just Baileys.
Not exactly my kind of poison.
I like the sky above his porch- they were star-studded last night.
Really beautiful.
Should really find a time to stargaze soon.
Went over to Buddi's about 3-ish.
I must be really out of my mind; went swimming in my half-drunken state in bra and panties. ONLY.
And a g-string at that too, my goodness!
Ah, the crazy things people do...
Ivan called halfway through but I wasn't thinking straight, plus all the other bottled emotions... our relationship is deteriorating. But that's another story for another time.
Was nauseous the whole night but just couldn't throw it up, even when I stick fingers down the throat. :(
I am not that much of a alcohol person after all I guess.
Slept on Buddi's bed- poor Ant and Buddi had to take the floor!
Woke up in a tee that says When Words Don't Work, had a super long MacD lunch with them before taking an hour and a half bus ride home.
Rode through Geylang too, my very first glimpse of our infamous red light district.
Called Ivan, only to have him tell me he's disappointed in me cus I refused to get out of the pool when he told me to. I know its a safety thing, but- sigh, hate complicated feelings.
That pretty sums up my January 1st.
Got work tomorrow- and Ivan have absolutely no idea I'm coming back still.
We so have a communication breakdown.
Seriously, our relationship is non-functional.
And it's affecting me really bad.