Thursday, December 14, 2006

Starts off at The Huntsmen as a dinner with Yang, Zee, Luc and Isa to send Zee off with a bang

Me: Hmmm... a chance to photo-whore
Luc: Hmmm... my sideburns are itchy
Mr House Burger: Hmmm... EAT ME BEYOTCH!
Ms Innocent Juice: Hmmm... ain't I pretty I know you dig me
(OK you must excuse me for the lameness 'cos it's 2.21 AM in the morning and I have been awake since 8 AM and yesterday only had 2 hours of sleep)

We moved on to Slug & Lettuce, it was the Thornbankers' last night partying all together.

My hair's grown extremely long! Zee's super dooper cute in her suspenders.

Josh really likes his tongue!

Zee's last night... Anders' too.

And Alex's.

Hmmm. Looking at these pictures are making me emo again. Bloody hell.

Bottom left: with Leila, Hind and Henrik. Leila's getting married next summer! How exciting!

I didn't realise Jerome was so tall!

Yang drank. Yang happy.

I'm already missing our suppers together, babe.

Bottom left: The Mojito's Kosta bought for us.
Right: Girls rule!

Everybody got drunkerer and drunkerer...
Bottom right: Anders trying to spin me around

Did I mention drunkerer?

Will miss these crazy boys

Bottom right: Kosta's never looked more handsome!

As the night went on Anders took control of the camera and these are the results!

No, that's not a middle finger. I just have an abnormally long pinkie!

Walking home... Bath's beautiful at night.

Well the gist of the story is when we got to the gate and everybody was saying the last good-byes I had some sort of a mini breakdown and cried. I cried for the days that we had had. I cried for the days that could've been. I cried for the times that we may forget in the future. I cried for this experience that will soon end. I cried for the lonely quiet nights that lay ahead.

And as much as I'd have liked to contain the tears and save it for when I'm safely in my room as compared to in public scrutiny (someone kindly commented that my make-up was running all over the place) I just couldn't. I think it got worse when Jerome surprisingly comforted me (I really don't understand him sometimes). And then it got EVEN worse when Manuel showed the nice side of him 'cos he usually acts like a jerk, always teasing girls.

It's silly because I've tried acting like the strong, independent woman and with one single sweep the vulnerable side's exposed.

Bah.

Speaking of vulnerable side my word count for Treasury Management essay is *still* 0 out of 2,500 words. And the deadline's in 48 hours.

La la la...

Shall go and sleep (relatively) early tonight. Bonne nuit, world!