I just came back from the most dreaded place on Earth for Singaporean boys: Pulau Tekong. My baby is now inside there. ): I'm still not feeling what I should feel, that is, sad/emo/whatever it is. Guess I will only totally feel it when I can only talk to him for a while tonight and for the next 12 nights. ):
As a temporary solution for these 2 weeks, I hijacked his hugeass jacket and his cologne so that I won't feel as though he's really that far from me.
On the first day of confinement, my baby said to me
[edit] only can talk to me a while. ): [/edit]
To be continued tonight. And for the next 12 nights. Will blogggggggggg everyday (I TRY) for Kiatzzzzz's sake. =\
