oh, and there's nothing like swedish autumn nights to make you realise within 10 seconds of stepping out of your dorm that i) the extra layer under your too-strategically-ripped shirt was a very good idea and ii) the slit in your "skirt" is cut way too high for sense or decency or any vestige of warmth.
but i had a lot of fun :) seeing the way my quiet uppsala was transformed into screaming madness for one night was actually kind of interesting.
and oh, for about 3 minutes i was incredibly distressed because i thought i'd dropped my poonie keychain somewhere in the broken-glass-and-darkness, but then i found it after emptying my purse in the middle of the street so i was happy again.
rambling. good night my dear Sweden, good morning my beloved and very-much-missed Singapore.
and, of course, happy 21st krystal tang! :):)
good trip to thesmallkid!
jiayou to xf and foodpoon!