Every year, my year ends get quieter and quieter. So quiet I really begin to worry that I’m getting FUCKING old, and anti-social.
Loathe crowds, hate commercialised shit, dislike alcohol. So. not. 25.
Loti was also down with sudden scar infection (from the accident), but that did not stop him from trying to create a memorable christmas for us.
A homemade candlelight spread prepared by Loti (and his mum) hah. Love it! <3
Dragged myself to attend a party thereafter, but returned home soon after to sleep. Then met friends on and off days later for cafes and chit chats. OKAY OKAY I KNOW I NEED TO STOP SOUNDING LIKE A BORING OLD WOMAN! >:(
Something to lift my spirits up is Bangkok in two weeks’ time!
