I'm treasuring every single day of work I have now, even to the extent of forgoing Daytona Beach just to go to work! Someone new leaves each day, and I'm afraid I won't be around on their last day. First it's Kathy, then the missionaries, and it'll be us. Seeing your friends go is such a hard thing to do, especially when you've been used to working with them almost every day. I'll miss all the fooling around, I'll miss the hilarious ways we try to slack, I'll miss all the gossipping. This three months was really a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I had good friends from all over the world - Thailand, Philipphines, America, Spain, Haiti, Venezuela, Colombia, Poland, China, Taiwan, Hong Kong etc. I mean, seriously, I'd never thought in my life that I would be able to talk and connect with them like I would with my fellow Singaporeans.


And in Westgate, we had such freedom, being a little community of our own. We could just go out at any time of the night with no one to account to but ourselves, we had no worries about school, if we didn't feel like working we could always call in sick, we could have spontaneous parties at night and everyone would just come in an instant of a phonecall. You could do whatever you wanted, however wild, and people would maybe talk about it for a while, but then accept it. It's crazy. It's cool.

There's some kind of summer madness in the air.