HAPPY EIGHTEENTH YTING!









































Despite the many many many times that i've been to lagoon i still ended up missing the god damn stop again, giving bff a second reason to nag at me when i finally reached eastcoast. Sometimes i feel sorry for my own bad sense of direction as well, man.

So, the bbq was at pitt 52 & there was the presence of that huge pink chocolaty cake, everything much like the previous times. We ate, talk, drank, smuggled the guys into girls toilet (because the idea of being alone in the whole toilet freaks me out), watch pple vomit & slack in the hut before cabbing home tgt. Routine, but enjoyed as always (: