::Back To Work::
::Saturday's party was smashing. It was at the boss' house, really huge place with a huge backyard and a huge pool. Perfect. Farah's mum made the stingray, I made the kebabs, and there were chicken wings, noodles, chips, potatoes, crabsticks, sausages, fruits...damn, and many more. It was more like a pool party, except this one everyone's fully dressed. Christian and Keagan were throwing everyone into the pool, and as the alchohol sink in into them, they shouted as they observed, "Hey, I see DRY people!" We had mass swimming, and there were even wrestling matches in the pool.

But what I felt the most was when we watched 'The Making Of Love Poetry". I felt a pinch watching the whole video. We all lived those moments, and at that very point of time we were just watching the memories, -our memories together. It's unbelievable what 20 days together in a hectic environment can do to people.

Well, its back to work now. It's painfully silent in here.::