Shooting Central at Night // Layer 02
2006-01-23 / 8:26 p.m.





We made our way to South Bank. There was only one living statue left at 7:30PM, but there was a keyboard lady at the further end, playing nice soft piano music. We walked down the Golden Jubilee Bridge; wow, the lighting was so beautifully bright there. I was more calm by then, so I walked it instead of doing the usual running. But maybe it is because I am scared of falling down the river.
"Shall we go on the Millennium Wheel?"
Honestly, shooting London night-life from a high angle would make me the happiest girl ever. But we didn't have enough money =(, £13 lordy. Although, yes wheel or no wheel, I was the happiest girl last night anyway =).


7:45PM ish? We got on the new 159 bus, taking us directly home. It wasn't an empty bus, but it wasn't packed at all, very quiet. Well, apart from me and Sam. Thinking about it, we were laughing so loudly people must've thought we've gone nuts, or just simply drunk teenagers. No =D, it was just a blissful feeling that was wiping over us. The remaining of the French bread has gone on the hard teeth-breaking side. It was dinner time so we had to ease our stomaches a bit on it; just that we had to grind into it, instead of nibbling it gently like earlier.
Most of our conversation on the bus was pure crap, I don't even remember any of them, apart from two especially random and stupid ones. But we laughed so loud at everything, in a throwing-our-heads-back manner.

Sam: Well, that was a poor estimation.
Me: The word is estimate, not 'estimation'.
Sam: *mixture of embarrassment and disbelief* No ... I swear 'estimation' exists.
Me: *is laughing already* No it isn't. It can be a 'bad estimate', not a 'bad estimation'.
Sam: I'll go home and look it up on the dictionary.

Sam: Oh and did you know, 'butcherer' exists.
Me: *sprays water* What?!
Sam: There's 'butcher' and then there's 'butcherer'.
Me: Wait there's the verb kind where you butcher something, and the butcher as in the person ... but what's a butcherer? A person that butchers the butcher?
Sam: No, a butcherer is a more extreme version of a butcher.
Me: ...
*laughter from both*
Me: Sam shut up.

Home at about 8PM with a lovely family and a warm bowl of dinner =). Brilliant.



♥ Joey



Previous entries:

My brother's 18th! - 2006-06-12

No more exams! - 2006-06-10

Two more exams left! - 2006-06-07

Game Maniac - 2006-06-04

Antipication of no exams. - 2006-06-02



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