thanks for the memories

"And still my heart pumps on. Even when broken it still works.

People never truly tire of playing games and dressing up, no matter how many years pass.

I don’t want anybody around me… I want to be on my own to grieve. I want to feel sorry for myself without symphathetic words and clinical explanations. I want to be illogical, self pitying, self examining, bitter and lost for just a few more days, please, world, and i want to do it alone.

When something tragic happened, you’ll find out that you, the tragicee, become the person that has to make everything comfortable for everyone else.

But more often than not, the easy decisions are the wrong decisions.

Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you.

It’s nice to be important. But it’s more important to be nice.

You have to take your moments. Don’t just go head first into everything, like a bull seeing red.

Everything grows. Including love. And with that growing everyday how can you expect missing her to ever fade away? Everything builds, including our ability to cope with it. that’s how we keep going."



I've got to get this book.

home sweet home

I'm home! After taking more than 24 hours. It was an arduous journey home, really. Flight delay for 2+ hours due to snow blizzard in Frankfurt ("today the airport is in chaos") which caused us to miss our connecting flight back to Singapore.

Will rant about Lufthansa and my terrible morning that time another time. SIA treated us nicely enough which was good.

The point of this entry is, I missed my 3 lectures today! :X Okay fine, 2 lectures rather. Could've made it for the third one if I had enough willpower. This is what jet lag does to you - it sucks away your energy and cause you to oversleep. This always happens though - it's not new. After every long-haul flight back I will sleep until 1plus pm the next day. Just that this time it came one day late.

I can't believe I overslept! Oversleeping almost never happens to me, believe it or not. Totally slept through my alarm, which never happens as well. I vaguely remember pulling my blanket to cover my naked legs (stared at my legs in awe the first time I wore FBTs after I came back; I had been so covered up!) and kicking my cushion onto the floor --- but I wasn't conscious then I think.

Haven't finished unpacking, but I think I need to start packing for hall soon --- I'm moving in like, tomorrow :/ 'Cos I have a 6pm-9pm seminar *Screams*

Sigh. Haven't stop perspiring since. At least I've chopped off my tresses now (!!!). Anyway, I'll still be updating this blog about the last few weeks of traveling + adventures while coming home + photos, so stay tuned!


Excited for Lynn and Kel, who are now going to live the life (while freezing their butts off hehe).

the air hangs with nostalgia

I feel an incredible sense of nostalgia as I put back the towels that I took out from the storeroom, remove the bedsheets and comforter from the bed that I had slept in for the past 5 months, take down the decorations from the wall etc.

The taxi from my place to the airport tomorrow costs a freaking SGD80.00!! !@$%#@$!%


ok, what's new right. It'll be the last time Sweden is burning holes in my (dad's) pocket.



Sigh.