London's been amazing, lovely, exciting, comfortably boring and relaxedly busy.

The weather's not too warm and not too cold.

It's this massive, cosmopolitan city but with a really slow lifestyle.

Workers in their crisp office suits sit on the grass and along the Thames during lunch, to eat or read.

They have vending machines for books. And they advertise books like they do movies. Whaaaat the fuck..

The parks. The parks are super huge and super green and lush, with patches of well-kept flowers and shrubbery, then there are sprawling fields of weeds and wildflowers and trees where people sit under and just lie there, reading or drawing or just lazing around.

And there're more indians and other races than whites, most of the time. It's very weird. But in a good way.

And Oxford Street is crazy crowded. Massive Chain stores everywhere. And River Island looks a good billion times better here than in Singapore.

Can't wait to see the weekend markets.

And the underground is all ancient and refurbished. The tunnels have wooden boarding and old rectangular tiling. Reminds me of Paddington Bear, Narnia and all those other English Children's stories I read when I was young.

But what I'm looking most forward to now is

seeing Platform 9 3/4. Haha.

I don't want these 10 days to end...

And I definitely want to live here. Someday.

My Uncle and Aunt who live here are incredibly nice people. They're retired but do lots of stuff for their church.

And the home's... perfect. It doesn't have the nicest exterior around but it's the perfect countryside-suburban house.

I'm rambling. And I'll stop.

I LOVE LONDON.

Just really old photos from Switzerland.
GOOD LUCK ELIZ FOR HKAPA!
One week of hell.
I have to bring my creative journal to London too.. holy fuck.

Taken with Sam's point-and-shoot.

A ladder damn well nearly fell right onto AA.
Considering the size of the ladder compared to her, luckily it only hit her foot.
But the 3 wounds are all blue-blackish and swollen-red.
Everyone stopped to see what the fuck happened. An old ah-ma even took off her glasses to take a closer look.
Bloody hell.

But it was a great end to the week, other than that.
Sunday at the airport!
Work tomorrow.

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I used to hate Norah Jones.

Her songs used to bore me half to death.

But I think they sound great now.

Don't know why.

It was a great weekend.
Would've been perfect with JAYS.

To buy for London:

- Moleskine city guide

- A more convenient-shaped camera bag

- Polaroid film (& borrow Cheryl's polaroid cam)

- Polarizing filter

STUDY HARD.
31 MORE DAYS.

So AA and Yao's birthdays are over. Had a whole lot of fun.
It was surprises built on lies. Haha.
Told them we had no presents and cake.
When we did in fact get them 4 presents each and a damn good cake.
It was great just hanging in HR's room, doing nothing particularly exciting but feeling as good as it feels going overseas.




At least I have these 6 to look at for WebD...



The mountain of work's already here. Shit.

To A friend now Loathed,

Once a whore, you're nothing more
I'm sorry, that'll never change.

-Paramore, Misery Business.

Should I do my Journey website on MUJI or Andrew Mcmahon...

Researching Andrew for radio interview tomorrow.

And everything I'm reading is making me fall even more in love with Everything In Transit.

I'll probably update this weekend, since I'm gonna be editing photos for my creative journal for school. So I'll post those, I guess.

Yeap.

The week's almost over again.

That fast-forward button gets hit the second radio lesson is over.

I HATE RADIO.

Not 'cus of the teacher, not 'cus of the classmates.

I just hate it.

To me, it's like a ditch in the road that is this diploma course.

Why, why radio.

Offer another primay basic.

Like photography...

First day of school was summed up with a thunderstorm.

Apt.

What happened to 2 months...

So bored.

My desk's a mess now.



Bo r ed.

Spent all morning and noon yesterday vomitting.

I swear my stomach's weaker than a little girl... It was just one midnight snack, fuck's sakes...

Anyhow, I promise to buck up in my studies this coming sem...

Because I've kind of decided on where I'm heading after this diploma.

It's not cheap and there's a long way to go with my photography. I feel inferior just flicking through 2-3 pages of the student works...

School Of Visual Arts, NYC.

Thinking about the future's depressing.

Cold mornings like this one bring me back to 2001. I dunno. Guess I remember being at my most carefree then.

The Leap Years was good.

But to the left was the most annoying fuck I've ever sat through a movie with.

Yao kept saying I looked troubled and "nua". But I was just bored.

I slept all day and I feel lethargic and shitty.

My holidays will be crammed with.

- Getting to know my DSLR better, taking more pictures with it.

- Read more.

- Write again.

- Going out with friends,

- Music

- Movies I always wanted to watch

- A parttime job if I manage to find something.

Skins makes for great, twisted TV.

Well, British TV.

Tired.

4 years can do so much to you.

Physically, emotionally.

Scary.

We looked shit funny. Haha