where do we go from here

Can't quite bear to leave this, but...

NOW-THAT-IM-OLDER.TUMBLR.COM

let them eat cake

Reminder to self —

Never ever have only one kid. Some only children grow up to be normal, even awesome, individuals despite them being showered with unrelenting love and concern in their childhood. But chances are, your little emperor might never grow up to be anything more than an annoying, ungrateful little twat.

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I think we all need some cake. I do. I want December to come so bad.

exploring the common search psyche of my fellow human beings

"Why is there a dead Pakistani on my couch?"

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY SNAILS IN SCHOOL.

物の哀れ

(via sarah hermans.)

Wikipedia defines mono no aware as "the awareness of the transience of things and a bittersweet sadness at their passing". Which I reckon, is what one feels when one sees on facebook pictures taken by the new exchange student who now lives on the floor she used to live in, possibly in my old room, viewing the sunset i used to watch, dancing with the blonde danish kids who used to be her noisy neighbours, in the messy kitchen which converts into a dance floor complete with disco ball during parties.

いい天気ですね。

we lived an adventure, love in the summer.

Google Street View brings out the essence of that age-old adage, "so near yet so far". Through this wondrous invention, I'm along the Thames on Westminster bridge, looking at the London Eye. I have done this in reverse before — in Year 2 I used to squint at the Eiffel Tower webcam I had on iGoogle, watching the lights come on, all gold and sparkly. That was before I saw it over winter last year. But now, everything feels fucking far away. Come, December, Come!

I want to remember the places that we left, lost to the mists of time.

Got home after a late night in school. The sky was especially bright, not its usual midnight blue. Thought of the time in Spring when we stepped out from a party at 4am and the sky was already beginning to turn bright. It felt odd though, us clumsily cycling home semi-drunk in the first hours of a new day; it felt like we didn't belong to that perfect picture of dewy early morning calmness. Still, kinda surreal.

I Think You Should Come With Me.

Came across this and thought of you. It would have made a nice photo, you sitting in that small dimly-lit room, with your back to me. That tattoo on your right shoulder blade, the one that was kinda a secret. The one you got in remembrance of your first love. It was sweet, ¿no?

Study Room Madness

(from This Is Indexed.)

Sums up 7 semesters of Law School. A flurry of madness.

Youth is Wasted on the Young.

I've always found it hard to write. It's not just about my inability to sit still and consolidate all my random thoughts. It's about actually sitting out Life itself. Yet I find myself wanting to document almost everything remotely interesting that happens to me. It's as if I have a deep fear of forgetting. I guess this is what happens in the last years of our youth, when we're desperately trying to grasp on to still-vivid memories, and trying to create more extraordinary experiences before we run out of time and energy, all at the same time. There are so so so so many things I want to write about and I don't know where to start.

this is for you.

(via buttersafe.com)

Beek: The only reason why this ever happened is cos the person wanted me to throw the box away.

a violent nostalgia

(via susannah b.)

Bored in Banking Law class --> Editing photos of us in Monaco
--> ATTACK OF SEVERE WANDERLUST.

The Old Man and the Sea.

(via nytimes.com)

This is Clingstone, a 103-year-old mansion set on a rock, owned by a Mr Wood. Would be a great hideaway, a great place to run to. NOW.

Just another Manic Monday.

It's just another Manic Monday / I wish it was Sunday
'Cause that's my Fun day / My I-don't-have-to-Run day
It's just another Manic Monday

So it's not really Manic Monday, even though according to my timetable, it should be. Because I spent all my time in the 3 lectures today fiddling with Google Reader, trying to organise everything. Ironically, I started with good intentions — to limit my aimless surfing by trying to get updates 'pushed' to me, instead of me checking 37041231 websites every 15 mins out of boredom. I guess it kinda backfired, although I'm still hoping that this pays off in the long run hurhur.

Now, I really should be getting down to starting my evidence tutorial (as I should have been, 4 hours ago). I am the True Queen of Procrastination. Everyone one else doesn't know what they're talking about.

I'm scared of pigeons, but

I WANT A FLYING PIGEON (although I'll replace the basket with a wicker one).

Their tagline is “有蓝天就有飞鸽， 让飞鸽伴你同行。” According to Bicycling.com, the Flying Pigeon was (and is) so ubiquitous in China that Deng Xiaoping — the post-Mao leader who launched China's economic reforms in the 1970s — defined prosperity as a "Pigeon in every household." Besides, it's amusing that although the name 飞鸽 has been mistranslated into Flying Pigeon from the original peaceful-sounding Flying Dove, the mistranslation is strikingly appropriate, given how 10 million of these bicycles swarm the roads in Beijing.

Unfortunately, it's probably near impossible to rely solely on a bicycle in Singapore, with the oppresive humidity and the lack of bike-friendly infrastructure. Damnit, because there's just something about cycling, whizzing through a city's streets. But that's probably just in Copenhagen.

The Sun Always Shines on TV

Saw this on CopenhagenCycleChic — a Love Bicycle, covered with post-it notes with declarations of love. Even the basket in front is filled with love notes. This one says, unambiguously, "Love You." Terribly sweet.

I miss my big red bicycle. I dreamt that I parked it along Studiestræde, and someone stole it whilst I was having coffee at Ricco's... Then again, it's no longer mine :/