PROJ60 / DAY37 : I've Got a Hunger Twisting My Stomach into Knots.

Arrived in Heraklion, Crete. Here's Sam with his gigantic gash, courtesy of the ATV accident. On hindsight, I love the irony of this picture; I don't think I recognised the irony when I first took the picture...

PROJ60 / DAY38 : I Think I'm Drunk Enough to Drive You Home Now.

Today is the day Sam and I fell off an ATV. Rather, the day Sam swerved to avoid a jaywalking little girl and we got thrown off the flimsy vehicle which subsequently did a bounce and a flip over us. We emerged unscathed (almost) though, thankfully. Although I was in shock for a while after the accident, after all, I was riding pillion and blissfully daydreaming about how I was going to spend my last night in Copenhagen, and suddenly, before I knew it, I hit the tarmac. Sam said he thought I died or something, because apparently I didn't scream, but I reckon that's what happens when you're caught off-guard, although it was scary to see the goddamn ATV flip over you.

PROJ60 / DAY39 : I Will Possess Your Heart.

The Red Beach, in Santorini. It's like a Geography class come alive, you know, seeing such majestic landscapes for real. A hidden stretch of red sand set against soaring red cliffs, lava cliffs which drop right into the crystal-clear turquoise waters of the Aegean sea.

PROJ60 / DAY40 : The Sky Above Ablaze that only Lovers See.

People say that sunsets in Santorini are the most beautiful in the world. And they are. We were drunk on sunsets, climbing to the highest cliffs and most remote of hills on the island, chasing the sunset. Every sunset is magnificent, yet different. On one day, the sky is a delicate graduation of sky-blue, orange and scarlet as the sun disappears into the horizon; on another, as the sun sets behind a lone island, it dyes the sky a majestic blend of burnt orange and crimson. Still, it's always utterly breathtaking. Or maybe, this is us over-romanticising Santorini — maybe there are sunsets that are just as spectacular, we've just never sat so patiently to watch them.

PROJ60 / DAY41 : He Walks Away the Sun Goes Away.

In Santorini, on Perissa Beach. A rather surreal landscape, although maybe it's because we only got there in the late afternoon, when the sun was starting to cast shadows on the black sand beach, and therefore few people on the beach.

PROJ60 / DAY42 : And a Sun to Maybe Dissipate Shadows of the Mess You Made.

Typical Cycladic architecture, which admittedly is a Greek postcard cliche. Mykonos is all glimmering white and cobalt blue — unembellished smooth whitewashed cubist houses lining narrow labyrinthine streets paved with whiterimmed stones. Enchanting.

Should buy a summer house here when I grow up, haha.

PROJ60 / DAY43 : Everyone is Scenery.

At Paradise Beach, in Mykonos. Dancing on tables, at 4pm. Insane, but I guess, this is Mykonos, where partying is meant to be relentless, and this is Paradise Beach! Although it does sound kinda cheesy, with it's name bearing semblance to Paradise Hotel, the thrashy Danish reality show...

PROJ60 / DAY44 : When I was a Child, Everyone Smiled.

Made it to Athens, to meet up with the motley crew. In the centre of Athen's dusty sprawling frustrating existence, the Acropolis stands, like it always has, since 500 BC. The juxtaposition between history, documented by its ancient archeological monuments, and progress, evidenced by the urban sprawl swallowing up the surrounding areas around Athens, seems contradictory at first sight. I can't decide if there's beauty in such a contradiction, or if it's just plain ugly.

PROJ60 / DAY45 : You are Not Alone in This.

Had dinner with Clotilde — a farewell dinner of sorts, at La Galette, since I'm leaving for Greece tomorrow and she's going back on the 28th. Had beers on benches in Rådhuspladsen, accompanied by the bright lights and watching hordes of Copenhageners cycle past us along HC Andersens Boulevard. But we'll see each other again, when I go to Marseilles to visit, so saying goodbye wasn't particularly tearful, for now least.

(As you can tell, I'm back-dating these entries, now that I'm back from Greece and have the time to sit on my window ledge with my laptop, watch the sun set over Copenhagen, and transcribe these entries from my notebook.)

PROJ60 / DAY46 : I Want to Remember the Places that We Left Lost to the Mists of Time.

Went to Amager Strand for a barbecue next to the beach — which sounded like a perfect idea when Adam and Radek conceptualised it one fine day, sitting in Jurahuset. Until it started HAILING (not just raining, mind you) 1 hour into the barbecue, and our sausages starting boiling in the tray, instead of grilling. But I guess sometimes, things turn out so bad, they become hilarious. So yeah. Still, hail in the middle of May?! Only in Denmark.

PROJ60 / DAY47 : And I Know You Have a Heavy Heart I Can Feel It When We Kiss.

Sat by the Harbour Bath at Langebro — Me lying precariously on the ledge, ready to fall into the canal should I just roll over, watching Erik and Yeonju play her guitar. And us attempting to sing, or rather, hum, because no one ever really knows the lyrics to a song.

Went to Kulor Bar after — where cheap international students get sloshed with cheap beer. It's a meat-market, really. Night ended when we decided to give up dancing to euro-pop; we cycled home to Østerbro, semi-drunk.

PROJ60 / DAY48 : I Want a Lover I Don't Have to Love.

Took the final paper today, and it feels fantastic to be able to do whatever you please. Everything feels perfect, after a particularly wonderful afternoon (:

PROJ60 / DAY49 : You Said, "Thanks, Can I Follow You?"

On the steps of Studiestræde 41, on yet another of those too-long and too-frequent breaks, watching the world cycle past. It's the last day of studying before the last paper! (:

PROJ60 / DAY50 : Frazzle likes to eat.. Croissant!

Jens ate 6 croissants for breakfast today! I guess he's still a growing boy, despite being 2 metres tall...

2 more days before the Energy Law exam! Came across this wonderful line in the notes Michael made — "This provision is pretty much useless." Haha pretty much sums up the entire module for me.

PROJ60 / DAY51 : Shake it like a Polaroid Picture.

I guess Girls Around the World do the same thing when they go insane during Exam Period, they take 2374212410 pictures using PhotoBooth. Hmm maybe I should post up those from Year 1, circa 2006, the ones we took before the goddamn contract exam.

PROJ60 / DAY52 : Up against The Legends.

Here's Janus insisting on playing us Depeche Mode first thing in the morning, to which we vehemently resisted (because you're meant to listen to soothing jazz or chirpy pop first thing in the morning!), but to no avail, because after all, it's his (messy) apartment that we camped out in the previous night.

PROJ60 / DAY53 : Here's to the Future.

Tonight we went to the Film&Media FridayBar. This is David, and Michael. Danish boys are obsessed with Foosball (although they call it table soccer); they're always playing Foosball at parties. ALWAYS.

Anyway the rainy Danish weather is back. The wonderful weather we had in April, apparently, was the sunniest April Copenhagen has seen since 1974, but I guess that's over now. Am trying to clean my room in order to find some space on my table to get some work done, but it's hard to start when you've got clothes and stuff strewn all over your room.

PROJ60 / DAY54 : I had the Strangest Dream where Everything was Exactly How it Seemed.

Along Strøget — Random Street Party that ended up as a Tag-Fest last weekend, haha.

Went to Nicole's birthday barbecue, which also was a farewell party of sorts for her, but I guess it wasn't that bad because she's probably going to come visit when the rest of us finish our exams.

PROJ60 / DAY55 : Explosions in the Sky.

Here's Christian, blowing bubbles in the kitchen, whilst everyone gathers in front of the TV to watch Paradise Island (like they do, thrice a week; all the Danish kids are addicted to this trashy show). I love how random he is, even when he's not drunk. Notice how he's holding up a cushion so that the bubbles will show in the picture... But obviously, it's not working. Fail.

Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous

WE'RE GOING TO SOUTHERN FRANCE IN SUMMER! (:

PROJ60 / DAY56 : We Are Your Friends.

Taken outside the old University building at Frue Plads. When the sun shines in CPH, everyone sits on the steps and eats lunch outside.

Am done with the damn Human Rights exam! (: Promptly went shopping after the oral exam, although I probably should have waited till next Wednesday, when Energy Law is over and done with...

PROJ60 / DAY57 : So Glad to Meet You, Angeles.

Yeonju, on the steps — my favourite part of the Jurahuset (which ironically, is outside the Law Library itself haha).

Am frantically pouring over 20474132 Human Rights cases... It feels like Public Law circa Year 2 Sem 2 again.; feel like tearing my hair out just trying to finish reading all the cases.

PROJ60 / DAY58 : I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning.

Here's Erik. After 4 days of gloomy weather, the skies were clear blue and the sun was shining again. Brunch on weekends is a Copenhagen institution, so we went to Stella. Can't think of a better way to start the day (:

PROJ60 / DAY59 : Damn these Wild Young Hearts.

Yet another drunken house party with the usual international students (: Here, With Adam and Johannes, who are usually more than 1.9m tall...

PROJ60 / DAY60 : You'd be so Crazy to Say Goodbye.

This is Clotilde, my favourite French girl, with whom I spent too many hours sitting in the first floor of the Law Library, with whom I take long breaks on the steps outside the Jurahuset, with whom I drink too much alcohol (she's French, wine flows through her veins).

This is Clotilde, with her Return Ticket to Marseilles.

PROJ60: 其实不想走

So, I came up with this whilst sitting at my favourite spot in my Kollegium, curled up next to the window atop the Freezer, half-listening to my lovely half-drunk Danish neighbours and their emergency room stories about tampons and garden hoses and beer bottles and test-tubes getting stuck in some guy's ass (... okay irrelevant).

Anyway the point is, I ONLY HAVE 60 MORE DAYS HERE. And I won't even be in this wonderful city for all of 60 days, I'll be in Greece, Southern France, London, Roskilde etc. As much as I am terribly excited at the prospect of going home to Singapore (finally seeing everyone again and eating all the shiokalicious food), I DON'T WANT TO LEAVE. And it doesn't help that my very wonderful neighbours nonchalantly tell me to stay for another semester; when they do that, all I want to do is to shout "OF COURSE I WANT TO STAY HERE TOO, IF I COULD!" into their smiling faces. Rahh.

So, one rambly paragraph on, I am getting to the point. I'm going to embark on PROJECT 60 DAYS. Where I'm going to post a single picture, daily, of my life here. Don't know how it'd turn out — after all, all I'm doing these days is sitting in the Law Library, so we'll see how that goes. Maybe I will end up posting back-dated photos, but whatever, it's my project so I can do whatever I want (:

TOMORROW I BEGIN.

we might die from medication but we sure killed all the pain.

Karma is a notion I've always liked. Not so much literally. Not necessarily because I believed that I used to be Cleopatra's bartender — but more metaphorically.

The karmic philosophy appeals to me on a metaphorical level because even in one lifetime it's obvious how often we must repeat our same mistakes, banging our heads against the same old addictions and compulsions, generating the same old miserable and often catastrophic consequences, until we can finally stop and fix it.

This is the supreme lesson of karma — take care of the problems now, or else you'll just have to suffer again later when you screw everything up the next time. And that repetition of suffering — that's hell. Moving out of that endless repetition to a new level of understanding, that's where you'll find heaven.

— Eat, Pray, Love / Elizabeth Gilbert.

I reckon there are words of wisdom to be found everywhere, even with her not-too-occasional lapsing into an annoying self-help book style of writing. Still, a little too positive and Oprah Winfrey-ish for my liking. There has to be something which does not work out! You know, like what happens in real life.