Like If Ever There was Someone who Could Make Things Heavy Again.

Admittedly, I'm tipsy, so this post is probably going to sound all rambly.

This reeks of commitment-phobia but I honestly am frightened at the hypothetical prospect of being the centre of someone's universe. The whole weight of his love, his being, is on your shoulders. Your shoulders which are more than willing to bear this weight, but which you are sure, as your past lovers will tell you, will one day be unable to shoulder the weight of all that love, and give way. It is an eventuality that hearts will be broken. But because I'm not a cynic, we will not leave this at such a hopeless note. Maybe, in the hypothetical reality that a chance offers itself, maybe we'll give it a try, in the hope that this is just one of my 32028231 irrational apprehensions.

Some random danish bloke read my palm tonight and told me that I think too much. Hmm, can't say that is untrue, I guess. Apparently I'm going to have a successful but short-lived career, which doesn't sound too bad, I reckon. But then he kept apologising, because according to this palmistry expert I'm going to have a hard life ahead of me. Apparently it's going to be difficult for me to find The One, because I have sky-high expectations and needs that are difficult to fulfil. I beg to differ; that's an unfair statement to make because plainly, I'm a girl with simple needs who doesn't have sky-high expectations! I reckon that Life is never easy for anyone, because Life is such that one never ever gets what one truly desires (just like tonight).

I should get to sleep, there are tons of things to be done tomorrow. Picnic at Ørested Parken, Roskilde bracelets to be collected at Soupanatural, Guinness with Michael, and all the random errands to be done in preparation for Roskilde Festival. And also, we've already watched the sun rise so I guess there's nothing left to do, except to sleep. Goodnight, world.

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We're off to London tonight, Yeonju and I, for a couple of days. And then it's off to Southern France with Nette and Beeks, to meet up with Clotilde. Back on 25 June (: Will hopefully be updating PROJ60. xxx.

PROJ60 / DAY27 : Every Night Peacefully Setting the World on Fire.

At Floss, that smokey dingy vandalised tiny bar, for Michael and Janus' post-exam celebrations (: Apparently Wednesdays at Floss is a regular thing they do amongst themselves, a Boys' Night Out kinda thing, so I guess we were erm, kinda crashing their party. Admittedly, I'm horrible at Foosball but Danish boys are really good at it. Comes with the intensive practice I reckon, since we spend half our time at parties hovering over Foosball tables haha.

PROJ60 / DAY28 : There Will Be No Distance that Can Hold Us Back.

I love cycling in this city. From Nørreport, across the Lakes, down Nørrebrogade towards the sunset, down Jagtvej, singing along to I Will Follow You into the Dark. After an afternoon of unrelenting rain, the city smells like it's been washed clean. I love the smell of rain, it smells like fresh, like green grass, and like home.

PROJ60 / DAY29 : The Sugary Smell of Springtime.

An afternoon in Vesterbro — books coffee coke smokes out in the sun.

PROJ60 / DAY30 : With Your Arms Outstretched Trying to Take Flight.

At Islands Brygge, for Distortion's final event. It was meant to be brunch, but because the skies opened up, everyone sat huddled under a giant inversed boat. We ate Ben&Jerry's and sipped Tuborg though, nonetheless. If I was 16 again, I would have danced in the rain, but well, somehow the possibility of catching a cold seemed to weigh rather heavily in our minds.

This Abject Lack of Intensity.

We're almost halfway through 2009 — the harsh Nordic winter has come and gone, spring in all its glory arrived and is almost over, we're on the brink of summer. And there's still all these unread mail sitting in your flooded mailbox, or maybe, just mails that have been read, just not replied to. Halfway across the world, one wonders, what are you up to these days?

PROJ60 / DAY31 : To Be Where There's Life.

Intersection of Studiestræde and Larsbjørnstræde. Was trying to take a picture of this vibrantly yellow building when this dude just cycled into my picture haha.

PROJ60 / DAY32 : Looking for the Places Only They Would Know.

Street Party along Istegade, Vesterbro, as part of the Distortion Festival. Street parties are amazing, and it takes an amazing city to be able to carry it off. All its young inhabitants out in full force on the streets — in the late afternoon chilling along the sidewalk (and atop containers; anywhere you want, really) sitting in the sun munching on pizza and sipping beer, and then as night descends, proceeding to just dance the night away under the warm shadows of the phosphorus street lamps.

PROJ60 / DAY33 : After Changes Upon Changes We Are More of Less the Same.

Along Studiestræde. Went to watch Mothra at Filmstationen, with Yeonju and Greg. I didn't know this before, and this is going to sound incredibly silly but Mothra is erm, Godzilla's frenemy. So this was one of those silly Japanese movies from the 1960s which seems silly us because it was made so long ago. Classic scene — Mothra (still in the form of a giant caterpillar) crawls up the Tokyo Tower, proceeds to spin a giant unbreakable cocoon around it, before breaking out from it the next day to become a giant moth (which causes tidal waves when it flaps its wings haha). It was a good mood-lifter, despite my tiredness (:

PROJ60 / DAY34 : That Was What My Youth Was For.

Birthday Brunch in London — I turn 22 today. Compared to previous years where I threw a uniform party (19), a poker/mahjong party (20) and a crazy drunken party at Zouk (21), this year was subdued. We satisfied my intense craving for Asian Food, and that was it. I didn't want more, didn't feel like more. Thought of celebrating it in Copenhagen, but well, most friends had either left or were traipsing around Europe and not in Copenhagen, so we scrapped the idea. I guess after you turn 21, you just don't get terribly excited about turning older. Just feels like yet another day... Real Life begins now? Maybe not, maybe in 34 more days, but not for now; for now, Life here continues, and I'm going to live exactly the way I want to, self-indulgent, decadent, free (:

PROJ60 / DAY35 : There is Nothing Outside, Above.

Preveli, Crete. At the mouth of the Kourtaliotis Gorge, the Kourtaliotis River flows into the crystalline greenish waters of the Libyan Sea, creating a delta of fine soft sand where the two meet. Again, all the black&white diagrams illustrating the formation of gorges and deltas we struggled to memorise in Secondary 4 came alive here.

PROJ60 / DAY36 : There was a Feeling the Spirit was Leaving.

In Knossos, Crete. Felt strangely at home when I saw these hmm. Bougainvillea really should be Singapore's national flower, not the Orchid, seeing how it's all around; it's the first thing you see, as you exit Changi Airport, long rows of purple Bougainvillea bushes welcoming you as you drive down East Coast Parkway...