C'est le mois d'avril!


Can you beat this?

2 more years till I (hopefully) fly my ass off to the UK. We probably are going again this year, it all depends on where my mom wants to go holidaying about I guess. I can't wait to go back there again, I can't wait to spend quiet autumns cooped up in a cosy corner of my uncle's home watching Love Actually whilst sipping Gluckwein and eating Sticky Chewy Toffee Pudding drowned in Bailey's. Or frolicking down Tesco and watching whiny english babies wail over that pack of Cadbury chocolate. Or trying to take a photo of the mist that drifts out of my mouth everytime I exhale in speech. Or treading softly down the stone path of Conwy marveling at centuries worth of architecture and soil with the wind biting into my skin whilst the midday sun gently warms it up simultaneously.

These things that I miss, these things that I treasure.

I was clearing out some photos from my computer and realised that I haven't had many new photos of late to organize. I wondered why, then it struck me that the magnitude of harvests I reap depend on the kind of people I hang out with - whether they're camwhores or not. Like how I didn't touch my digicam at all on Sunday though it was a pretty kooky day at Zouk Flea. Penny darling needs constant attention, but I guess lately she hasn't been getting any. From me at least. Then I started missing you.
You suck. I hate you.

P.S. I <3 Sharon Phua!