Intense room-hunting yesterday.
A wee bit of excitement,
Regarding a Victorian house in Dalston,
Ended in disappointment,
When the room availability was pushed back,
To the first week of March.

Another bit of excitement today,
From seeing a nice large room,
With Swedish flatmates,
Near Paddington/Edgware Road.

HopeIgeddithopeIgeddit.

Walking in the rain to Marylebone,
I passed by a bakery,
And spotted Ying (ex-housemate) inside!
Went in to chat,
And ended up leaving with the below:
1 slice of Tiramisu
1 slice of Blackforest
1 slice of Strawberry Cheesecake
1 slice of Blackberry Cheesecake
1 Ham & Cheese Focaccia

Slurp.

The day began badly,
As my crêpes skills have suffered a big dip.
Is it the British flour or the British milk??

Room-hunting is rather frustrating,
But I must continue to believe,
That it will always work out in the end.
I won't be homeless, will I??

Wonderful YT compiled for me,
A camera pricelist looks really good.
Actually not so good.
With the cheapest one I will 'settle' for at S$600,
I guess I will have to stop taking pictures for awhile.
:[

It is good to be back in London.

Away from Sweden,
At least for the time being,
Is good for my heart and soul.
I do miss the air and water though.
And I do fight to not think back.

I was happy to see DD & Phoebe.
You know, friends.
Like those I have in Singapore.

It was also brilliant,
When Ming called from Singapore,
And I spoke to everyone so familiar.
So far but yet so close.

Flat-hunting:
I want a nice household that I can connect with.

Rule #1:
No finance/marketting persons/accountants/bankers

If they are already my friends,
It is alright,
But if they are not,
I think there might be some problems.

There is a whole bunch of things to do,
Although I have been going real slow.
I need to stop surfing and watching DVDs so much,
Because little by little I am becoming geekier.

Merry Xmas all.

Went to Sean's place,
For a haircut and red wine,
And left his place more drunk than I thought.
So much so that I threw up some red,
Along Oxford Street on the way home.

I am thankful I live at Bond Street.
Amen.

An email to the ex-housemates.
And I hope it ends at Ciao for now,
Because I need some time,
To get over some stuff.

Last Words.

Gibberish from London for Hus 2,
From the last of the class to leave the hus.

The very last memory of the pendeltag journey,
Was pitch darkness,
With only the reflections of people inside
- including Nike & I.

So our house never made it to China Station.
What a shame.

I nearly forgot to remove the line in my room,
Because it looked so natural.
Trust me,
It was rather persistent on staying on the floor.

I waited to see sunshine that day but it never came.
Instead, I spotted some green birds,
Pecking at "Jaap's ball of fat with seeds",
While alone at the breakfast table today.

For a while,
It felt like life in Haninge had always been this way.
No sun, no one.
What music should I be playing on a day like that?
A Haninge soundtrack, perhaps?

This idea came to my head then.

"After" could be before "Before".





Because A comes before B.

And, then comes C.

Ciao.

Today I woke up with the feeling,
That it was all a dream.
The people who were in the house.
The life in this place.
The things that happened.

But someone I spoke to at noon,
Who was reminiscing about Saturday,
Reminded me that it was all real.

Sometimes I hate everything -
The kind of hatred that comes from love.

I am the last one to go.

Tomorrow
I'm getting outta here.
It will be better.

A rush for the workbook,
Then a final party in the house,
And a cheese & wine session,
Ending with a blast at a nice club.

No, not really.
There is this crazy crappy feeling,
That I am still unable to get rid of.
(No it is not about the parting.)
This feeling sinks deeper,
When you can't let it out;
When it is something others are happy about,
It feels as if they are cheering at my misery.

But like May said,
One had always existed before two.

So that would be it.

You know there are those moments,
When you meet someone again,
But you feel exactly like how you felt,
The first time you met the person?

The End of Four Months.

Last week of school.
See how time flies?

And on this day in the comp lab,
My eyes caught sight of a Swedish girl,
Who reminds me of Nicole Campanella.

From BBC.

At least 1,000 mourners
have attended the funeral in Melbourne's
St Patrick's Cathedral of a man executed in
Singapore for drug-smuggling.

Wow, this is the first time,
I see people mourning for something like this.
So maybe we should consider mourning daily,
For those refugees dying every day.

Just finished the ugliest layout,
I have ever done in this course.
Nevermind, unused ideas can be archived.

Crit tomorrow morning,
Paris tomorrow afternoon,
Lyon and Geneve till next Monday.

Yay!

Phoebe & Sarah brought alot of fun -
Visiting 'kaki' clubs, talking openly,...
Then came the taxing project discussions.
A brilliant line from Uli -

"The slaughterer does not live in a cow."

A long awaited break of necessity came,
Dressed in an invitation from Sofia,
For a dorm Christmas party at Uppsala.

The party was not the usual dance-crazy,
But was nevertheless crazy,
And even got abit out-of-hand.
We played fun-wrestling,
But somehow along the way I lost it,
- when basic fighting instincts took over -
And now they have seen the Mr. Hyde.
:-S

An awkward incident the next morning,
Didn't help me feel much easier.
But it was certainly good,
To see those girls again.

Yes,
Tired but happy,
Again.