Autumn seems to have arrived early in London. I walk through winds along the corridors and puddles on pavements. The evenings have gotten lonelier, colder, quieter.
Ah London, Lonely London. The land of everything, yet a place that represents nothing. Rien.
Opening the door to a silent, dark apartment, I suddenly want to be home.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
Farewells
2 August 2008Singapore @ House of Boobies
There are goodbyes, and then there are goodbyes. Little Fuzzy, farewells are mere minutes of momentary sadness, then you realise that the world isn't that big, or maybe life just moves on too quickly for all of us and it seems like we don't even have time anymore to stop listen and chat over a glass of diluted teh peng.
Ah boobies, I'm sorry I didn't really say a proper goodbye, but I know it isn't for us for I'm one of your sluts coming to visit you in a month!!!
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