got back from London, capital of global hipdom.

Am truly happy to see all my old friends from my Cheltenham days - especially Claudia, Emily and Kaman. It's been 1 1/2 years. Everyone is changing yet everything is the same. It felt like going home.
Weather was a bit on the cold side tho, and the tube strike took an aweful lot of energy out of me.
But I got to walk in Hyde Park and enjoy the crisp autumn morning - such a luxury when I was meant to be in school slaving away over problem sets.

Took my lil' bro out for exeat - my only sisterly act in all of his life. I actually cooked a full English breakfast for him, beans, eggs and all. I used to think I didn't have enough estrogen in my bod or something, but I guess I do have a maternal side buried deep down.

I experienced the tremors of an EARTHQUAKE in London, of all places. It was 1am, and the house squeaked and shook a little. I thought it was a couple at it hard or something, but guess what I heard on the news the next morning.

Work experience at Saatchi sucked. but what the hell, I happily became a victim of advertising during my stay, burning pounds sterling away.
Finally got new trainers! Puma Mostro in blue metallic Synthetic. Super comfy. I left my Acupuncture Miss Julie's in the service apartment. I hope someone would be nice enough to adopt them. They have serve me for three trusty years, and I loved them to death, but they have also been worn to death. *sigh* why can't your fav trainers last forever?

god damn my laptop battery
this could have been a witty & meaningful blog about shopping, architecture and good music in London
but since this is now the third time I lost my blog I kinda lost my patience.
It'll get better I promise.