my body clock is attuned to london already.

I apologise for my latest spate of verbal diarrhoea in the form of successive blog entries, induced by the abominable notion of having to go cold turkey from the internet when I get back to London. Just the mere idea of not being able to go online for a few days, is making my brow glisten in cold sweat. *gulp*

Three more days before returning to London and I just slept tonight away, fantastic, what a waste. [Sorry I missed the Canterbury Hall gathering, and missed all the calls!] In any case, I've got my visa and my plane ticket! Congratulations to me!

Once again, London Beckhams beckons, with the seductive allure of its Dionysian lifestyle. This is not to say I'm there just to have fun: its Apollonian counterpoint is upheld in my academic studies. (Which I'm taking very seriously, mind you.) The coming reprisal of my libertine lifestyle this Friday, seems incredibly too near and yet too far, it still hasn't quite sunk in. It's a real blessing to be able to return, so in the remote event I ever complain about London (apart from the shitty weather, fat pigeons and general inefficiency of the country), just slap some sense into me.

Thinking about the usual hassle of packing my luggage (Jo and Selena can't help me pack this time!), just puts me off. My feet suddenly sprout giant roots, my hands are tied with invisible tape and my eyelids sewn shut with the langour of sleep. I hate packing/unpacking with a virulent passion, and on top of that, this time I've a baggage-full of indecipherable emotions to sift through as well.

For the first time ever in all my departures to London from Singapore for the past 3 years, there's nothing holding me back. Apart from juxtaposed memories, and a mild sense of trepidation about the unexpected, I'm not sure what to feel, or how I feel, but then again: who says I need to feel?

Consistent apathy, is really the key to good health!

Photos as promised, these are from Jing's camera:

Friends!

Top row, 1st photo on the left is Jing, me and Jess. You guys should know who's who by now, right? I'm sure you can see Jenny Lenny on the right, 2nd row. Abby's at the 3rd row, and it's Euge Shouch and Desmond in the last photo taken on Lenny's farewell. Uhhh, I think 7/9 of these pictures were taken at Zouk for some reason or other.

And here's one more collage:

Pucker up now!

Oh, The Brother has a blog, how cute is that? His blog template was edited by The Sister. And I'm very happy to announce that Bubu is sick. Yeay! No more bites from the rabid Jack Russell for the next few days! Happy happy happy.