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So obviously not doing work

By On February 11, 2012 · Leave a Comment

It’s been a long while. A year, in fact.

I’m back at my old work place, this time as one of the annoying students hogging up the seats with their laptops and books all over the place. This old place has changed quite a bit, too. The Boss-man has been transferred to another [...]

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Black tea

By On February 9, 2012 · Leave a Comment

I’m back again at Coffee Bean. By my side is another cup of hot tea because lately, I can’t seem to stand the richness of coffee.

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Saying goodbye again

By On February 9, 2012 · Leave a Comment

It’s that time of the year again. She’s leaving later today. And when night falls, I will be back at our favourite place, working out alone.

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Finding a meaning to life

By On February 5, 2012 · Leave a Comment

I’ve been trying to write a post for days and it’s been such a pain in the butt. I write and rewrite and tear apart sentences I’ve written. I look at the ones I’ve managed to push out and sigh in dismay – too personal, too private, too whiny, too this too that too [...]

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New term, new goals

By On January 30, 2012 · Leave a Comment

Today marks the beginning of a new semester. One semester (technically) just ended, but since it was an inter-term, we don’t exactly have breaks – and we started today with Biology. Oh lord, I can just foresee how this is going to go.

But hey! It’s a new year, a new month, and technically, we’re [...]

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krabi

Krabi

By On January 10, 2012 · Leave a Comment

Krabi was amazing. Clear turquoise seas and cloudy skies merged somewhere in the horizon, and walking along on the beach was a dream with the clean, fine sands that felt like silk.

The photo editing for the trip is going to take a while, as I’ve been thoroughly distracted by the bromance known as [...]

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City skyline

Remembering

By On January 9, 2012 · Leave a Comment

Sometimes it’s hard to remember. I wonder if my memories are truly my own, or a reflection of stories I remember remembering.

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