A JOURNAL

About Rose:
I grew up in Singapore, lived in Melbourne but currently call London home. I love gastronomic adventures, especially while travelling. I stated writing at 17 to remember how it all began.


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26 May 2004

9.52pm; wednesday

can't imagine why i'm feeling so melancholic :| hmm, i seem to have a tonne of things to do but too little time. have yet to fully finalise details on melbourne trip and many things to clear up before teaching ends. but roland garros has started :) so that's a way to spend my first week of hols, with a fitful rest to recharge a very jaded me. oh man, i have to sing in class tomorrow because i lost a bet to a student.. *cringes* cross your fingers for me?




"all my bags are packed i'm ready to go
i'm standing here outside your door
i hate to wake you up to say goodbye.
But the dawn is breaking, it's early morn'
the taxi's waiting, he's blowing his horn
already i'm so lonsome i could cry.."
-leaving on a jetplane, bjork
rose | 14:51


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