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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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02 March 2005

5.32pm; wednesday

my much needed catharsis. first week of school. it's been alright so far apart from the imminent fact that i'll be swarmed with tonnes of readings and assignments. it's very daunting to take contract, torts, crim and international law all in one sem *deep breath*. so here's what happened. first day of sch was good- opted for my comfy tweed instead of shoes that would pinch. then there was tuesday, "the oc"-'the orientation carnival. so corny these people i tell you, but who am i to judge *heh*. being the smarty pants that i am, i decided to buy all my textbooks at one go, early in the day, in case they ran out of it. each book was thiiisss *pulls index finger and thumb apart* thick. it was tragic to have to lug all my books around while trying to sign up for some club/society or another. i almost took fencing up but it's on tues & thurs and ends at 1030. and it's too late considering i take an hour or so to get home and that there'll be class the following day. today began with sore shoulders but thank god for those huge ass pads they have on crumplers. international law is so interesting and yet terribly confusing. everything seems to be a paradox that has to be thought through concisely but thoroughly. the readings are no better.. and tutes haven't even started *sigh*.


i miss calling sooch up. i want to simpang with nic and kin. if only i could genki with jh and meet with everyone else again. the summer was so good but it had to end. everything did. i'm alright :) madis gras weekend promises 4 hours of will & grace *yay* and a queer eye for the straight guy marathon *double yay*.


"If music be the food of love
then laughter is its queen
and likewise if behind is in front,
then dirt in truth is clean

My mouth by then like cardboard
seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
and attacked the ocean bed"
-a whiter shade of pale, procol harum

rose | 06:37


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