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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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17 January 2010

sunday; 11.38pm

I probably shouldn't have left the packing this late but I only just managed to find the time and muster enough energy to clean the apartment, run errands and pull out my coats and boots out of storage for a very cold two weeks. And as much of a rush all this packing is, it is somehow almost second nature. I swop the Australian dollars with the Euro and slip my passport and e-ticket into that now familiar travel wallet. My toiletries bag already has most things pre-packed. So here I am.. a mere couple of days away and I can't wait to go back.

"Every day I wake up and it's Sunday
Whatever's in my head won't go away
The radio is playing all the usual
What's a Wonderwall anyway?
Because my inside is outside
My right side's on the left side
Cause I'm writing to reach you now but
I might never reach you"
-writing to reach you, travis

rose | 12:38


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