3am & goodness knows how many episodes of Geordie Shore later, it’s just beginning to set in that I’m going back to Manchester in less than 2 weeks. And although we say that leaving gets a little easier after a while, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

3am & goodness knows how many episodes of Geordie Shore later, it’s just beginning to set in that I’m going back to Manchester in less than 2 weeks. And although we say that leaving gets a little easier after a while, that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

my happy pill holding his happy pill - on the day of this 18th month, it was a day of happy pills

my happy pill holding his happy pill - on the day of this 18th month, it was a day of happy pills

burning out on the last stretch - falling ill, losing focus, starbucks liquid diet…just 5 more days, Rui Fen

burning out on the last stretch - falling ill, losing focus, starbucks liquid diet…just 5 more days, Rui Fen

This, and Glastonbury 2013, have basically been (and will continue to be) on loop for the whole weekend.  I could come up with an emotional post on comparing the boys from 2006 and now as they play in Finsbury Park, but I have an exam to study for.

I just have 1 thing to say - please play for Glastonbury 2015.

(Or Muse, or Coldplay - if all 3 are booked, I dare you to find someone happier than me)

(Also, please let me get tickets for 2015)

/slightly shallow rant over

2 years

As the end of 2 years of law school and staying abroad nears (last paper is on 4 June), everyone has been doing a lot of reflection on the time that has passed us by.  As K and I made a late-night Spar run to satisfy some yogurt cravings, we spent a good part of it wondering if we had truly taken away all that we could’ve in the past 2 years.  At the end of that quarter(?)-life crisis, we realised one thing - despite everything, all the mistakes and missed opportunities, we were thankful for this experience so far.

We’re going to try to make the next year count.

I’m going to try and accomplish whatever I (for whatever reason) couldn’t do this year in the next year - and if I still can’t, my life isn’t over yet.  Sure, I tend to bemoan graduation like my life ends after it, but it nonetheless is a new phase of life that can be exciting if you put your mind to it.  But well, that will be for next year.

For now, the weeks till I return home to the sunny shores of Singapore (and partial unemployment) are down to a single digit, and I can hardly wait :)

Missing everyone as always xx