The view is so pretty at night, isn't it? I miss kite-flying...and making kites. Definitely need to meet up with the Eli and Kibum to my Kevin soon, so that we can use giant pieces of paper to make a proper kite and fly it. Either that or have a potluck picnic on the luscious grass and under the clear sky with the Sullens.

I need to stop dreaming, stop dreaming, stop dreaming. The workload is getting larger and larger, like a little snowball tumbling down the mountains and gradually increasing in size. It only stops when it hits, the impact greater than most and the damage more devastating than ever.

Aha, I've got wandering thoughts and I'm rambling again. Ciao.

Labels: photography, ramblings, singapore

The view is so pretty at night, isn't it? I miss kite-flying...and making kites. Definitely need to meet up with the Eli and Kibum to my Kevin soon, so that we can use giant pieces of paper to make a proper kite and fly it. Either that or have a potluck picnic on the luscious grass and under the clear sky with the Sullens.

I need to stop dreaming, stop dreaming, stop dreaming. The workload is getting larger and larger, like a little snowball tumbling down the mountains and gradually increasing in size. It only stops when it hits, the impact greater than most and the damage more devastating than ever.

Aha, I've got wandering thoughts and I'm rambling again. Ciao.

Labels: photography, ramblings, singapore

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