Londonium

London in the winter can be very grey. Lively, vibrant, bustling, but grey.

Paris in the Rain

Paris, a city acclaimed to be of love, of beauty and sheer romance.

Thats what the brochures said anyway.

Shelter

The last time I posted anything was more than six months ago. I now reside in England and sit at my desk every night with ponderous thoughts to be ponderously pondered.

The insomnia I used to have is now back, back with a vengeance. Having been up for 25 hours and then only managing a meagre 4 hours of sleep isn't the most ideal situation to be in when you have class from 9am - 5pm.

London has been good to me - I hate it, but it has been good to me.

Hatfield on the other hand has been the evil step sister that seems to prod me with needles every now and again - if needles were a metaphor for continuous down pours of precipitation. I mean, I'm Malaysian, I ought to be used to the rain...but it just isn't the same. It's rain that trickles in an endless stream and last for days on end, making the blistering cold not just cold, but wet and cold.

I rant and forever digress from a point I do not remember striking up. Did I? What was the point of this all?

Unconditional Sleep Deprivation is not something I welcome kindly.

Here's the London Bridge. No it wasn't falling down.