FLY AWAY TO SYD
on the journey to Sydney.
4 years in Sydney is an awefully long time.
Catch me before I fly away, cause I'm having the time of my life.
Friends come and go, but the close ones never part irregardless of the distance.
Sunday, August 23, 2009
Sometimes, I don't know if the problem is me.
Or why do things start feeling different from what it used to be?
Or did we just run out of common things?
On the Plane' .
shu wen
university of
new south wales
commerce & economics
june
25
christian
singapore
Friends say I'm mad by taking difficult majors, but I say I'm schizo.
Impressions I give;
First Impression: Cool
Second meeting: Friendly
Third time: Funny
Thereafter: Ridiculous to a point whereby you ignore her.
That said, I still
love all my
friends.
Currently residing in Sydney, my motivation in life to
travel anywhere and everywhere. I have this thing for food too. I love restaurant-scouting. My best friend in Sydney is a cat called
Fuzzy.
He is the cutest thing alive, way better than this bear called Buddy. My household contains of a monkey named
Julius,
and a Lobster called
Lobby. As you can see, I have a thing for animals. My secret fantasy is to shave my head.
Oh, and Badminton is a thing of the past. I'm taking up Golf soon.
Desires!
- Buy myself a degree, with distinction average
- Buy myself a driving licence
- Increase the members of my household
- Skydive
- Polaroid Camera
- Wardrobe revamp
- Furnitures for the apartment
- Soundproof my room so that I can blast my music 24/7
