
If I tell you you’re like a piece of liqourice, it means your presence is deemed highly desirable. Tempting, addictive and can’t-live-without.

If I tell you you’re like a piece of liqourice, it means your presence is deemed highly desirable. Tempting, addictive and can’t-live-without.

Snapped this photo when I was in London with ML in the weekend on our way to a Mac cosmetics store. I’ve seen loads of these pink flowering trees all over Norwich now, they’re gorgeous! If anyone have any clue of what kind of flower/tree this is, please educate me!
I love all the buds and colours popping up everywhere in UK right now, but loathe the mushy weather. Didn’t know UK was this grey and dull… Did you know we get more overcast than sunny? Something like 60% overcast and 30% sun after what I’ve seen from living 8 months in Norwich!

Anyway, came back to UK dragging my dearest ML with me on friday, and went into London on sunday to see Lion King the musical. The trip into London was quite tiring so we actually ended up falling asleep during a scene with Timon and Pumba… yes, I am ashamed. Tip to myself: never book tickets for any events for the same day you’re travelling a long distance!

Had this AMAZING strawberry tart at a fancy cafè at Picadilly Circus. I normally steer away from whipped cream because I don’t like the taste, but this tart made me LOVE it!

We had to hit Yo!Sushi because ML loves sushi, and I tried out chicken teriyaki which was DELICIOUS. Next time I go somewhere they serve Japanese food I’ll get something teriyaki. Yummmm. Great service and nice people at Yo!Sushi!

A disheveled-looking Kiyu sipping one of those addictive smoothies. Raise your hand if you hate wind and humidity! Hopefully my newly bought S factor Smoothing Lusterizer will save me from future hair battles with mother earth’s whims!
For more photos, head over to the gallery!

Stole this photo of HK nighttime from somewhere random on the net
Just booked tickets for HK (Hong Kong) this summer. Leaving on 30th June and staying for three weeks! So many of my UK friends are going back to HK this summer, and they all talked me into going, so this is going to be so great! I AM SOOOOO EXCIIITEEEED!!!!!
Clara’s family, one of my pharmacy mates, owns an extra flat in HK and she said I can stay there. OMB. The rich bastards. Just look at the place! Looks so nice!
AAAAAHHHHH I CAAAN’T WAAAIIIIIT :DDDD
YEAH YEAH I`M FLYING HOME TOMORROW AND STAYING FOR TWO WEEKS.
What am I doing, leaving warmth and spring in England to return to the snow I swore to escape????
The answer seems to have eluded me, but I think you should all book a date with me! :D
This photo, excellently snapped by my dearest Britt when she came to visit London and me last weekend, demonstrates how I`m used to wearing not so very winterously clothes here in England. I`m not going to cope with Norway now, am I? And in case you’re curious: no, I don’t remember how or who blessed me with a black eye :)


All the way from Hong Kong has this little thing travelled. Anna, it made me so happy and I shall write back <3
And yes, I let my address stay visible on purpose, because that’s the address of the post office where all student mail is to be sent to, meaning you can’t actually stalk me, unless… well, unless you’re on campus and can actually spot me and physically follow me around. Omb, creepy.
I miss him so terribly much.
Every now and then, I just miss him so much. It’s only natural, so I never make a fuss about it. ‘Cause you know, it’s normal to be upset after a break-up. It’s normal to miss…
However, this time it was particularly bad. First, it was just this cruel hollow feeling, this empty void. It was soon followed by the usual pattern where the longing kicks in and I just feel so terribly terribly sad. Then it feels like I can’t ever be happy again unless I can feel his strong arms wrapping around me and pulling me close to him like before, smoothing my hair back and whispering soothing words to me. Of course I know it’s not true, but in those painful moments when I just miss him so terribly much, this is how it feels like.
But this time around there was a new addition to the usual pattern; I was… sobbing. The other times I cried, it was only because he hurt me in some kind of way. Either by things he said or just the hopeless situation itself. And if you know me personally, you’ll know that I’m not particularly prone to crying in the first place… But this time… it was just because I missed him so much…
I started sobbing just like that, out of the blue, just because I missed him so…

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him walking into the hall. For a split second I stopped in my tracks, freezing completely, before resuming my business with the arrows, pretending like everything was normal. But in truth, my heart was hammering feverishly in my chest and I never relaxed. He was so beautiful. Tall and lean, his hair newly cut in a rebellious manner. It was longer than I remembered it. With slow and powerful strides he strolled towards his best mate whom I just happen to be standing not too far away from. The joy on his face, even the way his eyes were smiling when his friends were jokingly fighting with him, was so wonderful it was all I could do not to melt right there and then. Gazing at him, my lips curled into a smile I couldn’t fight. And I knew, that if anyone had been looking at me at that moment, they would have seen the warmth in my smile. They would have seen that this smile contained a fondness so tender it would have felt utterly wrong to snap me out of the enchantment.
He did not speak to me. Nor did he look at me as far as I know. Not that I tried either, out of fear.
He knew I was going to be there today. Why did he risk getting even more angry with me by coming? I knew the sight of me might tick him off again. But … it made me incredibly happy that he came. I could see him again, let my eyes rest on his face again, remind myself of why I fell so deeply in love with him that I can never be angry with him — even after being left with a shattered heart. It just felt so nice to see him again.
…and he was gorgeous. If he walks into me again in the future, you can bet I will be more than happy to see him. More than happy. I still care for him tenderly, and probably will for quite a long time. I can now believe it when people say; “As long as he’s happy, I’m happy.”
If I am able to smile and feel this soothing warmth when I see him happy and laughing, then yes, I think I will be happy if he is happy.





Thanks Hui, for taking these photos!