the clean fresh European air (when it's not being polluted by the dozens of inconsiderate smokers on the streets of Paris) that's seemingly void of any amount of water vapour. you can take a deep breath and would not be suffocated by the humidity
forgetting the sensation of sweating
the sun setting at 9pm and rising at 5am
the friendly people that you meet who don't give you an odd stare when you offer a smile
the brilliantly blue sky
the hot guys that seem to be everywhere (well only in france maybe)
the feeling of pure freedom. the freedom to go anywhere and see anything, with no restrictions.
it does not feel good to be back, to be honest.
the weather is enough to make me want to throw something. the thought of having to go to work on tuesday isn't helping either, obviously.
and it's disturbing because i realised that i haven't missed anything in singapore at all for the past three weeks, not even the food (although there were times i craved for some instant noodles and curry haha). i loved being overseas so much that everything back home was never on my mind. and coming back home, it was all so unfamiliar and strange (there were moments when i could not remember what my room looked like) maybe it's just three weeks, and maybe i'd feel differently if i would to say, live there for a couple of months. but it may seem that i've got bitten by the "wandering" bug, big time.
i need to adjust, and pronto.
anyway pictures for me and leed, two people who really should stop supporting the bad habits of each other ;)
the irreplaceable, amazing, mindblowing, stunning, astonishing, breathtaking God of Glam that is adam lambert (who has just about the most beautiful pair of blue-grey eyes)
oh glambert, only you can dress like that, with all your OTT outfits and makeup, all glittery and shimmering and pouting and smirking, and we'll still be drooling and going all fangirl over youLabels: adam lambert is a god... uh i mean what?, random rants