VENEZIAAAA

is home, in a way, so yes. imma back home after 20 fabulous days in london.

and imma havin depression because of everything and anything in london > venice. period.

london had been AMAZING. heck, amazing doesn't even come close. the true london experience - both tourist and non tourist places, meetin fantastic new people - shabs, nishanth, ash, ecko, yvonne, zhao... so much moreeee, balenciaga-ed (YES i finally got the B. and no not one but two), reuniting with my people at stamford bridge for the chelsea game, realizin that frankie lampiepoo isn't just someone from the tv, and the amazingness of JT, catchin up with the SILS europe group, counting down infront of london eye (and yes, with cori for 2 years in a row), going up to edinburgh and glasgow with natsuko, harvey nichols and harrods (enough said, seriously), finally catchin up with yews, rina, rachel, and jeckaaa, and of course DRAMAS (i will share later, serious)...

i dun even know how to begin, or to end.

i even questioned myself if i had make the wrong choice of choosing venice instead of london. not that venice isn't good, it's just that the grass is always freaking greener on the other side.

allow me to further swim inside the tears of depression and i'll post up pictures real soon, promised. there's like a thousand pictures, and a hundred of them are solely dedicated to frank lampard :)

*mwahs @ 3:03 AM