Memories

The station nearest my house for 3 years, and Waitrose, the supposedly most posh supermarket that is available around our area.

South Kensington, tube station nearest to my hall of residence in 2002. Got me to Chinatown for the first time, got me to UCL for Hwa Chong Night dances practices.

Its a tour to Buckingham Palace with Hui min. Despite being here for 4 years, the landmark of England never received a visit from me. Its my first time there today.

Change of guards at the palace. Other than the ceremonial hat, the ceremony is disgustingly similar to the parades we have in Singapore.

At Westminister. Never took a close up shot of Big Ben in my 4 years here. Somehow.

Princes of Wales Theatre. Mama mia. A simple theatre which sits along the route from Chinatown to Picadilly. Where I spent my first Valentines with Hui Min.

Its a shame that in my first 2 years here, I didn't take a proper shot of this road. Princes Gardens. How things have changed. 'Ethos" now replaces the old gym and swimming pool. Gardens Hall was the first place I stayed at in London. Remember the Warcraft sessions, remember the drinking games, remember going paintballing with a few drunk guys...

Familiar grounds for a weekly wednesday floorball session. Prince Albert Memorial.

Again, a new look, vastly different from 2002. All because of Tanaka Business School. Remember that this is your entrance to the college when you were rushing to class from Gardens hall.

Remember the Saturday football sessions. Remember that you have to walk along Exhibition road to get to hyde park. Remember that this is the same route that brings you to Gardens from South Ken tube station.

A view that is ignored every wednesday when we are playing floorball. Royal Albert Hall. Where my convocation, which I am not attending, will be held.

Almost home to 41 Gloucester Road. Take a look around the corner and there's Queens Tower. Remember the view of Flaggellah from the top of it. Remember the irritating chimes that it makes. Remember that it is the trademark building of Imperial College.

Home. Remember the spooky, irritating lift in a doggy corridor.

The sunset during my last evening in London. Perhaps not surprisingly, it is the most beautiful one I've seen in London. Perhaps its to signify the set of my time here.