Lubb dubb: A heartbeat. A legacy. My story.

Time flies by. Reality sinks in, but memories stay, as crisp as freshly washed linen, and as clear as what is written here.

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Some piccies

What I wake up to every morning: the shady slopes of Mt Eden, a dormant volcano



The quiet street of Owens Road, although not so silent during the rush hour



Textbooks that I hardly use but cost a bomb



My recent whirlwind journey with 205's dive reflex report. Spot the half eaten pear.





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