to risk letting you infer that i've a non-existent social life, one of my favourite things to do when i'm around for the weekend is to explore the town on foot. because i don't like crowds, this solo expedition usually happens around 8am. to have an 8am start, i'm normally in bed by 11pm. which means i stay in on -gasps- friday and saturday night. ah, friday nights. gone are the boozy days of freshman year. the nekidlawyers, as we called ourselves, formed a lonely hearts club to the theme song "friday i'm in love". we were at timbre most weeks, with the odd foray into wala's or a smoky joint at arab street. however, as with most lonely hearts clubs, our membership dwindled as the nekidlawyers ventured into coupleland, some never to return. but they were great times and make for great stories of many a beer-fueled emo night belting "wonderwall" and other timbre regulars.
fast forward five years, the nekidlawyers have probably re-formed a working chapter back home. when i was working (haha) friday nights were sacred. we'd have to go out. and we'd have to drink. and we'd have to do something to let off steam from the work week. so underdeveloped our coping mechanisms were ;) so very different from fridays now. my current friday night options are medsoc where they start drinking at uni at 8pm, followed in not-so-quick succession by bar1, bar2, club1, club2 as the night wears on. grinding with drunk teenagers? not really my idea of a good night.
so i take it geriatric-easy and spring awake on saturday morning to wander where the river was beautiful in the winter morning light.
and i headed for the boating lake near where i stay today, snapping these shots along the way.
the pond was frozen around the swans! would've laughed if that wasn't a cruel thing to do :P
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