125 days have passed since my last post.
115 days have trudged on since I bid a tearful goodbye to the city that dazzled, twirled and captured my heart.
At the same time, today is the 115th day that I’ve been going through life carrying the heavy, dismal realization that the best times of my life have been lived. Sprawled on the floor, I ask myself, where do I go from here?
I don’t know, really.
All I know is that I’ll always have London. Knowing that is comforting enough. That city was good to me. Too good, in fact. Now, I’m just one amongst millions of its fleeting paramours that just can’t move on.
It’s okay though. Only for you, London, will I continuously be a lovesick fool.
So it’s been a couple of weeks since the French Bitch and the Belgian Jealov graced cold, cold London with their warm, sunny dispositions (Riiight.)
Their trip was short and sweet and as expected, I had a long and bitter time getting over it. But as we’ve said countless times to each other, that most recent farewell didn’t, in any way, feel like goodbye at all. See you in Manila, bitches. You better lick it. For syrious. And no, Rick. It still hasn’t gotten old. In my head at least. Sorry, folks. Private joke.
The fiercely intelligent and outspoken French Bitch, Isabelle. One of the geniuses behind mashallanews.com, a website that gives you well-informed commentary about the things that matter in the Arab regions.
It’s his Elvis impersonation, he says. I say it’s more Conan O’Brien than the King of Rock ‘n Roll.
What’s a proper reunion without some bubbly?
Rick and his dead possum.
Ah, the note that ended my panic attacks. Thank you, Electric Airwaves. And thank you, Rick and Isabelle, for remaining calm while my nerves were in a state of frenzy.
London, check. Next stop: Manila!
I know. I’ve been a bad, bad blogger. But lately, life has just been too good to spend most of it in cyberspace. I haven’t been taking lots of photographs as well. I guess that explains the extreme lack of posts. Hopefully I will get back into the swing of blogging regularly. After all, the clock’s a tickin’, and my time here in Londontown is fast approaching its demise.
Enough of sad musings and onto the happy thoughts! After all, it’s the happy thoughts that keep me warm in this wintry, wet weather.
Before a certain group of friends and I parted ways back in July, we casually suggested that a reunion of sorts would be held in December in London. It seemed like the polite thing to say to new found friends. Admittedly, I personally didn’t think it was ever going to push through. But what do you know, four months after that casual suggestion, Isabelle, Rick, and I find ourselves together again in the city that introduced us to each other.
This is definitely going to be a crazy/amazing/chaotic week.
On my way home from work, I came across a traveling theme park in Leicester Square. It had all the usual stars of a fair – bumper cars, cotton candy, a carousel, and tons of rides that would make heads, stomachs, and worlds spin. What caught my attention though weren’t the visitors who came, shrieked, and conquered the dizzying rides but the fair employees who yawned, stared into space, and yawned once again.
Can’t blame them for the lack of enthusiasm though. Smiling and being all jolly good for twelve hours straight is a superhuman ability.
C’mon, lets all admit it. We all love to dance in the privacy of our rooms. And our favorite attire? The birthday suit, why of course! All of a sudden, we turn into the most dexterous of dancers (even if the beat begs to disagree). There are really only a few things that can beat tripping the light fantastic with all inhibitions stripped and tossed to the floor – one of them is grooving with an incredible amount of people with a little help from our dear friends, Whiskey, Rum, and Groove Armada.
A few weeks ago, I attended one of the best live concerts of my life. The most beautiful thing about it was that I didn’t expect to have that much fun. Not only did the whole arena dance like there was no tomorrow. We all danced without restraint, without suppression, without the heavy weight of inhibitions. Only with a massive amount of superstylin’.
My sincerest apologies for the lack of posts. I’ve been quite busy these past few weeks. Responsibility came a-knocking on my door and once I let it in my flat, it demanded my full attention. I couldn’t leave it alone for one, two, three seconds. Oh that merciless brat.
But the weekend is around the corner! And you know what that means, Responsibility hibernates while Life wakes up, rubs the sleep off its eyes, takes me by the hand, leads me out the door, and shows me a grand time. And of course, ol’ Nico the Nikon will be with us.
Because Day 3 into back-breaking work has rendered me exhausted and useless. Random things are all that my mind can process now.
Heaven knows I can use some “Amusements” now.
A drink would be more welcome though.
I miss this crazy girl! Aw, to have a drink with you in Electricity Showrooms again.
I miss this girl too! But she’s off living the life and traipsing all over Europe now.
From taxidermist, Polly Morgan’s Psychopomps exhibit
Joana Vasconcelos’ Passerelle – Porcelain hounds are hooked by the collar to a moving conveyor belt. As the belt accelerates, the dogs bang into each other and fall into a massive heap of broken limbs on the floor. I have to say, I can relate to the sad, sad fate of these poor canines.
It’s a ruff world out there.
The first day of my internship has left me with tired feet, an aching back, and the horrid aftertaste of humble pie. Times like these, I really miss Manila, my friends, and my family.
I could really use a drink, a hug, and a massage. All at the same time.
The first time I heard a song from Swedish band, Little Dragon, I was instantly hooked. There was something so magical about the very beautiful vocalist, Yukimi Nagano’s sultry, soulful style that instantly made me wish that I could sing like her. But alas, the world is unfair and as soon as I accepted that, I became perfectly content just being mesmerized by the electronic soundscapes of Little Dragon.
Some months ago, I found out that the band was gonna embark on a UK tour and I was absolutely ecstatic! You see, if there was one band that I really, really, really wanted to see and hear in the flesh here, you guessed it, it would be them. And they certainly did not disappoint. It was a fun, wild, crowded night. Too fun, too wild, and too crowded that I just completely forgot to take photos. Oops.
The one shot I took before I started ignoring my camera.
Little Dragon performing one of my favorite songs of theirs, “Feather”
And it looks like I’m gonna see them play live again cos they’re gonna be on tour with the Gorillaz! Hellz yeah.