The long-overdue adieu

Posted in London by Kaity Chua on April 4, 2011

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.


A super super super ménage à trois

Posted in London by Kaity Chua on November 30, 2010

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!

The Pathetic Excuses of a Deliquent Blogger

Posted in London by Kaity Chua on November 18, 2010

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.

Reunited and it feels so good

Posted in London by Kaity Chua on November 11, 2010

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.

The Unamusement Park

Posted in London by Kaity Chua on November 3, 2010

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.


Enter in the dance, plug it in and we begin

Posted in London, Music by Kaity Chua on October 26, 2010

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’.

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Inside Little Dragon’s lair

Posted in London, Music by Kaity Chua on September 27, 2010

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.

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A Night at the Opera

Posted in Exploration, London by Kaity Chua on September 22, 2010

When it comes to all things in the realm of culture and the arts, I never say no. That’s why I found myself willingly saying “yes” to Deng’s invitation to watch a modernized version of Mozart’s libretto called Così fan tutte at the majestic Royal Opera House. 

Even though the opera was considered a comedy, only about three restrained chuckles escaped my mouth. I found myself more intrigued with the architecture of the venue.

Before I could take a photo of the stage, an usherette reprimanded me. Tsk, tsk. That’s what I get for being a trigger-happy tourist.

Hyperreal Horticulture

Posted in Exploration, London by Kaity Chua on September 21, 2010

I never really gave flowers a second-thought. Yes, they are nice to look at, lovely to smell, and even better to receive but eventually, they wilt, wither, then are tossed into the waste. Call me unromantic but that’s what I think.

And then I walked into Joana Vasconcelos’ Garden of Eden at the Haunch of Venison. Planted in a dark, massive room is a labyrinthine garden of glowing, twinkling flowers – an artificial paradise made of optic-fiber plastic flora and fauna.

I think it’s quite intriguing how I found these eerie, fake glittering flowers more fascinating than its natural counterpart. Does it perhaps betray how much I’ve become a victim of the poisonous plasticity of this world? Maybe yes, maybe no. But maybe I was simply drawn to the magnetic twinkle of these phosphorescent posies.

This installation is really one of the most interesting I’ve seen here, by far. To give you a better idea of how surreal it was to be wandering around this garden, I made this video:

* This post is dedicated to my dear friends, Isabelle and Rick. Just because I know how both of you love, love, LOVE photographs of flowers. HAHA!

No flashlights. Only explosions.

Posted in Exploration, London by Kaity Chua on September 18, 2010

Heaven knows how many times I’ve crossed paths with wobbly, stumbling people taking sips or massively downing a bottle of wine or a half-empty can of beer in the cold, cold streets of London. And only heaven knows how many times I’ve judged these inebriated individuals. But I admit, I am a hypocrite because some days ago, I was one of these soused-up street stumblers. I have a very plausible excuse for such bad behavior though: Fireworks!

To culminate the Thames Festival, a fireworks show illuminated the night skies of London. What’s a better time than any to open a bottle of rosé and drink to that fine spectacle in the sky?

Ah yes. Drinking wine from dixie cups. Classeh.

And now, I have to bid you farewell because everything is starting to look like this:

This 15-hour marathon hangover has to end! Goodnight.

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