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What took you so long, Life?

Posted in Uncategorized by Kaity Chua on October 15, 2010

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.

Randomania III

Posted in Uncategorized by Kaity Chua on October 6, 2010

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.

Worn out like a moldy old rag

Posted in Uncategorized by Kaity Chua on October 4, 2010

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.

A sudden longing

Posted in Uncategorized by Kaity Chua on September 11, 2010

Exactly two months into my stay here in London, homesickness hits me right smack on the face.

What I would give to be driven around in my own private car, to have food ready at my beck and call without lifting a finger,  to never be on my knees cleaning the kitchen and bathroom floors, to have my mom constantly reminding me to drink my vitamins, and my dad tell me, “Sleep na, Kait. It’s late.” – in other words, to be babied, pampered, and spoiled.

Oh home, how I miss you.

Manila, mahal kita

Posted in Uncategorized by Kaity Chua on August 24, 2010

I feel incredibly sad about what just happened in Manila. The damage has been done and the repercussions are piling up but I refuse to let these bring the pride I have for my country down.

In these trying times,  the first instinct is to hide in a dark corner and throw harsh remarks about the country, the mess it’s in, the whole terrifying spectacle. But that’s what cowards do. We only live once and it would be a shame if we never bothered to try becoming and being heroes.

The Rizal Monument (Manila, Philippines)