Before I begin,
Let me annouce that getting out of Singapore,
Is a very successful plan to sieve out 'friends'.
We proceed.

Friday evening was good.
Garazi invited us to a bar around Soho,
And I met her nice colleagues.
Spent �6 on 2 beers.
Someone else paid for entrance,
And another paid for my Vodka Lemon.
Another offered to pay to get me a Snakebite,
But I had work the next day so I passed.
By the way,
No one in Europe likes Menthol cigarettes.
"They suck!"
"Who wants to chew mint and fag at the same time?"
Tried some pot offered by Morris,
No effect whatsoever.

Saturday was Mardi Gras at Hyde Park.
My first temporary job here - Bar Work.
Never knew bar work was like that.

Stretching hands into freezing icy cold water,
Scrambling for Kronenburgs, Strongbows or whatsoever,
Unscrewing bottle caps from them,
Cos regulation has it that no bottlecaps go over the bar top.
I must have unscrewed at least 300 bottles.

Soaked from rain and water splashed from the containers,
And throw in the dramatic cold wind.
Freakin' cold.

Looked at my hands cos they suddenly hurt.
And I found abrasion marks around my palms and fingers,
Thanks to all those bottle caps.
Didn't realise earlier cos they were numb from the ice and cold.
Bandaids fell off cos they kept getting wet.
G-shock had condensation inside cos of the cold.

Went home at 10ish,
Washed up and looked and my hands again.
Exposed skin that hurts even when I eat.
I felt pathetic.
What's an architecture student doing in London,
Serving people drinks for �5 an hour?
And what will people think when they read this,
Cos even I see myself as pathetic.

Why am I doing this?
If I say for experience,
It seems self-comfortingly lame.
If I say love,
It sounds stupidly sad.

I need a proper job.

To An,
Didn't mean to sound sad.
Don't know if London weather gets to me,
Or is it me affecting the weather.

Anyone who read Sven's Ifeelqueasy,
Would have by now realise the powers of suppression.
Depression.

The heart and the head very much linked.
Whether you are a head-user or heart-user,
Very much depends on whether you
Think about things,
Then think about how you ought to feel,
Then feel, or
Feel about things,
Then think about how to rationalise your decision,
With convincing reasons.

I have rationalised my actions,
Evading the very primary emotions that drove them.

Need to run.
In all aspects.

Discovered why I love London's weather.
It's gray, and drizzles often.
Somehow relates to the blues.

Saw this advert today:
"Heart surgery as performed by a M Nurse."
It pictured a nurse hugging another lady.
"Helping cancer patients requires more than medicine."

Truly, there are some illnesses that requires more than medication.
Still jobless.
Feel useless.

Sometimes I feel like a darn country-bumpkin here.
Makes me wonder if the locals look at me,
In the very same way we look at the PRC Chinese,
And the Bangladeshi-s back in SG.
Joblessness makes me totally horrible.
And I have yet to put on much weight,
Still having some tan from the Italian sunny days.
When I reach 50kg,
I'll head off to sell some blood at �10/100 ml.
Need a job quick.
Need cash.
Thank God pounds are falling.

In the land of the Union Jack finally!
*breathes good air*
Had some bad bug bites on arms and legs,
And my arms looked more muscular thanks to strategic swelling.
Had two wonderful parties last night with loads of wine,
Went back to my place at 430am.
Damn scary to walk pass a cemetry at that time,
But that was the only way home. :/

Feeling a little odd recently,
Lots of thoughts in a turmoil in my head.
*twitch*
Need to stop being emotional and stop feeling.

Hope you all are ok :]

Using free internet on yet another odd keyboard.
(Imagine this: you press shift to key in numbers)
In Renzo Piano & Richard Roger's famous Pompidou Centre in Paris.
Unable to read the tag board on this computer - it does't use windows!
Thanks for those SMS-s & emails, folks!
Keep them coming yeah?

By the way, got this SMS that read something like :
Glad you're having the time of your life.
Hope you find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Can the mysterious messenger please her identity?

My reply to that message -
If I can find the rainbow,
I will gladly give up the pot of gold.

Feelin' blue again.

In a nice 2* hotel in Milano now,
Typing furiously on a shared internet computer.
Went clubbing with a bunch of ang-mors in Roma,
Leaving my other 3 travel-mates behind since they weren't on.
Think I had a little crush on the girl from South California,
Simply cos she is so spunky and cooks damn well.
Was totally in love with her triple-cheese mushroom pasta! :D-
Heading to Switzerland tomorrow!
Till I type again, do drop me proper emails!
(No forwarded shit please, email space and time is precious!)

Finally a note from our globe-trotting Jack!
By the way,
I implore all of Jack's friends,
Ex-lovers, admirers, "mei"s to email her...
Because she misses all of you guys!

Bouna Sera from Roma, Italy.
Bits of blue here and there,
And the weather is freaking hot.
Otherwise, all is cool.
Rushing for time, so that is all for now.
Ciao!