I seem to have an affinity for girls,
That the general public perceive,
As a slut, a bitch, a slapper...
You get the idea.

Example 1: Candy Bar.
Me: That girl is rather cute.
Angela: Jack, she is a slut!

Example 2: Prior to watching The L word.
Me: (reading a feature on the series) I like the look of Shane.
Quote: 'She is a heartbreaker with a heart.'

Example 3: I found Rebeccas Loos rather attractive.
Watching The Farm on Five yesterday,
I still found Rebeccas Loos rather attractive.

By the way,
Here is a picture of a guest on The Farm.

Remember him?
Hint: Ice Ice Baby

I have missed King Arthur,
But I must not miss Sky Captain.
Not when there is...



Check out the ultra-cool website,
With the trailer and other wicked stuff.
Apparently the pictures of the cast,
Differs each time I visited!

So surreal,
Good surreal.

Dial tone.

'Hallo?'
'Nicole?'
'Ya?'
'Hi, uh, it's Jack.'
'Oh, hiii !'

* big grin *

'So, what do you do on the weekends?'
'I work on Saturday, I take the horses out on Sunday.'
'Horses?! You have horses?'
'You didn't know I had horses?'
'The last thing I heard was about your pitbull.'
'We should go take a ride when you are here!'
Yay!!

'American-Indian, as in olive skin & green eyes.'
'Oh is that where you got your green eyes from?'
'My eyes are blue.'
'Oops.'

* stupid big grin *

New ideas being put into my head.



How bloody tempting.

Remember those times in primary school,
Those chinese composition classes,
When you had to write like,
'The Story of A Coin/Newspaper/Some-crap'?
This article -click- reminded me of that.

And here is an amusing article,
Of politics, economy, chicken & jets,
That Su-lin just forwarded to me.

And, about Keira,
I hope she only looked very different,
In the picture with her cropped hair,
Because she had this pissed-off look.

Compare this ---



Wasn't there a contract that said,
Celebrities can't cut their hair,
If they are in a shampoo commercial??

:(

MORNING WAKE-UP SHOCK.

OH-MY-GOD. :O

More of Sunday,
Before I forget.

There was an exhibition in the cityhall,
Which seemed slightly out of place,
But nevertheless important.
There were pictures & information,
Showing the destruction of Hiroshima & Nagasaki,
After the USA dropped Little Boy & Fat Man,
On the respective cities.
The result was devastating.
There were people whose eyeballs popped out,
People whose bodies were dotted with shattered glass,
People who suffered years later with cancer...
The list goes on.
Nuclear weapons are indeed deadly.
Boys & girls,
No one wins in wars ---
Please do not support war!

Across the road from my place,
A group of protesters stood outside Coronet,
This club at which some big DJ was playing reggae.
Their sign boards read something about racial & gay rights.
According to this photographer there,
The DJ was playing some music,
With lyrics that are homophobic and racist.
And I thought reggae stuff were suppose to be,
More hedonistic and less restrictive.
Looks like I was wrong!

London Open House last weekend.
Queued with XY & DD outside Norman's Gherkin,
In hope to get into the infamous building,
And rise up to 40 storeys above London.
No chance.
After 2.5 hours,
We were only 2/3 of our way.
Had to give up since we had an appointment,
For a guided tour at the Royal Court.

Royal Court tour was fabulous.
It is a very special building,
Incorporating the old & new,
With alot of quirky details.

Next was Trellick Tower.
London's Unite De Habitation.
Very post-modernist(?) building.
DD was quite disappointed,
While I kinda like it.
Nothing too upperclass -
Perhaps even low-class,
Because it was meant to be public housing.
I think the section is quite unique,
For a public housing of the late 1960s.

Visited the City Hall a.k.a. GLA,
On Sunday with Tori.
It is horrendous.
Interior space made all of us queasy,
Especially the spiral stairs.
Norman might have spent all the dough,
On the glass (triple-laminate!) for the facade,
Hence ran out of funds for the interior.
It looked like a space-object,
That fell into a space beside London Bridge.
It felt like a bad joke.
A bad joke that will go away.
And they called it Norman's Testicle.



Headed to Shoreditch Festival for abit,
Where they were playing all the raggae stuff,
Lotsa hippies, pot-smokers, loud music, etc.
But we found some lovely jerk-chicken,
That was worth our half an hour wait,
Before the cold drove us home.

After capoeira class.

'Bex,where did you say you are working?'
'Uh, UN.'
'Oh..I thought you said something else the last time.'
'High Comm for Refugees?'
'Oh, yes. Wait, isn't that the Angelina Jolie one?!'
'Yeap!'

Ahhhhh!!!

Long entry.

A negative feedback from an American eBayer,
Who bought my item but did not respond,
And dropped me the crap,
After I filed Unpaid dispute with eBay.
She paid up eventually.
But that was mighty rude!

Then an email from South California,
Made me smile like an idiot again.

Update on last weekend.

Friday evening -
Was up in my Whitechapel room,
When I heard cries and screams,
Coming from Derin's room.
Went down to knock on her door,
But she looked too upset to reply.
Learnt from Georg whom came up later,
That she had left her handbag at a pub,
For a group of 'friends' to look after,
While she heads to get a cold pint.
When she came back,
The friends were gone,
The bag was gone.
She walked all the way home,
To find the guy's number to ring him,
But all he said was,
'I dont know, it isn't my problem.'
Lots of frantic calls to cancel cards followed,
Plus hysteria from Derin,
Because her thesis was in the bag.

The next morning the guy rang up,
To say he found her bag in his house.
Nikolaos and Georg both agreed,
That these people are not worth knowing.

Moved on Saturday.
I think I like the room better each time.
Met XY & DD for Italian buffet lunch,
In between the 2 sessions of moving.
Nikolaos made me a true blue Greek Frapp�,
As a farewell drink.
Chelvin came down from Cambridge,
Just to have dinner with us.
But it was worth her effort,
Cos Jia and her caught sight of Cyril,
Whom till then remained a mysterious figure.

Went for Brick Lane festival on Sunday.
The people proudly call themselves Bangra-town.
Curry, naan, chapati, raita, mango lassi...
Really impressive food!
No wonder people say,
That curry in London is fab.
Splurged on a retro Japanese sports jacket,
From a cool shop called Rokit.
When I arrived home,
I realised I didn't really think twice,
When I saw the price tag.

And yesterday the eBay delivery came.
The Ben Sherman shirt is so flowery,
That it reminded me of my grandmother's tops.
OMG hahahaha I can't imagine ever wearing it.

Will post pictures when I find time.

View from the window of my new room.

Wanted to write about the good weekend,
But after 8 hours of cadding,
Over pink+gray+white scanned images,
I feel so damn queasy.

Moving to Southbank tomorrow.
'Dodgy area!!!'
But I'm the Seven Sisters person,
So that should work out fine.
The perks include:
A plus-size single bed,
Zone 1 location (albeit periphery),
View of London Eye...
So, let the drawbacks pass.

Met Phoebe yesterday evening,
To catch The L Word.
Hilariously wicked.

Conversations with Taiwanese colleague.

'I just bought a new Chinese album.'
'Who of?'
'Jay Chou, Zhou Jie Lun.'
'Oh he was my elementary school classmate.'

'Hey let's check out the Chinese CD shop.'
'Oh ok...' - points to Elva Hsiao -
'That was my high school classmate.'

-_-'

Just when we thought summer was over,
All the accumulated sunshine,
Meant for the summer that never was,
Gave its full blast the last 3 days.

Decided against going to Scala on Friday,
Despite the rare chance of going with Phoebe.
Arrived home to hear loud music from the backyard.
Opened the door to witness a live band,
In not mine, but my neighbour's backyard.
A house warming party with the Tube theme,
A good band, and friendly half-drunk people.
Conversation with a few random people -
'So, who do u know from this house?'
'Oh no one! I heard the music and I climbed over/walked in.'

Went flat-hunting on Saturday.
Met a Beijing gal viewing the same room.
'So, are you also interested in the place?'
'Urm I heard there are two gays living in the house...'
'Uh, so? Are you..'
'No no, I don't have anything against them,
Just that you know we might have to share stuff...'
'I am sure they won't use your lipstick.'
Thought about what she said again later,
And I think she was afraid of some diseases.

Regent Street was bursting with energy today,
With the Regent Street Festival,
That had 200 yards of paved lawn.
A bus stop was used to sell Thailand's Chang Beer,
And that brought back some dusty memories,
Of the 2 months in Bangkok 2 years back.

I walked into a lamp post on Saturday.
Was trying to navigate my way around Vauxhall,
Looking for the location of the flatshare on a map.
It hurts, of course.
Only when I met XY did she point out,
That there is a red line running on my scalp.
We couldn't figure out if it was an open wound.

After watching the badly pirated VCD of
Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind,
I conveniently walked to the A&E department,
Which was right beside my current accomodation.

Laceration,
The doctor said.
But we won't be needing any stitches,
As the wound seemed to have closed up on its own,
And there is no more bleeding.
I didn't even realise the impact was so serious,
That my scalp had suffered minor bleeding.
Wow.
And of course,
Mom shouldn't hear about the accident.
It has dried up into a scap-line now anyway.

Went to Oxford with XY on Sunday,
Where we did almost nothing,
Except visit the MOMA,
Which had a moving exhibition ---
Emily Jacir's Where We Come From.
If I could do something for you,
Anywhere in Palestine,
What would it be?

Traded The Alchemist,
For One Hundred Years of Solitude.
A very interesting read.
Hence Fast Food Nation is cast aside.

"It's like an Earthquake."

That's Jos� Arcardio's answer,
To Aureliano's question,
Of what love feels like.