all begins with L

warning: long.

tonight i have successfully resist the temptation
to once again submit myself to a night of mayhem
of which i will have to spend the measly amount of time
i have to recuperate

i do need to see the city in natural light
too much led is no good for the eyes
speaking of which
it is such a bitch to get them contact lenses
apparently it’s illegal to sell them without a proper document
prescribing the degree of my shortsightedness

so yes i have managed find myself a white chapel optometrist
who gave me four days worth of lenses to tie me up visually
before he manages to squeeze me in for an appointment
sometime next week

by then i should be christened the new resident of the south bank
but no thanks to the agent who lost my fax copies of my passports
and therefore delay the entire moving in affair by a week
“sorry, could please re fax the copies”
i am tempted to ask for a two pounds refund
because
a) i do not own a fax machine
b) now i have to walk around again and find a bloody fax machine
c) it cost two pounds to fax a copy of paper in a swanky print store
d) i don’t live next to a print store

within a span of days i have a new roommate
whose name rhymes with mary jane
tempting but shall not
no not her but her name

am in pendulum mood swings to renounce
the gayness status
it’s just too much effort at times
on second thoughts, first weekend of the month
party is next week, queue up

i have finally come around to having a uk bank account
other administrative issues to settle includes
internet subscription for the new home
switch my mobile to a subscription
because the ridiculous amount i spent monthly
on pay as you go
entitles me to an iphone contract

by the way, my favourite places in london
includes the pollock’s toy museum

will reserve another entry about my new home
there’s this whole issue about the fridge
it being too small for antipodean epicureans
and same goes for the washing machine

will need mom to ship my paintings to me. and summer shoes.

i can’t sleep. my head’s running in a spectrum of direction. it has been like that since nine years ago.

butterlies are back. goes to the esophagus this one.

in three days time
it’ll be my second monthlyvesary in london
i’m still househunting and housemate hunting
this city is filled with extremes
creativity, passion, brilliance
living harmoniously with
arrogance, delusion, hedonism

the product, the result
an economy that permeates dreamers with prevailing dreams
regardless

today i went to view a house
in the east, shoreditch to be specific
famous for its streets littered with starving artist
musicians, writers, peeking into white finished gallery windows

he said, i’ve just gotten out of a twelve year depression
when i renounced the idea of being a film maker
i lost this (he pointed) part of my brain
then four years ago, i decided i want to be an artist
i felt reborn, flagging his arms up into the air
voosh, he said

i am obliged to give him that thirty minutes of my attention
after all he poured me a cup of tea,
with a slice of apple pie which he proudly claimed to have acquired daily
for free

stupid, he said, people throw these away

my thirty minutes was up
i gave him my best wishes
not verbally

it scares the shit out of me

not him,
not the pass expired apple pie,
not the neighborhood

dear Q,

hehehehehehehahahahahahehee

hahaha.. hehe.

it has been while darling.

i don’t know how things will unfold, but when it does, it’s magical.
it starts with a thought really, and then a desire.

and then it becomes lust.

a friend in pensive mode said

“…everything i’ve wanted, i’ve gotten, everything i’ve planned is somewhat in course. then come london, it seems as though i have to work a little harder.”

she regurgitated my thoughts and sentiments, exactly.

found a few potential homes, all in the south, a stone throw away from the tate, the bridge and the thames.

i need to live near water.

weed, wine, women

next paycheck will go to the iPhone.

what pisses one off will only make one stronger. don’t need to reach a level of fatality.
eg. arrogance, superiority, social stigma

fuckers.

absolutely adore the hat.

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everyone wants a piece of the snowman.

am utterly pleased that i/ive
a) amazon-ed a china-made cam charger to lola’s place, because i left mine in istanbul
b) transfered 30gb of space to my hard disk
c) have 320gb new space to live with

now all i need/want is/are

d) ear muffs
e) more socks
f) in soles
g) drawing blocks
h) pencils

sculpture + product = my professional quest / present idol

i found a weighing scale in the bathroom.
had a moment of truth.

gulp.

the frenchie has booked her train tic on april 2nd, and booked me a dinner lined up in the front row with kaki king.

yay.

it’s snowing!!!!

i did spit and whine in the morning saying if it’s going to be this cold, god damn it let it snow.
and it did!!!!

i’m happy, just like that.