London Luff
Hi guys!
Rugby world cup was shit. Match was horribly boring, and although South Africa won, the streets of London were so deserted I kinda regretted not seeing England win to see how the party revellers would have indulged in. Even brought my camera along but all I got was a very muted response from the Boks' fans, possibly out of respect or fear for their lives, and hardly any English people walking about.
Just attended some Singaporean party last night. Was shit, surprise surprise. Well that's because I don't like clubbing anyway, so I went to shuttle off to the Korean party next door and WHOOAAAa. That was amazing haha. FEELECTRO!!! Total big difference, but it was kind of surreal going into a party and seeing yellows all around but yet hearing them speak a different language again. Got into the VIP room too for free haha. You could feel an entire culture difference between the Singaporean party and the Korean party..
I think I have found new meaning in clubbing, if I ever go again. Being in London has unleashed the even bigger cockster in me, (as if it was big enough) and now whenever if I go clubbing I'll be sure to bring / wear something spastic. Yesterday I was wearing a ridiculously huge pair of sunglasses (like those from toy joke stores). Plus all I do is just go around photographing as well, so that's fun too. Totally new meaning, and when I sit at the side and see everyone grind the fuck out of each other, I'm totally repulsed. (GO NIGEL!!) If we go clubbing in Singapore, I'll be sure to wear something ridiculous like a shirt coated in aluminium foil. Being the part of the clown has always been so enjoyable.
While walking to school today, (yes the freezing weather is such a bitch) I got myself thinking: Why do I think the way about relationships and girls. Why am I just so nua and unreceptive / non-proactive at all. Is it because I just can't be bothered? Uninformed? Misguided? Afraid, and if so what of? Rejection, commitment? Why am I aloof to strangers that you meet for the first time really for those within our age group, and yet so friendly to everyone that I see randomly. Am I afraid that looking too friendly makes me Mr. Fwenly and look stupid and desperate?
Points to ponder whilst on the cold trek home. I LOVE MY HOME!!!!!!
Rugby world cup was shit. Match was horribly boring, and although South Africa won, the streets of London were so deserted I kinda regretted not seeing England win to see how the party revellers would have indulged in. Even brought my camera along but all I got was a very muted response from the Boks' fans, possibly out of respect or fear for their lives, and hardly any English people walking about.
Just attended some Singaporean party last night. Was shit, surprise surprise. Well that's because I don't like clubbing anyway, so I went to shuttle off to the Korean party next door and WHOOAAAa. That was amazing haha. FEELECTRO!!! Total big difference, but it was kind of surreal going into a party and seeing yellows all around but yet hearing them speak a different language again. Got into the VIP room too for free haha. You could feel an entire culture difference between the Singaporean party and the Korean party..
I think I have found new meaning in clubbing, if I ever go again. Being in London has unleashed the even bigger cockster in me, (as if it was big enough) and now whenever if I go clubbing I'll be sure to bring / wear something spastic. Yesterday I was wearing a ridiculously huge pair of sunglasses (like those from toy joke stores). Plus all I do is just go around photographing as well, so that's fun too. Totally new meaning, and when I sit at the side and see everyone grind the fuck out of each other, I'm totally repulsed. (GO NIGEL!!) If we go clubbing in Singapore, I'll be sure to wear something ridiculous like a shirt coated in aluminium foil. Being the part of the clown has always been so enjoyable.
While walking to school today, (yes the freezing weather is such a bitch) I got myself thinking: Why do I think the way about relationships and girls. Why am I just so nua and unreceptive / non-proactive at all. Is it because I just can't be bothered? Uninformed? Misguided? Afraid, and if so what of? Rejection, commitment? Why am I aloof to strangers that you meet for the first time really for those within our age group, and yet so friendly to everyone that I see randomly. Am I afraid that looking too friendly makes me Mr. Fwenly and look stupid and desperate?
Points to ponder whilst on the cold trek home. I LOVE MY HOME!!!!!!
posted by PENISIL @ 3:42 PM
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