Spent all morning at Chris’s trying to recuperate from last night. Honestly got sooo hammered, but it was fckn fun! I was so drunk/hungover when I got up that I was not entirely coherent. hahaha
Taken by Afsar. Like!!
I think most of u who know me well would know that I’m one of the pickiest eaters in the world. And though I can quite comfortably blame my mother for spoiling me, I really don’t like being picky. So in an attempt to make myself a ‘better person’, I’ve been slowly training myself to be more accepting of certain foods. I’m quite happy with my progress so far :D
One thing I’ve noticed since I got here is the following conversations that seem to repeat themselves amongst different people:
X = the other person.
1. I have taste in music.
(insert random conversation about music/gigs)
X: I have to say I’m surprised.
X: You actually have proper taste in music.
Me: !!! Did you ever think otherwise?
X: Well, yes. I thought you’d listen to rubbish, like Steph.
2. I’m a smoker.
X: Lets go for a smoke. / Cigarette? / Have you got a light?
Me: Nah, I don’t smoke.
X: Yes you do.
Me: No I don’t.
X: No no, I’ve seen you smoke.
Me: When have you ever seen me smoke?
X: Nooooooo I swear I saw you smoke at… (insert O_O face)
3. Stella talk
Me: Yes please! I’ll have a Stella
Standard response 1: Ade, you’re a man!!!
Standard response 2: Stella? Respect. You know they call it the wifebeater beer, don’t you?
Standard response 3: Only true alcoholics drink Stella, I like you.
Made a superawesome reunion dinner for the family (mei counts ok!) last night. Finally managed to get everyone together at the same time and it was pretty nice, even though it was only abt an hour and a half before Mei & I had to run off for drinks. See how we’ve got a proper kitchen and dining table now? Me likey.
So… on to more serious things. London has honestly been such a haze. There’s just always something to do and time really fckn flies here. But sometimes when I do get a quiet moment and reflect, I still feel like this whole experience is so surreal. I mean.. the idea of leaving sg was practically planted in my head from the day I was born. And everything has just been leading up to this. And considering that this whole plan was self-generated, I guess I always had it in my head that I would do some rubbish job, have fun, run out of money, beg my parents for a loan, be a hobo and then head back to sg once my visa expires. Essentially, I always had it in my head that the idea of failing, gracefully or not, was an eventuality.
I think it only just clicked, after I had a proper talk with my boss the other day, that I am actually living here, surviving even. I’m paying rent and on my own two feet and all in a foreign country. How weird is that? It suddenly dawned on me that everything has just been kind of, unfolding in front of me in a very good way. And it’s made me feel like I’m just.. incredibly lucky. In fact, I’m starting to think I’ve just been incredibly lucky all my life. I’m grateful for everyone I know and everything I have (especially my Mum). And of course, even though I’m paying her back for everything, I have to be fucking grateful for my sister’s couch, and for all the immeasurable support from everyone.
But. Before I start praising the lord for all this awesomeness, I have to say that it is mildly frustrating to be so fckn ambivalent all the time. Though I’m sure most of you who live overseas are way more familiar with these feelings than I am, being stuck between two places. But ah well.. it’s not like I didn’t see it coming. And this is kind of what I wanted, to be a gypsy of sorts. lol I am quite stoked to start traveling though, now that I’ve sorted things out a bit.
Next stop: Istanbul + Berlin!
P/S: Kinda keen to try traveling alone as well. I feel quite inspired by Mei!
<3 <3 <3 !
Ok sorry once again for the lack of updates. I’ve just been too busy having fun, as usual. It’s funny cos most of the time I’ve been here has been spent with friends visiting London and running all over the place, I haven’t really had all that much time to rest. Now, when it comes to sleep I really feel like I’ll just take what I can get and fuck the rest.
Soooo.. for those of you who don’t already know, I got a job at this neat little agency called Impero Design. It’s funny cause the agency’s so small and cosy that it feels just like it did when I first started working at Manic (though obviously they aren’t nearly as awesome as J&K). But we do share the office with 4-5 other small companies so there’s always a good level of buzz going on. Everyone seems quite down to earth and fun so far, aaand! I haven’t fucked anything up. Yet. haha plus at 5 o’clock one of the guys came round taking beer orders and then everyone went up to this greaaat roof-terrace where we all just sat around and drank together.
But obviously, I’m not quite ready to give up my awesome hobo lifestyle, so for now I’m sort of working part-time for them on a day-rate. But we’ll see how things go.. I’m still quite torn between security and fun. Guess I’ll just keep my options open for now.
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David returns to London after a weekend away in Germany!
Ahhhhhhhh!! I fucking love Pitbulls!
Europe’s won my head, but Asia owns my heart.
I miss CBCO ):