london

i didnt want to show this fucking ugly pic but aiyah lah, chin chai. how many ppl read this blog anyway. went to this nice cafe at soho. went there b4. very earthy and humble kinda italian deli/cafe. sat next to 2 FAGGOTS and they were like, fucking 'gods and monsters' old whose table was on e outside, as opposed to mine which was next to the wall. so u can imagine e difficulty i had trying to fit my ass through the gap between their table and mine when i went to toilet and returned. at first, they were rather amused, but later on, they looked slightly irritated cos i waited for them to finish talking their lady faggot talk b4 i 'slid' through e gap back to my seat.

fucking fags. anyway, later took a book from the 'book club' - what else? BIRD SONG by sebastian faulker which was what i was lookin for. what coincidence!?! incredible. fucking amazinggggggggggg.

i walked out w the book under my arm and no one stopped me. WAHAHAHAHA.


my friend took this shot just b4 i boarded e fucking train to fucking luton. i first came across this place when i was writing a story about london's luxury hotels n this one would in about 2 years be under the marriott group's renaissance. it's really gorgeous, i think it's even a better sight than the st paul. next to the westminister abbey, i think st pancras chambers building is a must-see sight - stupid tourists in london. go read on e history. it's q amazing and inside, i think even more amazing. the part that wil become e residence suites - i'm thinking, who e fuck's goin to stay in this place it's so frigging old and haunted, my god.



this is the room i stayed in at best western @ paddington shaftsbury. nice nice. turned out nice and inside e room, quite 4-star which i didnt expect cos from e outside, there was a fucking TEMPORARY SIGNBOARD which was more befitting of a frigging grocer.

i think wallpaper is v impt, so is the lighting. absolutely crucial is lighting. the new apt i must have must have great wallpaper and lighting. absolutely.


i saw the CHANEL logo when i was sitting at oxford street's starbucks - one of those and i was thinking: did coco chanel steal this idea from a lamp post in london? hmm...


the bathroom's lovely at the hotel - much nicer than u think from e picture above.

this caffe nero has great memories cos i came here every morning like 7 summers ago. everymonring i would hop over here after buying a newspaper at the opposite safeway and buy a large bottle of a soft drink b4 going down to the basement and sitting there, reading it till about 11am. really fabulous. i miss those days in that i missed talking to jen, a friend whom i made thx to the mornings there and i put here in e novel i wrote. sigh...too bad, we are not in touch anymore but i made anther one at warwick - EMMA!

this morning when i walked back from the hotel, along edgware road to oxford street, it was a walk down memory lane. nice. somehow didnt feel e gritty thing about the street, as opposed to luton's arndale mall (yucks).

i find london nice, refreshing from luton's dull, grim yucky reality. but somehow, today whe i walking down oxford street, specifically regent street, after coming out of ZARA n not buying anything, i felt kinda depressed and that was when i kinda understood y. that london made me, kinda, feel worthless, like i'm not good enough for myself cos of what i wa wearing. thx to the city's super rich, i think things are very different now for people in e uk. investments, etc...tax loopholes...

i think london i a place where u lose your soul and you stock up on sins. it's a hedonistic paradise where u can get whatever u want, if u have $ and nothing if you have some (yes, only some).