Scrawled in black marker, on a shop window down the street:

The guy who works here is a fukin BABE!!!! Call me (insert number of hysterical female ( Read more... )

Bent, rustly flowers, a candy-floss bucket; cinema tickets, newspaper pull-outs; I never throw away anything you give me.

Sometimes I experience an unmistakeable sense of how young I am, in the grander scheme of things. Or rather, how terribly, laughably young I must seem, to so many others. It's funny because I've never considered youth one of my key traits, but it's probably more striking than many others ( Read more... )

Something trivial I realised today, while perusing an Ellsworth Kelly exhibition (which I loved): my issue with art I could make myself (an estimated 70% of modern work) doesn't revolve around it not being art, but rather, the fact it shouldn't cost thousands of pounds!

From what I gather, an object can be overwhelmingly good, conceptually, but ( Read more... )

Reliable sources have informed me that my recent post has inspired a diatribe, by a person I haven't spoken to in years, but who apparently still reads my blog (on a regular basis). I strongly suspect she thinks I am launching a personal attack on her, when I am doing anything but; for the main reason that I prefer discussing nationwide phenomena, ( Read more... )

This is something I've talked about with several friends, so I've finally decided to make a post. In short: I don't get Singaporeans who, in a flash of sophisticated cosmopolitan superiority, start disclaiming their heritage and spend tedious hours complaining about how awful the country is and how unfortunate it is to live there ( Read more... )

...as told by good old Belle & Sebastian. I stole the idea from carnival_esque.

You wrote a book about yourself ( Read more... )

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When A Man Hasn't Been KissedWhen I haven't been kissed in a long time ( Read more... )

Today, I had a hearty (if very overpriced) Arabic meal, passive-smoked mint shisha, and revelled in the comfortable inertia only a dim room with ceiling fans and swaying lampshades can offer.

Also, in Borders, somebody apparently readied himself to hit on me, but steered clear after assuming I was gay.