Sunday, May 29, 2011

Friday, May 27, 2011


it is not enough to just be

i must keep expecting more from myself, more than anybody else ever will. if i don't swim harder i will eventually drown...

things just aren't terribly fun these days, but reading philosophy gives me peace.


Saturday, May 21, 2011

shitty days shitty pix

DONE WITH ECONOMICS. I have a philosophy exam in 10 days. Last night I got refused entry to a casino because I didn't have photo ID. Today we went to Store Street Espresso, checked out hipsters, talked about the future, ate sushi for dinner and now the guys are bitching at each other over Scrabble.

Hope the new layout works for you guys :)


Ex-political prisoner speaks out in Singapore (Banned in Singapore) from sotong on Vimeo.


1. The Cult of Beauty - The Aesthetic Movement 1860 - 1900 @ Victoria and Albert Museum
3. Miro @ Tate Modern
4. Ai Wei Wei @ Lisson Gallery
5. Ai Wei Wei's Zodiac Heads @ Somerset House
6. What does it mean to be You? @ Royal Society of Arts

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Magic Tape Eleven by TheMagician

I really need to go out, do something, take some photographs, lie in the grass, take the thoughts out of my head and throw it into the Thames river. Fill the emptiness with loud music and alcohol and start living again.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Tobin's Q

sometimes you're in the middle of a conversation and you just say something with the most casual intentions - but as it comes out of your throat into your mouth and into being it suddenly grabs you almost violently and before you even know it you're feeling something which you felt a really long time ago. Whatever it is, you thought it had left you completely but as things turned out it never went anywhere, and neither did you.

Saturday, May 14, 2011


o god could june come any sooner i badly need some proper chill time

Tuesday, May 10, 2011



This morning I dreamt I was in bed but my bed had moved onto a beach, near the water. It was a relatively crowded beach with lots of deckchairs and people lazing around. I was looking at what seemed to be an albatross flying around the sea, and it was flying closer and closer. The whole time I kept thinking about Inception and how if you find yourself in a situation where you have no idea how you got there, you're probably dreaming. The thing is, in the dream I felt absolutely certain that I knew how I got there. Not that I ever believed in logical dreams anyway.

Anyway I was talking about the bird. It was flying lower and after a while I could see that he wasn't an albatross, more like a giant condor with a bigger wingspan and slimmer build sort of. It had glossy black feathers which had a purple/greenish shine and for some reason it was looking for me. I was pretending to sleep in my bed and peeking at it through my duvet as it stood in front of me in the water. Then it came up to my bed and covered me with its massive wings. I thought it was trying to scoop me up which wouldn't have worked given my weight so I wasn't scared. Nothing happened for a few moments, and then I woke up.

Monday, May 9, 2011

[3:25:08 PM] Marcu s Ho:


n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
starting to miss home ):



Funny how I missed another Eurostar train again which ended up with us reaching Paris at about 7am and staying there for 2 days. Still it was wonderful stomping around Rue St Honore and Le Marais with my lovely sisters. Paris is so lovely in Spring when the days are just starting to get longer.

The funniest thing happened on our last night when we were waiting for our train. A nice Rastafarian black gentleman bet 200 euros that we were selling weed but sadly we were not. I suppose there are a lot of Asian girl drug dealers in Paris...? Must have been the unicorn shirt.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011


I added some links at the bottom of the page, largely for my own self-reference but they are all quite pleasant London/Singapore/Fashion/Food/Coolness related sort of websites/blogs.


It was such a wonderful day until we missed our Eurostar train back to London and had to spend the night in a cheap hotel in Gare du Nord. Should have taken some photos there for memories.. it was the strangest room, the kind you'd expect people to write horror stories about.