Statement of Fact

I swear that I have become very reliant on my phone and on my computer ever since I've set foot on London.

If for a unfortunate reasons I do not have access to either, or both. Death would be preferable.

London's West End

Out, Wicked. In Les Miserables!

Empty Tables at Empty Tables - Les Miserables - Michael Ball



Let's hear it for the Asian :)

On My Own - Les Miserables - Lea Salonga



Bring Him Home - Les Miserables - Colm Wilkinson

Request

I wanted something. So the lady at the reception told me that I had to put in a formal request.

I did.

I took the form, and I filled it in with a pen.

Name, Date of birth, Gender, Request (in not more than 50 words).

I signed at the bottom of the form and handed it to the receptionist.

Being the serpent she was, she used it for toilet paper.

So she told me I had to put in a proper request. I requested for the form once more, and laid my request down on paper with the very same pen, writing the very same words.

I handed it over, but the receptionist's superiors weren't any better.

They decided to "go green", and along with the paper trail leading to incriminating evidence that they had embezzled money from their corporation, they shredded and recycled by written request.

Request in pulp. That was my request.

"Make a formal request by filling in this form" Serpentine said.

I nodded, whipped out the pocket blade and sliced through my arteries. The contract of blood they wanted was made.

Blood that couldn't wipe anything clean, blood that cannot be recycled.

I bled to my death on the receptionist's desk.

She was still trying to wake me up, so that I could put in a written request, because the last one got lost in translation.


Last Request - Paolo Nutini

Christmas

Christmas is approaching. Last I noticed, christmas lights and decorations are being put up all over the city. Let's just spread the yuletide cheer well in advance this year.

Merry Ex-mas - Tori Mclachlan

Drain that Blood. Bleed. Bleed out. Die.

There's this new-found craze over vampires lately. The oh-so-average Twilight stuff. Edward Cullen's seriously overrated. Then there's The Vampire Diaries. Oh gosh, they really had to unearth L.J. Smith's soppy teenage vamp novels from ancient history. The only thing probably worth watching would be 'True Blood'. Even so, Season 2 was slightly too draggy to be considered anywhere close to the masterpiece Season 1 was.

But the only thing worth considering is the fact that our obsession with vampire probably reflects our inner demons. We want blood. We want to bleed out each and every thing (or person) that stands in our way.

We don't want to just throw a punch to knock out that adversary. We want blood, and we will get blood. We want all of it, and we'll drain all of it. Bleed, people, bleed.

Haemoglobin-driven.

New Moon's going to be awful.

Bleeding Love - Jamie Scott

The Killers Live From Abbey Road '09

Sometimes, we can lay off the darkness of death and sorrow, and indulge in some feel-good, cheesy, corny music

Michael Bublé - "Haven't Met You Yet"



Used to love his music loads. Now, I get slightly amused by his work.

Well, he's a terrific singer and all, but his music is a little too formulaic. It's all simple (sometimes addictively catchy) tunes that recount cheesy, corny romantic experiences. But people just lap it up.

This disturbs me.