10 - 12 January, London

--The Swan Lake, English Natoinal Ballet




Shibboleth, by Doris Salcedo (Tate Modern)

by Cristian Mungiu (Romania)

Marble Arch, Royal Albert Hall, Natural History Museum, Hyde Park, waiting, British Museum,

in london

...managed to find my way to the hostel in south kensington, but when i tried to walk from here again to islington i failed... simply too far... mates thought that was a silly attempt for me... they did not know i was even more tense when taking the bus...

and at the gig there was the worst ever band playing right after my friends' band... awful feeling... i thought if i were in a band like that i would probably kill the other members (esp the singer) or myself... yes, it was that bad...

then, just then, while i was walking toward kings cross, i noticed a man was following me, because he copied my pace... i remained cautious but i was feeling ok too because it was a busy road anyway... london is after all unlike our safe old York...

earlier i met two of my roommates, pretty ladies, i hope i won't wake them up when i return to the room in a bit... looking forward to the very legendary breakfast in a few hours!

what a waste of my london time... staying up here blogging... good night everyone...

Back in London

Perhaps it was because I was thinking of you, freely wandering about in your city, we bumped into each other, just like that...

And it was in that bookshop.

I would've taken another route, having trodden on Tottenham Court Road in the morning already...but I didn't.

What an amazing afternoon! Sorry I wasn't there when you were down, but I admire your courage and I wish I could be like you. Stay happy and teach me how.

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I liked that this person at the German embassy said to me 'how are you this morning?' That French person last year did not even cast a look at me, and that Italian two years ago told me off... It was cheerful too that this girl sitting next to me was working on a painting she carried with her. I wish, if I were an artist of some sort, that I could be so generous and let others observe me while I work.

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At the hostel.

It was a different experience to me last night at the 13-bed mixed dorm: if it wasn't a scene in my nightmare, I think in the middle of the night a boy woke up or perhaps still half asleep, pissed on the sink in the dorm room, and soon after that a person woke me up again by making noises from his/her sick body. Not very exciting but to my surprise this did not annoy me too much. I just fell asleep again although they made the room smell slightly bad. Although it did cross my mind that someone might steal my iPod while I was sleeping, I did tell myself to have some trust in people, especially backpackers, just like I trusted the taxi driver who drove me all the way back from Sheffield the other night, just before dawn...

And I trusted my own sense of direction... walking from Bloomsbury to Belgravia, then back to the West End, and then King's Cross again... I must to bed now... must...

the London gig photos by Sigur Ros

20060328 london
Originally uploaded by sigur-ros.co.uk.

Please go to the following link to see more photos of the gig.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/sigurros/sets/72057594095140528/

SIGUR RÓS (London)

SIGUR ROS
Originally uploaded by androidwy.

Saw the superb gig on 29 March 2006, London Hammersmith Apollo. (SOLD OUT!!)

To be honest, seeing this gig made me want to totally quit playing musical instruments... coz no matter how hard I try... (not all together a bad thing, i tell you)

I thought hoppípolla would be the song that I would've most enjoyed listening to live, but the one impressed me the most was the ending song (it was new stuff, right? i was so thrilled, I forgot which song that was..) and the one I was the most pleased to hear was olsen olsen from the untitled album.

I finally figured out what Hopelandic was. I really always thought they were always singing in Icelandic and also a dialect called Hopelandic.

Sigur Rós = born-to-be-musicians

Jónsi's voice might not be everyone's favourite, but he sounded almost angelic to me...in a good sense. (forgive my very inarticulate explanation) Orri was incredible too... I think... Ahhhhh, I don't know how many of you would understand or even care what I'm talking about here, what I thought what I felt what I saw what I heard, how come after the gig i could walk back to my friend's place in London in pouring rain but didn't mind it at all, wasn't scared at all, and during those hours what was in my mind



For some reasons the sound in the venue in Liverpool last Nov was better...