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| killers. british sea power. alphabeat. merriweather. guetta. hayes. AAR. paloma faith. noah&thewhale. caleb followill. muse. grand archives. frankmusik. lil A. gomezzzzzzzz. kooks. mraz. brandon boyd. florence&themachine. chester french. PSB. fratellis. cudi. arctic monkeys. flaming lips. little boots. fedde le grand. cobra starship. jamie t. kills. jet. noisettes. prodigy. dizzee. tiesto. mayer. twang. metrostation. paramore. kasabian. joy division. death cab. calvin harris. athlete. laroux. holloways.
i love my speakers
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| this is one of those nights i am so drained & shattered i just don't want to do anything but sit on my arse & listen to gomez.
today i spent half the time learning about politics. great fun! don't mind it really, afterall it's my choice, but cramming it all in a friday isn't quite fair. i really need to reschedule my weekly plans, i can't go on like this. i don't have enough time, and for once i actually want to spare more time to read, for school or pleasure. i am so out of it.
so life's been quite busy & i am glad it is, keeps my mind off the nothingness i'd been annoyed with. 2nd year of uni is a lot less exciting than the 1st, sucks in a way, but then i kinda like the transition, i feel like i have to start taking things seriously, and again, that occupies my mind & give me practical goals to look forward to... so it's all good.
last week dave from cov came to visit, and i had a great time.
woo!
oh how i miss England & all my friends there. funny i didn't blog about my trip in detail, only about how strangely depressed i felt afterwards lol, so i might just add a few things here.
i don't think there's one day i don't think about my awesome adventures.
the day i met the band as well as chris w, was purely incredible. and the day that followed, because i felt very accomplished to have found my way to the hair salon in notting hill on a rainy day when the tubes were on strike. & getting a very expensive haircut/dye was painfully satisfying. oh yes it was.
one day in leeds i almost destroyed my suitcase by stupidly pushing it out on the road just when the bus was coming. the bus did hit it a little and left some scratches but mehhh it could've been a lot worse lol. it was quite funny actually. and when i got on the bus i saw a man riding on a bike with one hand holding a suitcase (a small one with wheels), going down a slope?! wtf hahah, i was well impressed.
well there's too much to tell really, it would take days. but you get the idea. it was all good. all so very good.
my head hurts.
this is a bit too much for me. but i don't see a break happening any time soon. and i am skint (what an awesome word).
i miss those smokey times in the morning (when we don't remember a thinggg), in the park, on the busy streets of London, at the back of the club & in the garden.
malibu pineapple/orange. mmmmmmm.
HE'S SO HOT, still. oh brighton.
what a shame :p
mmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmm
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yawns
i got work tomorrow. why?
i've gotta make this stop.
'cause I need more times like this.
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| COURSE SELECTION!
finally something i am quite excited about. i know what i want to do but i only just realised there are some adjustments to be made, but it should be alright. new year!!! no more chinese! no more science! no more IT! no more sillyness!!! need to keep up my grades and do even better. shall be fun.
i am so sleepy.
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| time to blog me thinks.
 i've been trying to keep my mind off this nothingness i been left with after my 5.5-week adventure in the UK, and i have found a few things to do:
- rewatch my favourite TV shows
- a 'teaching assistant' job which is more appropriate to be reffered as babysitting
- aaaaand that's about it.
if i am honest, i am really not happy to be back here. i am not upset, but definitely not happy. i find it so hard to be excited for things now, probably because i have so much time on my hands, and i feel like i have to wait so long for anything to happen. i do still have my fun times, like the pool party in the weekend was awesome & i especially enjoyed the late night picnic with Kahlua. but then i was brought back into this empty little space. this is quite bad, and i'm probably the one to blame. who travels all over a country on the other side of the world alone - making stops at over 10 cities, sees different faces every day, meets rockstars (:P), stays with people who some she had never met before, and doesn't go home until 5-freaking weeks later (& not having had enough)? there was too much going on. too much awesomeness going on. and when i am back, i feel like it's all been taken away from me. it drives me a little crazy. i remember the evening i was leaving London. it was quite lonely, although i was already used to traveling solo. i was dreading to leave, actually dreading. i thought of the remaining summer days, i was unbothered. i felt zero excitement. it was like going from one extreme to the other, in the wrong way. when i came home, everything was so familiar, it was weird. you'd think being away from home for such a long time, seeing all these things again would confuse you a little. that's how i'd normally feel after a trip. but not this time. everything looked like i had seen them just a week ago. that 5 weeks was like the ride i went on at Alton Towers. Oblivion. it went in such high speed & thrill, it left you feeling oblivious. the name for the ride was very appropriate, afterwards i was like - what just happened?! and thinking of my journey now, i feel almost the same, except i do remember many of the details of my adventure. it just leaves me feeling a little lost, even though i am back in a totally familiar environment. that's why i can't quite figure out the mood i am in (besides extremely bored). last year i was pretty depressed and i cried a lot just thinking about england & my friends. this year i just been drinking a lot of tea, not shedding a tear lol. one thing i am sure is that, i haven't had enough. this is not like 'sik jai jor' - eating too much you lose your will to live - because if someone offers to take me back to England right now, i wouldn't say no (excluding the practical considerations... i hate those). by the way, where the hell is Dave? he's my best friend over there and i am in dire need of a chat. ohhh well. i think i need distractions. i need some new temptations. i need some fascination. what a great song, btw.
so 5 weeks, what the hell happened?
check out pictures on facebook.
& there's more than that. but i can't show you, because it's private & safely kept :)
England (and a bit of Scotland) & friends, I miss you so fucking much!
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|  one of my favourite things to do is discovering new music that just hits me right in the head and keeps me obsessed for the rest of the day, sometimes longer. it doesn't happen all the time, I've gotta say, but when it does, it is gooood.
what happened to the font choices btw?
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