ObscureAzure

2007-07-27T15:19:00.001+01:00

2007-07-27T14:42:00.000+01:00

I'm so stupid. Hilarious. But stupid.

I had a telephone interview today for a position as a full time cashier at a bank. And, as it was a full-time position I decided to keep the whole still being at uni thing on the low down. I was planning on un-full-timing myself sometime nearer to October.

So anyway...the interviewer asked me about why I'd applied for said position, what I hoped to gain from it, and then asked me about my career goals and where I hoped to go.

Naturally I panicked, because, Cardio-thoracic surgeon is not the answer I think she was looking for...so I said that one day I aspire to be a Branch Manager or Regional Manager.

Oops.

My mum found it very, very amusing, and couldn't even re-tell the story to my gran without laughing into her coffee for a good minute before.

Shit.

So anyway, they've asked me for a real interview now. Though I obviously can't go can I?

To add to this, I spent part of this morning with the Yellow Pages on my lap, ringing various recruitment agencies. We'll see where forwarded CVs take me.

Eugh.

It's not that I need the money, though obviously it would really help. It's just that I can't stand being bored.
I'm a really social person, and very creative and can't stand not doing anything.

This is the same little predicament I was in last summer. Though then everything was nowhere.

I really need to take charge of my life. Be more independent. More adult. There isn't much I can do right now because life here is like someone has hit the pause button.

But when I get back to London. I need to find a creative and enjoyable part time job, minimum contract, to keep going under my studies. So that next year, I can live and work in the Dizzle.

2007-07-24T18:10:00.000+01:00

Being bored is dangerous.

I'm trying not to endanger myself. So far so good. The internet isn't helping. It's too tempting to plunge into a fabricated world of 0s and 1s as a substitute of the world I'm missing. Living vicariously through others isn't cool either. Can't let that happen. I feel a bit out of touch even though I don't seem to be missing anything. The weather was good today. Actually had a bit of sun. I don't like being so cut off from everyone. I miss the countryside. I miss friends. Before they changed. And for some reason I seem to want to push away from others. I want to dye my hair again. And grow it. But first get it cut. I'm trying to make what I am into what I long for. It's wrong.I really need to take charge of my life. Be more independent. Take more risks. Stop wanting the comfort and then regretting it when it smothers me.

2007-07-24T16:35:00.001+01:00

girl is wicked.

2007-07-24T14:22:00.000+01:00

I'm back in my bedroom at home. It feels weird. It's not like I just got back after years away or anything. It just felt a little reminicent because I walked in, sat down at my desk, and turned on the radio, and it all felt very teenage.

Weird.

Anyway, so yes, I'm back. And I'm not going to tell you how India was, because frankly, I've told so many people now, I can't be bothered. All I'm going to say is that it was an adventure. I definately want to go back. But not under the same circumstances.

Now I'm facing the same old soul-crushingly depressing chore of trying to find a job in this two-bit town I called home. I'm being mean. I do love the little L, just not when I'm stuck here.

I applied for a job at the H&M here and was told I dont have enough experience. This is a year after the LONDON STORE asked me for an interview. The LONDON STORE which is far busier, and has a much higher turnover and thus is far more demanding.
And if no one gives you a chance, how the fuck are you meant to get any experience?!

Apparently my housemate who owns our flat told my other housemate that we can move in whenever we want but I can't get in contact with him to confirm this. I think he's gone on holiday. I really hope this is true because I will be moving in faster than you can say Pseudohyperparathyroidism.

Now I dont know whether to play PC games, or read Harry Potter 7. Hmmm.

Also, I've ordered a pair of Puma Running shoes (see below). Can't wait till they arrive. Must. Get. Fit. Soon.

That's it for now.

2007-07-23T22:57:00.002+01:00

lets run

2007-06-29T15:31:00.000+01:00

"If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India!"

"India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition. Our most valuable and most astrictive materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only!"

"So far as I am able to judge, nothing has been left undone, either by man or nature, to make India the most extraordinary country that the sun visits on his rounds. Nothing seems to have been forgotten, nothing overlooked."

"In India, I found a race of mortals living upon the Earth, but not adhering to it, inhabiting cities, but not being fixed to them, possessing everything, but possessed by nothing"

On Tuesday I'm flying to India for two and a half weeks of travelling.
Gujarat. Mumbai. Pune. Kerela.

It's very slowly starting to hit me.
India has been somewhere I've always, always wanted to go.

I can't wait.

2007-06-26T16:10:00.001+01:00

Last night I spent my evening buying travel insurance and filling out an application form for a Visa from the Indian Embassy.

I know, I can't believe it either!

The Last Day

2007-06-25T13:54:00.000+01:00

Friday. June 23rd. Judgement day.

It had arrived. The day we'd all been waiting for. The last day in halls, and also the day we get our results. They day to make or break our summers.

I woke up and my first thought was prayers for luck, well actually it was "oh shit" as I scrambled for my phone to read the time, but after that.

I couldn't be late as I was meeting my housemates-to-be at our flat-to-be for a viewing. One of my housemates surprised us with an email a few days earlier saying that his parents have bought a 4-bed flat, so that's our accom sorted!

After checking out the flat we went for a coffee in the starbucks next door (I'm so going to be there every morning!), for a catch-up until midday-ish when I left them to come back to halls as I was meant to be having lunch with ScrubsGirl and IndieKid (C and A). An attempt to consume the rest of our food before moving out.

The 3 of us had planned to go shopping in Central for the day to keep our minds off results which were being released from 3pm onwards but IndieKid had to go see a house so instead, after our mammoth omlette, we all went to Ken High for a browse.

When IndieKid had to go, ScrubsGirl and I made our way to Carnaby Street - I wanted to go to the American Apparel store.
One purchase (my amazingly nice new favourite blue hoody) later, we people-dodged our way back to Oxford Circus and thought we'd take a peek in TopShop/Man.

I was browsing in Topman when I got a call from a friend telling me she'd passed and got a merit. She asked where I was and why and then asked me to let her know how I did when I got my results.
As soon as I put the phone down my stomach began to turn, "fuck!", I thought, "I'm going home!".
I was already on the escalators when I rang SG, and we arranged to meet at the doors, both wanting to get home as soon as possible after hearing that.

By the time we got on the bus she'd already had two phonecalls informing us that so and so had passed or got merits or failed certain papers.

The sick feeling was just getting worse...

For what seemed like the longest and most memorable bus journey in the world the two of us talked about results, recieved phonecalls from friends, and worried and hoped...

I got a call from IK when we were about 10 minutes away informing us that he'd passed everything which was good, but I was just dying after that call. The woman sitting next to SG finally understood why we were freaking out when I told SG, "IK passed everything", but still continued to give us strange looks.

Finally we got home. I got to my room. Opened up my laptop. Logged in to my email account. There it was - Year 1 unofficial results.

Oh god oh god oh god. Please please please!

Click...

...

...

[Azuric Obscure] - | pass | pass | pass | pass | pass |

I physically could not believe it. I had passed every single paper. Me. First time. No resits. It was unbelieveable.

SG was laptop-less as hers was being repaired so I let her check hers in my room, and thankfull she had passed all of them too.
Both of us were so shocked and relieved. IK got back minutes later. I was so happy that the three of us had all passed everything first time. And as hard and horrible as it was, revising and going through it all together, made it so fun.

I rang my mum to let her know after...

Me [in a sad voice]: Hey
Her: How was it?
Me [still sounding down]: Sigh... I worked so hard, and...every single one...
Her [sounding alarmed]: What? All of them?!
Me {sounding as if I was about to cry]: Yeah, every single paper.... ....I PASSED!!
Her: *deafening screams* - I actually had to hold the phone away from my ear.

She did tell me off for being evil after the praise and congratulations...but it was hilarious.

How strange...just before I wrote this, I turned on the radio, and the first song to be played was Teardrop - Massive Attack.

This song has so much meaning now. I smile everytime I hear it. And like a certain someone said, the storm and dark clouds of uncertainty have passed, and all of a sudden I'm standing in a field of sunshine.

It all feels very sureal.

2007-06-20T12:01:00.000+01:00

That's it.

The photos, posters, and other crap have come down and the walls are back to bare.
Suitcases are ready by the door.

I've just a couple more days left in London.

It hadn't really hit until today.
I was lying in bed (pretty much all I do these days), recovering from the Ball the night before when this song, which I've heard many times before, came on the radio, and only this time did I properly catch the lyrics, and take it in...

Once more just before Im leaving
Torn on the platform
Once more just before Im leaving
Torn on the platform

Cos Ill miss you and I love you
I know this is over for now
Cos I miss you, ohh, how I miss you
Youre not my girl you're my town

A weekend away, leave the city today
Dont want the big smoke to leave me behind...

I just can't believe that already my first year at uni is over.

Where the hell did it go?!

And I know that so much has happpened in this past year, so many amazing, challenging, fun and exciting experiences.
There've been up's and there've been downs, but I've loved the whole thing.
I really wouldn't change anything.
It's weird that it's so hard to remember it all, but I guess when you're having fun...time just flies.

At the same time as it feeling that it's just flown past, it also feels like we've all always been here, and that I've known these people for years.
School and A-levels seem so long ago. So distant. So childish.

Ah London. How much I love you. I really just don't want to leave.

I've had an infactuation with this city for a long time, I don't know why, but I was drawn to it.
I really wanted to come and study here.
I knew this is where I wanted to end up.

Ever since my GCSE's, when I grew up a bit and became focused and ambitious my dreams had involved this place.
My mum always tells me that I dream too much, but like his wickedness, Dizzee Rascal, said, "if you don't have a dream, then how' you gonna have a dream come true?"

And now, finally getting here, and living the city life...I can see why Londoners love it so much.
It actually is it's own little world.
So different to the rest of England.

Well, I guess there's comfort in the fact that I'll (hopefully) be back in 3 months, if not before.

Cos my
Eyes, eyes, eyes
Are not
Dry, dry, dry
As I
Realise, ise, ise
That in a few minutes this train will be gone
Sighs, sighs, sighs
City
Fly's, fly's, fly's
Wonder
Why, why, why
Would anyone want to leave where I come from?

2007-06-13T21:53:00.000+01:00

Eugh.

I'm so pissed off.

Life is such a bitch.

Remember that date I told you about ageees ago?
Well I finally had it today - a drink, well 3 to be precise, in Westminster.

And after all this time, getting to know the person online, we actually meet, and I'm not attracted to them physically.
There was no sexual attraction at all.
Nothing.
Nada.
Zilch.

How annoying. Back to the drawing board.

Grr! Why can't I just someone nice and be happy.

:-(

2007-06-07T12:37:00.000+01:00

I'm free!

I love this song. And not just because of the video. It's just a great, happy, summer track.

2007-05-29T12:59:00.001+01:00

Revision induced boredom + Hadouken! + an array of Stabilo Boss sticks =

I ran out of blue high-lighters, how ironic.

Just 8 days till I'm free to make my customised H! t-shirt,
just 10 days till I see them live

Feeling the burn

2007-05-26T12:07:00.000+01:00

These exams are the hardest thing I've ever, ever had to do.

I could never have imagined how hard this was going to be.

I've had insomnia because of exams before, and the obvious stress-rages, but today I was so stressed, pressured, and worried that I rang home in search of comfort.
Then from nowhere, mid conversation with my mum about their plans for the weekend, I just burst into tears.

I guess I was feeling a little homesick, especially whilst under so much pressure, with the hardest exams ever in less than a weeks time, and with just so much to know.

It felt good to let it all out, and I feel better now, but It's a reminder, that no matter how old you are, or where your life takes you, home will always be like a womb.

2007-05-19T21:06:00.000+01:00

The funniest thing since Goodness Gracious Me...

2007-05-15T15:09:00.000+01:00

You know you're at MedSchool when you last lecture was shit...literally!

I bet this will get you thinking the next time you go for a number two.

Still, it is all necessary, after all...

2007-05-12T14:24:00.000+01:00

Last year's Summer dance anthem - David Guetta vs. The Egg. No doubt about it.

Well, I've just stumbled across this years...

Remember Lisa Maffia? She told you she was a soldier...and we thought her career was all over, all over?

Well she's back and has laced the vocals on Dave Spoon's - At Night to produce an amazing house track, that is so walking in the footsteps of Groove Armada's - Get Down with it's Jamaican Patois and pumping hard house beats.

Listen - Dave Spoon ft. Lisa Maffia - Bad Girl (at night).

2007-05-09T18:42:00.000+01:00

I'm feeling a bit down and I don't know why, which just makes it worse.

My mock exam results come out tomorrow, and maybe subconsciously that could be the reason.

I don't know what I'll do if I've failed, especially as I honestly did think the exam was easy-ish and I did work for it more this time.

Maybe I'm getting revision blues also, and unlike at A-Levels there's less support.
I haven't seen my friends in ages because we all live at different halls and due to the immense work pressure, people come to lectures less and socialise less.
It's so strange how at uni, not seeing someone for a few days seems like not having seen them for weeks.

My friend Sam is annoying me too, you know the one who I didn't want to live with. He'll call up and ask how much I've done and then brag about how much he has done or laugh when I say I'm finding something hard or haven't done something.

It's like for God's sake it's not a competition, good for you if you've done everything and your going to become the best doctor in the world.

He probably doesn't realise but it's really suffocating and annoying...and immature. And I don't function like that, I don't need someone laughing at me when I'm in a down situation...especially as I'd never do that to anyone else.

In other news, I went for coffee with the Medic Family on Tues which was good fun, good to catch up with them and laugh at the parents problems.
I'm so lucky to have really decent, funny people like them as parents, and they've helped us kids so much with advice and notes...I hope I get the opportunity to do that next year.

We have mice, or at least a mouse, in our uni kitchen. Well, judging by the state of it it was only a matter of time.
Even E. Coli find the place too dirty.

I had a great time over the bank holiday - it was CK's dad's 50th birthday so I went to Watford, and got to see my cousin from Canada who's so much fun.
I also met my cousin Dan who I've not seen in probably over a year, and it turns out he's in London now working near Fleet Street.
It was good to catch up, and I'll definately make the effort to meet up with him after the exams.

Well, I'd better get back to work. At least I now feel :-| instead of :-(
Hopefully the Apprentice will make me feel :-)

I'll probably give home a ring too, feel quite bad because I've been snapping at mum through stress a few times when she's rung previously.

It's just she keeps going on about our bathroom - which has been totally made over and looks amazing...but how am I meant to give my opinion if I'm all the way down here in the LDN and have only seen a picture of it?

My sister's in Shanghai on business so I'm missing her a bit.
I'm thinking of telling her something important about personal life stuff...but maybe I should put it off till after exams.

Arrgghh - nothing is ever just good enough is it. There's always a problem with something.
God can't something just go right for once.

2007-05-08T01:22:00.000+01:00

Wow. This song is so damn good, and the video....phwoar.

When I first heard it I thought it was the worst thing that these two essentially really good artists could have put together but now I LOVE it.

I think it's a combination between the wicked Run DMC style drum beats and the lovely lyrics.

And the catchy hook ella ella ey ey!

Mark my words - this is going to be a BIG track this summer, and I think, this little star is going to be bigger than Beyonce...

2007-05-05T11:00:00.000+01:00

This man is a GENIUS.

2007-05-02T01:37:00.000+01:00

It's 1:36 am.

I have a crunchie and a can of magic next to me.

I should be revising Thromboembolisms and reflecting on today's session cutting up Ethel's abdomnen.

But whilst revising 2 songs came on that touched me.

Both reminded me of the end of last Summer, the preparation to come to Uni, and the anticipation, worry, and excitement of what this new chapter of life would bring.

The first - The Guillemot's Trains to Brazil made me feel really sad, and I had to change the track.
It's such a beautiful song, and I don't know why it made me sad but I just can't listen to it.

I think it reminds me of leaving school, friends, and a life that although I was tiring of, was comfortable. All the memories, and also the anticipation of Uni.

The second - Michael Gray's Borderline made me feel really happy.
I remember last year it was my "coming to London track" (for the video obviously), and it then was a symbol of the excitement, independence, freedom and fun to come at Uni, a new start, and in the BEST city in the world.

Both of them made me realise that I'm really settled and happy here now.
To tell the truth even in the second term I hadn't completely settled but now in this third term, I've got housemates, decent friends, and walking around the streets I just keep thinking - this is normal everyday life, I live here, this is my future.

Also, I told my mate about not wanting to live with him and the others and he took it so amazingly well, it was quite a surprising relief.

And finally,

I'm going here...

and here.

F U C -h's-endothelial-dystrophy I hope I pass my exams!

2007-04-29T13:40:00.000+01:00

I know I should be revising, but I'm really quite pissed off at the moment.

I just read NME's 2 page love-hate spread on Hadouken!, and then following some wiki and googling (I was trying to find out more about Dr Venom and the True Tiger Camp) came across the Guardian's article on LDN is a victim (I know you already told me about the "song", but I hadn't actually read the article.

Anway, firstly with the NME article. Obviously I side with Jonze in that "they are the future of music", and think that Sam Richards clearly has NO idea what he's talking about.

When exactly have Hadouken ever said they were trying to BE grime?
From the begining they've been what they are - a fantastic fusion of Indie, Electro and Garage, Grime.

And why should they help Boy Better Know reach an Indie crossover audience?
JME and Skepta have built their success through their own hard work, as have H!, so are H! now morally obliged to offer a helping hand because they are white and more famous?

Like I said in a previous post, there's a clear genre-fusing movement going on in the industry at the moment and it's fan-f**king-tastic.

Plus I wouldn't worry, the "Indie crossover audience" are set to get what they apparently "need" (What, they can't just pick up a grime record in HMV along with the new Kooks single?) with the Arctic Monkeys - Dizzee Rascal collab.

Both NME arguments are centred around racism in the industry and Richards moans that "appropriating a whole mode of expression that's concerned with (laregely) black, working-class struggle and turning it into an ironic indie-scene gag is distinctly whiffy".

A) WHEN do H! do this? Have you listened to their lyrics? Since when were Indie Cindys and scenesters been part of the ghetto?

B) So we're back to the white boy steals black boy's style and sells it to more wannabe white boys argument.

Well again, wake up, this isn't H!, and like Jonze says, you can't accuse only H! of this, not if you deserve your job at NME anyway.

Plus, I'm not black working class. And I'm not white.

I'm middle class Indian, so tell me where do I fit into this?

Okay maybe I'm being a little unfair, that's a whole different discussion.

Anyway, moving on to the Guardian's article and LDN is a victim.

I agree with Llewellyn Smith in that, being a fan of most of the artists mentioned in the track, it leaves me thinking what I'm supposed to make of it?

The track and the response Podcast to the "broadsheet reading mofo's" SCREAM Ali G style posh whiteboy trying to be black satire, with the overuse of ghetto slang, and it's hillarious!

Seriously though, have you heard the Ali G soundtrack? It's like the scripts were written by the same person.

All of these arguments and accusations have got me really pissed off.

I agree, LDN is a victim.

A victim of all the haters getting too hyped up about who said what and black-white and rich-poor segregation.

Being neither of either, I'm just sitting here LOVING IT.

And I suggest that the haters, sit back, shut-up and just live and let live.

2007-04-27T17:49:00.000+01:00

WOO-HOO!

Ahh, the sun is shining! The weather is sweet!

Summer is here, and that means goodbye this, and hello this. Sheer bliss.

Okay okay, I'm not on E don't worry, I'll calm down now.
I'm just really happy and positive.

I had my exam on Tuesday...I really don't know how I've done, but it went a lot better than it could have done, and much better than the last one...so fingers crossed.
God I'll be so upset if I've failed.

And even still there's no let up on the work what with needing to revise/just vise ALL of the past two terms worth of work as well as learning all the new stuff from this term.

But I don't care.
I'm still really happy.
I have great friends to get through it with, a set group to live with next year, and a "crew" I actually feel I really belong to.

And to top it off, there's a possible romance interest to explore.
And I've realised that this is just my first year at uni, I (hopefully will) have 5 more years to go (if I pass the exams!) of student life, in the BEST city in the country.

Three things I want to talk about at the mo:

a) The crew
b) The friend A
c) Something I need help with

a)
After the exam most people went to this all you can eat birthday thing, or began to do more work (weirdos!), but I thought I deserved a break and so went to my friends halls near Caledonian Road.
6 of them live there, 3 boys and 3 girls. Although it's so far from uni they are really lucky because they've bonded so well because of it and live in flats so have a lounge-kitchen area between 5 bedrooms, with sky channels.
It was so fun to sit in V and Es lounge and just chill with them, and they're all so lovely and genuine.
I rang E when I got there and she let me into the building and took me up to the flat she shares with V, and then as soon as the others heard I was there, one by one they all came up.

After about an hour we went to this amazing Sheesha/Cocktail bar on Heddon Street called Momo's.
Ornately and traditionally decorated in Morrocan style, with random customers belly-dancing, and others clapping along to the fantastic arabic music. A great atmosphere.
The kind of thing I like.

We stayed there till midnight because we'd agreed to get the last tube, and they wouldn't let me get the bus alone so I hopped onto the Piccadilly line in the opposite direction after saying goodbye. They had wanted me to go back to their place to have a celebratory piss-up but I didn't have any of my stuff and plus it would have been detrimental to the early-start-hard-work plan I had in place for the next day.

They're all really fun, nice and decent people, and we seem to have a lot in common. I'm really looking forward to living with the guys (Su, N and T) next year.
Su is looking to buy a house for next year, and E has already bought a house where she and V will live with 2 others. The other girl, So, one of my best friends from my tutorial group, is planning to live at home, though I wish she wouldn't.

b)
My best friend, A, surprised me the other day. I guess both of us have matured and grown after leaving school, probably him more so what with being in Hong Kong, working and living alone, and getting into a proper (sexual) relationship.

We'd been exchanging emails in order to keep up with each others lives and a few things he had said had annoyed me. But we'd also been talking about the strengths of our friendship and honesty.

At first the annoyance made me worry about how he was going to come to the same uni as me next year and how I'd come as my own person from home, to build a new life here in London and forge new friendships being who I am, but that that might all change with him coming and how it'd affect my friends and my space.

It was after that I realised that he will be wanting to do all those things too, and with the difference in years and timetables, we won't see each other that much.

As we'd been talking about honesty, I told him the things that had annoyed me, but unlike when we were younger, it didn't cause any arguments and no one got in a mard.
Instead he held his hand up to it and admitted that he did do it and explained why and that he didn't mean to.
I was surprised and glad and it made me value him so much more.

He seems to think that I've grown so much more since being at uni, though from my own outlook it's hard to tell. Have I?

I certainly have gone through new experiences and learnt how to deal with them, and I think I've become stronger and more confident.

Infact I know I've become more confident because I'm happy and looking forward to doing a certain something in the near future that I'd never have done last year...no matter how much I'd have wanted to, because of being to scared.

c)
I need help.
I'm going to have to tell my friend soon that I really don't want to live with him and the other two guys that I hardly even know or have anything in common with next year.
Obviously he's going to take it badly.
But how should I do it? I know over the phone is not noble...but it is easy. A
And if he gets angry, should I?

God I hate confrontation...

2007-04-15T16:38:00.000+01:00

Aaarggghh!

I have so much to revise still. I just cant take it anymore.

I have a headache, and my limbs are aching, and I feel really tired, and stressed, and nothing is going in when I try to revise, and stuff that did go in a few weeks ago has now gone out again.

I feel sick.

I wish I was this baby, rather than reading and learning and memorising how it came to exist.

2007-04-12T17:15:00.000+01:00

Oh ho ho ho homyyyyy GOD!

You know what I told you about that Dizzee Rascal track "The Industry", a few weeks ago?

Well, his new album, "Maths and English", is coming out 04.06.2007 and features Lily Allen, Shy FX, and THE ARCTIC FUCKING MONKEYS!!!!!! (or so rumours say).

Can you believe it?!

It seems there is a clear revolution in music happening right now - two totally opposite cultures are being merged together.

Grime with electro. Garage with Indie. Hip-hop with Rock.

Hadouken!, Groove Armada and Stush, Timbaland and the Hives, and now Dizzee and the Monkeys.

And I for one am LOVING it.

Anyway - check out some of the tracks from the new album on Hype Machine - especially "Pussyhole".

Sicknesssss

2007-04-10T17:44:00.000+01:00

I've done it.

I've found my song for the summer.

After what has been a shockingly long time, and with a teeny weeny bit of cheating I have the perfect track.

I say cheating, because the track is not on official release, and was actually recorded months ago on BBC Radio 1's Live Lounge however, it's now one of the tracks on the new album by the legend that is Mark Ronson - Versions.

The track I'm talking about is Amy Winehouse's cover of the Zutons track "Valerie".

You can here a live (and amazing) version here.

I can already imagine sitting in the afternoon summer sun, with a strawberry and cream frappaccino, lazing around, while listening to this.

Bliss.

In other news...

Easter was egg-less. I know. I'm still shell-shocked. (Haha....god I crack myself up...haha again!)
But seriously.
No one got me an egg.

I bought some rather cool sunglasses. They're all black and one big chunky thing that wraps around my face.

I'm still at home, revising, being tortured, suffering, hating it. I hate exams.
The only things that are getting me through it are The Apprentice, and Ugly Betty (both **SO** good).
Although did you see UB last friday?
We were really pissed off because my aunty rang halfway through with the threat, "haven't seen you guys in a while, and [Azuric's] back, either you come over, or we'll come over", so we were forced to tape it and watch it the next day.
I mean, what is everyone's obsession with seeing me? I'm not like some Hollywood movie star that's just rolled into town.
Anyway, back to the Betty - what the hell kind of ridiculous twist ending was that?!

Another thing that's getting me through it is my favourite song and my "track of the year". I've already posted about it but I LOVE the Groove Armada - Get Down track SO SO SO much. Everytime it comes on the Radio I jump up, turn up the volume and dance around my room waving my head around like the Churchill Dog.
It's so so damn good...if only I could understand what she was saying.

And finally...

should you meet/go on a date with someone with whom the conversation doesn't exactly flow, and whom you dont immediately find physically that attractive?

Right, now I'm going back to Action Potential propagation.
Sexy stuff.

2007-04-06T17:20:00.001+01:00

!! AZURIC !!
LOVES THE
FUNK FUNK

when i first heard it I didn't think much of this track.
Now, I love it.

The videovideo is funkyfunky
loveitloveit

2007-04-04T19:13:00.000+01:00

There are over 20 different types of collagen, coded for by over 25 different genes.

I personally don't give a shit about any of them.

So in an attempt to escape from my depressingly hard and boring lecture, I'm going define some Yoof-speak/Ghetto Verbage:

Merk - verb - To merk: To diss someone harshly/embarrass them in front of people/con them.

Aww you got merked!

Merkage: describing a situation where this happened:

That shit was merkage!

Bare - Adjective: Word used to emphasise something

That guy's bare safe - That guy is really nice.

Bare can be used in combination with the suffix -age on the verb it's describing to add further emphasis

That was bare jokage! - That was really funny!

Safe - Adjective: Used in 3 ways:
To describe someone who is nice/cool/good
To describe something that is nice/good
To show agreement to something

Brap - Adjective: Word used to emphasise how good something is, and used especially when showing off

I jus' got Glasto tickets! Brap!

Breeze/Cut: verb - To Breeze/Cut: To leave somewhere

Let's breeze/let's cut - Let's go.

Jokes - Adjective: used to describe something funny

That film was jokes.

Legit - Adjective: Used to describe anything good/nice

Your facebook pic's legit!

Allow - verb - To allow: To forget about something/leave something/ignore something

"We have to clean the kitchen"
"Ah allow that!"

And that's it for today, now I'm going to take my bad-ass gangsta self to eat dinner. I better not make mum wait or she might bus' a cap in my ass.

Ooh, I nearly forgot like the most important one:

Sick - Adjective: Used to describe anything that's really good

This new Dizzee Rascal track is sick!
"Sickness" can also be used.

Birth of the Monkey Warrior

2007-04-02T18:04:00.000+01:00

Today is Hanuman Jayanthi, the birthday of the Hindu God Hanuman, the monkey warrior.

Once upon a time, long long ago...

...there lived a Varana called Anjani, who was a devotee of Lord Shiva.
For years, she had been trying for a baby, but unlike the rest of the women in her tribe, she was unable to become pregnant.
Everyday she would ignore the taunts and mockery thrown at her and instead would pray to Lord Shiva for a child.
After many many months, she grew tired of waiting and journeyed to Mount Kailash to find Shiva himself and ask for a baby.

When she got to Shiva's abode, she found him deep in meditation but pleaded with him to help her nevertheless. Shiva however, remained deep in a state of meditation.

Anjani, now so frustrated threatened to take her own life, and began banging her head against Shiva's lingam in violent desperation. Shiva was unable to tolerate this and so stirred from his meditation to appease Anjani, "why are you doing this?"

"I don't want to live if I can't have a child. Everyone mocks and abuses me, life is not worth living", cried Anjani.

Shiva upon hearing this granted Anjani a boon, "go home, and you will conceive. No one will mock you any longer, for your baby will be very special".

Anjani, so relieved to hear this, fell at Shiva's feet with gratitude, before leaving for her home.

On her journey home, whilst walking through the forrest, a sudden and mighty gust of wind blew through the trees, and embraced Anjani, and it was at this moment that she conceived.

That is why Hanuman is also known as Anjani-putra and Pavan-sutra (son of Anjani, son of Pavan - the wind god).

Hanuman is a very popular Hindu God and symbolises the pinnacle of bhakti (devotion/faith), and Hindus consider him to be the eleventh avatar of Lord Shiva.

He's the epitome of wisdom, brahmacharya, valour, righteousness and strength.

There are many more tales about Hanuman, like how his destiny to serve Rama was coined when he ate the Sun, and tales of the Ramayana, but I'll share these with you another time.

2007-03-30T20:22:00.000+01:00

There's going to be a pandemic, quick, someone get the

TAMIFLU!

2007-03-30T20:12:00.000+01:00

Azuric
Azuric
Azuric
Azuric
Azuric
Azuric

Note to self. Don't buy crap quality post-it note immitations unless you want your facts on the floor instead of your wall.

Friends and Lovers. London. Life. '07-'08.

posITive. POSitIVE. posITive.

2007-03-28T20:38:00.000+01:00

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Infectious beat. Funky. Bebot.

2007-03-27T18:38:00.000+01:00

I love this song!

It's such a great, feel-good tune. Makes me smile everytime I hear it.
And the video is happytastic.
Singing along is compulsary.

2007-03-26T19:55:00.000+01:00

Arrrrghhhh!!

Dear God Medicine is SOO HARD!

Stupid Kreb's cycle.
And Glycolysis.
There are TEN different reactions getting from Glucose to Pyruvate. Each of which I have to know, along with the enzyme catalysing it.

How ridiculous is that.

I know I should be doing revision at the moment, but I cant bring myself to do it.

And I've been really bad today, I've done nothing. I got up late because I was having a really good dream which sort of carried on for a bit even when I woke up (yes, it was that good).

And after that I had to go to town because it was AT's birthday. We went to ASK.
It was fun, catching up with school friends, etc etc.
Then before I came home I went around shops in town job-hunting for the summer.
Basically I have to drop my CV in everywhere and see what happens.

It's so annoying, I wish I could live in London over the summer, there is nowhere to work here but plenty of vacancies there.
I just want some cash!

I went into Topman, and the very cute sales assistant told me that they'd just had a recruitment evening and all positions had been filled. How annoying.

And it's alarming that certain people with NO people skills, who can't even communicate properly can get jobs, and I can't.
Newsflash chav in GAP, "wot?!" is no way to address your customer.

As I was walking up the road from the bus stop to home, I noticed that there were two girls walking in the opposite direction, towards me, and thought it was unusual as it's a private cul-de-sac, and to my knowledge they don't live here.
Anyway as we approached, I looked to see who they were, as they did the same, and no sooner had we passed, did they wolf-whistle me.

Why thankyou.

We had a clean out of the garage and my room at the weekend.
I'm so bad with clothes. I have some sort of unsustainable addiction to shopping. I have a pile of old clothes as high as my bed to give away/eBay because they no longer fit or I never wear them anymore.

I wish there was some sort of actual marketplace to trade old crap for shiny new clothes.

Anyway, I have to go now and read lectures on Metabolism and Genetics - the two most shittyest topics ever.

What has been good though, is that my sister tests me every night.
She's really good, and she enjoys it because it's so interesting and we both learn funky words like Pyknosis.

I also heard some shocking/exciting news about A.
Well actually I heard it from N, who swore not to tell anyone, but I'm an exception obviously, and A would have told me anyway, so he couldn't be mad.

Eugh, I'm so jealous.
I can't wait for him to come back (only 2 months left now).

Next year is going to be so amazing...if I actually get in.

Back to the books.

Whilst writing this post, I was listening to Paolo Nuttini - New Shoes. Chooone!

2007-03-21T18:19:00.000Z

I'm going back to London tomorrow as I have an exam and to be honest, I cant wait.

Home is so small compared to London and there is nothing to do because none of my friends are back yet and even so I'm under house arrest as a result of revision.

I'm finding the revision so hard also, I have no motivation, and no structure to my revision.
I knew that Medicine was going to be hard, but this is rediculous.
There is SO BLOODY MUCH to learn.
It's not hard in terms of understanding, but the sheer volume of facts to be learnt is horrible.

So far I've been through 35 lectures out of 60 of 1 module out of 4.
And that's just once, I bet I will forget all that by the time the exams come round.

This exam on friday is a PBL exam making up half of a module.
We were given a case a month ago and then had to go research it and compile 20 pages of notes to take in with us.
I'm pretty confident about this one and will be even more happy when it's over but then just have 4 weeks of torture in this wee lil' hamlet I call home.

The other thing that's pissed me off is that I doubt I will have anywhere to live in London over the summer depending on the whole housing situation and so my plans of getting a job in London have gone to pot.
And there is no where to work here.

It's really bad to say, but I love being in London, even though I was telling my mum just the other week that I've had enough and was ready to comeback to the quiet life of home to get cooked for and cleaned up, I'm already fed up of it.

I think it's because as soon as I comeback home my independence goes.
I don't have a car here because mum takes it work with her, and so I'm just trapped.
Which is really stupid because in London I walk, bus, or tube it everywhere.

Maybe I'll start going to the central library in town and see if I can work there.
And I'll have to devise some sort of revision plan.

And with the housing situation, those 3 guys who I wanted to live with?
All of them said yes.
BUT one of them is buying a house, and he doesn't yet know if he's getting a 3 or 4 bedroom house.
However, he did say that they could convert the living room into another bedroom.
So basically I just have to wait and see.
Fingers crossed.
Hopefully if I do get to live with them, then I can live there over summer too.

2007-03-19T23:22:00.000Z

Homigod homigod homigod!

The dreams of millions of men across the world have come true!

This is possibly the best collaboration of two artists in the US RnB world...

Beyonce (off of Destiny's Child) and Shakira (off of Shakira! Shakira!) have done a song together!

When I saw the video for this I sat gawking, open mouthed, eyes glued to the screen, drooling.
The video screams sexyness! Especially the bit when they're all over the floor and then do the synchronized bootyshaking hips don't lie thing.

It's like seeing double.

And here it is - Beyonce & Shakira - Beautiful liar

Shakira & Beyoncé - Beautiful Liar
Uploaded by dris

2007-03-19T22:39:00.000Z

DIP!

GET DOWN!

STAN' UP!

Okay, now I'm just jumpin round my room!
As if Calvin Harris and Dizzee Rascal wasn't enough, I've found that the new GROOVE ARMADA track - Get Down is all over Youtube (finally!)

It seems everyone is going for the hard-house/dirty-grime thing at the moment - and I'm loving it!

This is such a CHOOONE! Love the wavy bassline and the lyrics! And the video is just as funky as the production:

Warning: Whilst watching this, you may have the urge to "Dip, Get Down and Stan' up"

I've got love for you if you were born in the 80's

2007-03-19T22:37:00.000Z

I want that hoody...

...and those sunglasses!

2007-03-19T22:22:00.000Z

OHHH

MYYY

GOSH!

Right now I'm listening to the NEW Dizzee Rascal track - The Industry. It's no where near release yet but after hearing it on BBC 1Xtra (We got mum a DAB for her birthday, I'm so tempted to re-house it in my room), I managed to obtain a copy of it.

It is so so so hot. I've waited for ages for new stuff from Rosco, and my god it was worth it.

It's really grimey, with a dirty waving bassline and lyrics advising on how to survive in the industry that fit the hard beats with total perfection.

I've been rapping the hook over and over since I heard it,

"You need a hard back, stern face,
play your position and know your place,
only move when the money's callin'
take my advice, you'll be ballin'!"

2007-03-18T23:42:00.000Z

I've still not found my sound for the summer, and I'm still searching.

You can scratch that Pac's Life track though, I've found the most amazing 'lets bask in the city sun as we sip our iced-mochas' chooone.

It's John Legend(He is, he really is)'s track "Heaven", from the new album "Once Again".

Waking up in the sun with that playing did it for me, can't wait for July!

Here's the Video:

And also I am LOVING this track by Koop - "I see a different you", it would be a contender for my sound of the summer but it's old.
So damn good though.
Have a listen. I bet you've heard it before - but can you tell me where?

2007-03-17T23:25:00.000Z

I'm back in Leicester.
I've swapped the hum-drum of urban LDN
for the hoot-toot of suburban owls.

revisioneatmedicinesleepdancehadouken!blogmusicshop

2007-03-11T01:27:00.000Z

Boo!

As I'm so very tired of staring at the same page of notes from my Lung Development lecture at this very lovely time of half midnight, I've decided to take a break and instead treat you readers to some quality bloggage.

Firstly I have to report that my friend M from school got an offer to do Medicine in London for next October so there's a 50% chance he'll be here with A and I next year. How cool! Next year (if I get there) is going to be "bare jokeage"!.
I'm so happy for him too for getting an offer after being rejcted from everywhere last year.

Secondly I have a very arkward situation at Uni now regarding living with people next year. I know I was really woried about finding people to live with next year a little earler in the term but now the situation seems to have inversed itself (Does that even make sense? Actually I don't care if it doesn't, we both know what I mean and i can hardly see the screen anyway).
The thing is, I asked my friend S early this term about living together and while he said yeas at the time, nothing was said about it afterwards by him until a couple of weeks ago, by which time I'd already thought about living with other people.
Also, as I've got to know S more, and especially recently, I've found that he's really clingy and quite spoilt - he can only ever have things his way and never takes no for an answer, which can be quite suffocating, especially when you want your own space and time.
Furthermore, we're in the same tutorial group and so I think it would be way too much to live and then have all study periods together next year. And he is very insulting all the time. While it was funny at first, now it's just getting annoying.

The only problem is, I havent told him this yet and so he's under the impression that I'm happy to live with him and 2 other friends that I hardly know.

And as if all that wasn't enough, with the people that I do want to live with, I'm a late "fourth" to their already decided household of three. So I haven't got a definate answer from them yet. I spoke to one of them on Friday and he thinks it would be great 'cos I get along with all of them and we're in the same crowd and go to the same nights out and things whilst also being studious. And as a plus, two of them are also "Guji" Indians like me.
He's just got to talk to the other 2....

Thirdly, and 'cos we haven't had one in a while:

Three Random Things

One.
I just went to a party and the Biriyani reminded me of Hadouken!.
I think I have a problem.
Seriously though the rice was luminous green, red, orange, and yellow on a bed of white.

Two.
My sister's Japanese friends are here on holiday and whilst they were in London all of last week I didn't get a chance to meet them.
They are at home this weekend, having what sounds like loads of fun with my sister and parents, and I'm tres jealous, but they're coming to CK's house tomorrow (which is where I am right now btw) so I'll finally get to meet them!

Three.
Oh my god did anyone see Ugly Betty last night?!
Soo good! And depressingly, next week there is a tripple bill of old episodes compensating for the lack of a new one.
What will I do?!!
*Sigh...thinks about Hawthorne trees...actually sits gaping open-mouthed staring into space day-dreaming before realising what he's day-dreaming about and then getting embarrassed*.

Fourthly, my hair has grown long and needs thinning out and tidying up but I'm really liking it - it's about 1.5 - 2 inches long and the brown has almost grown out leaving a cool merge of natural black underneath, and with the way its been cut-into it's quite strandy and tuftly and messed up and wavy and generally cool.
I'm going to miss the brown. CK think's I should re-dye it, and I do too. But this time I think I'm going to go for a more slate-brown than red-brown.
God I'm vain.

Fifth and finally, my S.A.D. induced depression is over - the weather is getting so nice and sunny!
And to help, I changed all the music on my walkman-phone today, filling the playlist with loads of "chooones".
I can't wait til summer. I so very can't!

Night night,

Azzy D. O. Double Gizzle.

Xx

2007-03-08T10:58:00.000Z

Just heard an amazing new track. It's so funny, and has funky electroish production. Me like.

Listen here, "Thou Shalt Always Kill" - it's the first track, but not the one that starts playing automatically.

The lyrics are so funny, "Thou shalt not read NME... Thou shalt not pimp my ride... Thou shalt not shake it like a polaroid picture...Thou shalt not wish you girlfriend was a freak like me".

2007-03-05T23:28:00.000Z

Oh my God! I'm so pissed off.
I went to try and buy HADOUKEN! tickets finally, after rummaging up a few friends to come along to the gig with me, and they've SOLD OUT!!

Stupid 'non-funky taste in music, we only listen to stuff on the radio' friends. Grrr!

This is so unfair! *Throws tantrum*

And none of you readers better be finding this funny, or I'll give you a cyber slap!

I can't wait for A to get here next year. He'd just be up for anything.
I know I can just drag him along to all these gigs.

*Sigh*
Oh well.
Sure they'll gig again, when I don't have exams.

2007-03-03T18:33:00.000Z

Light. New life. Colour. Laughter. Sunshine.

Once again, it's time to celebrate the arrival of Spring with the festival of Holi!

Last year I told you about the fesival itself, but this year I'm going to tell you a story connected to Holi.

Once upon a time, there lived a demon king named Hiranyakashipu.
Through severe penance and prayer for many years he was granted a boon from Lord Brahma in which he had demanded that he not be killed "during day or night, inside the home or outside, not on earth or on sky, neither by a man nor an animal, and neither by astra nor by shastra".

Consequently, he grew arrogant, and attacked the Heavens and the Earth demanding that people stop worshipping Gods and start praying to him.

Despite this, Hiranyakashipu's own son, Prahlad, was a devotee of Lord Vishnu.
In spite of several threats from Hiranyakashipu, Prahlad continued offering prayers to Lord Vishnu.
He was poisoned but the poison turned to nectar in his mouth.
He was ordered to be trampled by elephants yet remained unharmed.
He was put in a room with hungry, poisonous snakes and survived.
All of Hiranyakashipu's attempts to kill his son failed.
Finally, he ordered young Prahlad to sit on a pyre on the lap of his sister, the evil demon Holika, who could not die by fire by virtue of a blessed shawl which would prevent fire affecting the person wearing it.

Prahlad readily accepted his father's orders, and prayed to Vishnu to keep him safe.
When the fire started, everyone watched in amazement as the shawl flew from Holika, who then was burnt to death, while Prahlad survived unharmed, after the shawl moved to cover him.

The burning of Holika is celebrated during Holi, when huge bonfires are lit.

Later Lord Vishnu himself came to earth in the form of Narasingadev to slay the evil Hiranyakashipu.

Narasingadev is half-man and half-lion and killed Hiranyakashipu at dusk (which was neither day nor night), on the steps of the porch of his house (which was neither inside the house nor outside) by restraining him on his lap (which is neither in the sky nor on the earth) and mauling him with his claws (which are neither astra nor shastra).

Looking Back...

2007-02-24T20:22:00.000Z

I've been really bored today.

The annoying thing about Uni in London is that most of the people here are from London and so go home at the weekends meaning it gets quite quiet here. And all there really is to do is work, which is not great.

In an attempt to waste time/combat boredom I started reading some of my old posts from last year on my blog.

It's so strange (and entertaining) reading my old posts. I seem so different to now. It was only last year but still.

That Azuric seems so little, and innocent, and young, and sweet.
It's reallly weird describing him as that, because he is me.
Give or take several months.
Confusing I know.

It was also strange as I could relive the memories of those times from reading the posts. I could remember the music that I liked then, where I was when I was writing the posts, what was going on.
It was nice and nostalgic.

Coming to uni, I haven't missed home as much as I thought I would. Infact I've hardly missed home at all. Only towards the end of last term a little.
And this term has been okay, although I'm really looking forward to going home for a whole 4 weeks at Easter. Even though it will be jam packed with revision, and for that reason too.

It will be fun. Just like when I was at home revising for A-levels.

Something to blog about...

MangaElectroGarageFunkyMetal

2007-02-24T14:45:00.000Z

I've just found found my new favourite band...

Indie Grime spun with Electro Garage. Musical oxymorons that describe Hadouken so well...

Love 'em!

Listen to "That boy that girl" and "Tuning in" on their myspace.

Fire! Fire!

2007-02-19T21:48:00.000Z

As I strolled past the Royal Albert Hall this morning to get the bus I noticed that the Apartments next door were on fire.
There was smoke but no flames, and a few people stood around watching.
I hoped to myself that no one was hurt and carried on to the bus not thinking much more of it.

That was at 10.55 am

It's now 9.55 pm and the blaze is still going.

The whole of Prince Consort Road has been closed off at both ends, and about 20 Fire Engines line the street.
There are more on the other side of Kensington Gore which has also been closed off by the Police, along with the Royal Albert Hall.
I've never seen such a big fire.
There are massive Halogen lights in place to light up the area so that the 100 or so fire fighters can continue tackling the blaze into the night.
Also there was a Breathing Apparatus Major Incident truck, a Scientific Support Unit truck, and several other specialist vehicles.

Luckily apparently no one has been hurt.

BBC News.

The Blaze earlier in the day.

Prince Consort Road, laiden with Fire Trucks.

Specialist units

Firemen discussing the situation.

Trucks around Kensington Gore.

Through my Kitchen window.

Still fighting 11 hours later.

2007-02-17T21:54:00.000Z

I've needed a Kurta for like ages now, and espeically since going to uni and having more Indian events to attend, not having one has been a tad annoying.

As I'm back in Leicester for the weekend, mum took me Indian-Suit shopping.

First off, we went to Rupali, where I managed to find an amazingly nice one in red for surprisingly cheap (£30). I hadn't even considered red and only tried it on to get a fitting but it was so nice, and with a really rich/heavy design.

Unfortunately it didn't fit very well from the shoulders so I decided to check other places and comeback if I needed to.

We then went to Melton Road, and found a really nice, but more simple one in Black, with Gold embroidery over the shoulders and down the middle, and with a Gold Pacheri (shawl).

One thing I really hate about Indian shops is that it's impossible to just browse and shop peacefully. The keepers are obsessed with making a sale and hassle you so much.

I did like the black one but wanted to browse in some other shops for a more fancy one, especially after seeing that blingin' red one before, and after being told that if I came back I wouldn't be able to get it for the lowered price of £30 (yeah right!), I called the shop keepers bluff anyway and went up the road to Melton Road's infamous Saree Mandir (Saree Temple).

The sales assistant here showed us a few designs that they had in my size and my sister pointed out a bright blue one that I, to be honest, didn't think would be that nice.

I tried it on, and when I opened the fitting room door to show my sister, a man came over to ask me the size of it. He then told me how it looked really nice, and that's why he was asking.
And to add to that, when I stepped out into the store to show my mum, another lady came over to tell me how nice it looked, and then said how she was trying to convince her son to get one in a bright colour like that.

"Okaaay, well I guess this one's a winner", I thought.

It was a bargain too, made from raw silk and with a Pacheri thrown in all for £30. And, after that I also got the black one (for the lowered price as well)!

To finish off the outfits, I also bought a pair of Mojheri (Slippers) from the shop next door, in a Creamy-Gold.

2007-02-15T17:47:00.000Z

*** BREAKING NEWS ***

Oh my god!

You know the card I got for VD - see last post.
Well on top of that, I got a text late last night (VD) which read:

Get the card? Guess who?

It was sent from an online free sms sending website service so I don't know who it was, but they know my number and address.

*** STALKER ALERT! ***

2007-02-14T22:13:00.000Z

Happy Valentines Day

If you're single, if you're not, all the same happy VD.

I've decided not to notice the day this year, and so far it's been working. Appart from all the annoying couples on the tube. If ever the phrase "get a room" could be better used...

Apparently I've recieved a card at home, from a home post stamp. Which is really annoying. This has been happening for the past few years now, and I never know who the sender is.
Why don't they just tell me who they are?
And who can it be?
All my school friends from my year are at uni in other cities, or not the people who would send me a card.
And I dont think the ones in the year below have my address.

Hmmmm...

Anyway, heres a big and a little kiss from me:

2007-02-13T23:59:00.000Z

Oh my god! Major cringe-ation alert!

I was planning on going home the weekend after this coming one as it's my mums birthday the Wednesday before, but have been more or less asked not to because my mum is planning a speacial Women only party (don't worry, we're celebrating her birthday this weekend anyway now).

My sister sent me the invitation letter that my mum and her had written for it today and "oh my god":

[Azzy's Mum's] 24hr Pyjama Party

Strictly censored – under 18’s, OAPs and MALES not permitted.
Bring ID for easy entrance.

Dress Code: Seriously Sexy
Anything your parents would have disagreed with when you were younger
For example minis, hotpants, cleavage, make-up, whatever you dare!

Where: [Azzy's Mum's] House
[Azzy's address]

When: All day, all night!
Starting from Saturday 6PM on 24th February through ‘til Sunday PM

What to bring:
A bottle [not milk]
Comfy loungewear to change into
Something comfy to sleep on
Toothbrush + towel
Fresh undies for the next day
Old photos
Jokes and memories from the past

CRINGE!!

And quite what they plan to do with my dad I don't know...

2007-02-12T12:15:00.000Z

I've done it.

I think I've found my sound for the summer.

Admittedly this attempt has been rather half-arsed as since I've been at uni I've been listening to the radio a lot less.

And there is no reference to Sun/Summer in the track.

And it's about a dead guy.

But this track, that I've heard quite a few times now, has a nice Summery feel to it and reminds me of driving around in the summer, windows down, or walking around town sipping on a Frappacino, and just Summer-Summer-Sun in general...

Tupac - Pac's life.

Meh, it's only February. This will do for now.

2007-02-10T18:42:00.000Z

They've remade the 1975 Bollywood blockbuster "Jai Santoshi Maa".

This was one of the most famous Bollywood movies of all time and tells the story of the Hindu Goddess Santoshi Maa, an emblem of love, contentment, forgiveness, happiness and hope.

She was not a very well known deity but the film gave birth to a cult of followers, mainly north Indian Hindus, especially women.

She is the daughter of Ganesh, the elephant headed god of Luck.

When Ganesh's sister came to tie a Rakhi on him for Raksha Bandhan, Ganesh's son became saddened that he did not have a sister to tie a Rakhi on him.
In an attempt to console his son, and with his cosmic powers, Ganesh and his two wives Riddhi and Siddhi gave birth to a daughter, Santoshi, from the palm of his hand.

It is believed that fasting for her for 16 consecutive Fridays brings whilst obstaining from sour food and praying to her brings peace and prosperity in ones family, and the fulfilment of all wishes.

The trailer for the new film looks so good, I can't wait to see it!

2007-02-10T16:09:00.000Z

Homigodhomigodhomigod!!

On Monday we start cutting people up!

How exciting!

Yup, we start Anatomy finally, and get Cadavers between the 10 of us.

Last time we were examining cadavers, I was nearly sick - when I pulled my hand out of the pulmonary cavity, there was bits of body on it - GROSS!!

And the smell of Formaldehyde rising from several cadavers in one room.

I hope I'm not the token fainter.

Infact, I don't know how I'm going to be a doctor, I can't take vomit and rectal excretions at all.

Oh and here's an interesting fact to share with the family at the dinner table:

There is such a thing as Rectal Vomiting.

My third year friend was telling me about when he was on firms and was watching his supervisor give a patient a Digital-Rectal examination. Apparently, if the anal sphincter collapses during this, as can often happen, intestinal contents spray out everywhere.

GROSS!!

2007-02-10T16:02:00.001Z

What?

I'm really confuzzled. I thought I'd jump on the bandwagon and upgrade to "New Blogger", but, when it asked me to use/set up a Google account, I wasn't going to use my real name personal account, so decided to set up a new one.

It asked for my "Google Account email address" that must already exist, which confused me becuase surely there would be no Google mail address before the account was set up, so I just typed in my old azuric_87@yahoo.co.uk address that I use with this blog and that seemed to work fine.

Only now, I sign into my Blogger account with my Google Account details which use a Yahoo email address.

Wtf?

2007-02-09T22:56:00.000Z

"Thank God it's over!", I thought as Dr. XY came to the end of his lecture on Mircocirculation in the Cardiovascular system. Like most people I hadn't caught much of it as I'd been dosing away.

It was as I got up and reached for my bag that I heard it, that famous scary/horror opera-ish music that's always used in devil-ish horror scenes, blaring from the speakers.

Just as I looked up they burst in through the bottom doors of the lecture theatre.

Men in balaclavas and blue mechanics overalls. Around 10 of them I guessed, it was too hard to count them as they quickly spread throughout the lecture theatre and moved up the stairs into the audience.

I think it scared me more because I knew who they were.

Whilst others looked around at each other with expressions of fear and confusion, I looked to the floor thinking "Oh shit, oh shit, please not me!"

A shiver of fear ran down my spine as the cries and moans of the opera carried on, and the masked men spread around the room behind me.

Suddenly there was a cry from one of them, "here!", as the others all came running.

"Move, outta' the way!" they ordered, as they pushed people aside and pulled one student out of his seat.

Ashamedly I was relieved when they picked him up and dragged him out of the lecture theatre...

Confusion turned to conversation, and fear to laughter as those who knew what was going on explained to those who didn't.

I already knew that students fate...

...to be dragged outside the department building, tied to a lampost, stripped naked, Gin-ed, and then pelted with eggs, flour, and tomatoes.

Yes that's right, the RAG Hit-Squad have arrived,

lectures are safe no more.

2007-02-07T19:00:00.000Z

I have this worry in the back of my mind (still!) about who to live with next year.

It seems like other people all have their little groups and I feel that I don't have one.
I'm friends with lots of people.

I also seem to look at what other people have and feel that I need to have that, or get concerned that I don't. Especially when it comes to second year friends and their friends and who they are living with etc.

I'm fearing being left on the shelf.
Although thats silly as my sister and friend just told me, because I have lots of friends everywhere, and so I must be popular.
And not everyone must have a group of best buddies.
And, as I know from when I've asked people, most people haven't even thought about who they're living with next year.

Why do I do that though?

Why do I look for the things missing in my life, and what other people have, and want that?

Even in school, I never had one posse (group for those of you who are not "down with it"), just friends everywhere and N and A as best mates..and M too.

And right now I'm seeing that character trait as a negative thing, but on several occasions A told me in the past that he was jealous of my "social-ness", and how I could "just walk in to a room and talk to anyone".

BASICALLY:

Dont WORRY about all that, because everything happens for a reason, and Maa is looking out for you.

And most people are probably in the same position as you, with no idea.

And you already have 1 person who you're thinking of living with.

And you are a nice person, who (hopefully) people like, and so they would consider living with you.

And at the end of the day its only a house, like in halls where you didn't know anyone at first. You can still see all your friends. And you will grow close to the people you live with.

And stress is an unnecessary waste of time. Enjoy life, live it to the max, seize the day (anymore cliches anyone?), live each day to the fullest, be possitive.

As the great Bob Marley said:

Dont Worry, Be Happy!

Pirates Of The...Camden?

2007-01-30T22:33:00.000Z

Friday:

My sister had been staying with me since Weds night as she had work related stuff in London on Thursday. As she was down, we'd arranged to spend the weekend with my cousin, CD, who lives near Old Street.
After I finished my afternoon lectures, I had a quick munch of Jambu's* and Tea with my sister and our frind Chigga, and packed stuff for the weekend before heading off to get the Tube to Old Street with my sister.

*Which are one of my favourite Indian sweets - balls of flour, with butter and saffron, deep-fried so they are crispy on the outside but fluffy and light on the inside, and then served in sugar syrup.
Yes I'm probably going to need a Coronary Tripple By-pass at the age of 30 but seriously - they are GOOD!

We dumped our stuff at CD's before heading off towards Angel for food.
Angel is quite cool actually, a lively little area, although it seems that no one cleans up after their dogs there.
I also spotted TWO Banskys while I was there, which was muchas coolas.

We had dinner in a really nice Italian place on the main road, and through my cousins insistance had red wine with the meal (hadn't really done that before because I thought I didn't like wine [how wrong I was!] and only normally have alcohol when I go to a bar or club).
I ate so so much in that meal, but it was so nice. As we finished off the wine we chatted more and then began people watching. Fun game.

After restaurant came bar hunting, poncy doorman "not tonight"-ing me because of my Converses, more bar hunting, drinking, leaving, and then desert hunting, at which point we ended up in a different Italian restaurant.
I was the only one who ordered both coffee and a cake but meh. T'was gooood.

Somehow my cousin, who is 23, got in to a conversation about faeces, and you know when you just find everything hilarious for no reason at all...we were all laughing so loudly about the most random crap (litterally!).

Saturday:

My sisters long time friend from school Ree was having a Pirates of the Carribean themed house party at her house in Wellwyn Garden City for her housemates birthday on saturday night so we decided to go to Camden market on a costume hunt on Saturday morning.

By the time we got to Camden we were all hungry and it was lunch time so we went to a really funky pub for food, and then headed off into the market.
About 4 hours later, we were all tired and satisfied with what we'd bought so decided to grab a coffee at Cafe Nero before heading back to my cousins place.
It took us a surprisingly long time to find good enough costume pieces but my sister remembered a fancy-dress shop in the market near Camden Lock - luckily, because that's where we got pretty much everything from.

I ended up buying a Pirate's sword, eye patch, and as it was pirates of the Carribean...a black, afro wig!

Back at her place we all got dressed up, and then headed out to the tube station to get the tube to Burnt Oak where Chigga and Jin were picking us up.
I love going on the tube when all dressed up and looking stupid, it's so much fun. All the looks you get, and people laughing/commenting is great. We ended up playing Sharades with some random man which was funny.

Photos are on a certain Flickr account.

Randomly, let me fill you in:

My sister and Ree have been friends since the beginning of Secondary school.
Chigga and Jin are Ree's friends, who my sister met during their uni years.
My cousin, CD, met them all at my sister's birthday (the night of random poultry-textage) and started going out with Jin after that.
And I met them all through my sister over the years.
Thats how everyone knows everyone.

The house party was quite good seeing as I didn't know anyone else there but I got talking Paulo, a friend of my sister and Ree, whom they met when they went to Frankfurt during the world cup. As Ree put it they have a habit of collecting random friends from holidays.
I also met Paulo's friend Adie who like me didn't know anyone, but like he said that was cool because as no one really knew anyone, everyone got to know everyone...if that makes sense.

Anyway, the six of us finally got to bed at about 4am-ish, and with all of us in Ree's room that's when the jokes started.
Chigga is so so funny, and so is Ree.

Sunday:

After getting ready the six of us cleaned up the house a bit (oh my god I'm never having a house party, especially if it's actually my house that I've just bought and decorated - there was crap and beer everywhere!) and ate breakfast while my sister and Adie had a guitar-singing session.

Then when Adie and Paulo left we headed into St. Albans for lunch at Zizzis. St. Albans is a really nice town, lots of character to it.

We finished off the weekend with a trip to the cinema where we saw...

The Last King Of Scotland...

I don't think I can remember the last time I sat in my seat at the end of a film, watching the credits roll, unable to move, taking everything in, feeling totally blown away by what I'd just seen.
But that's exactly how I felt after that film.

The acting was fantastic, Forrest Whitaker deserves an Oscar. Infact the whole film does.

It's strange to see it especially knowing that my parents lived it, and this perspective is so different to what they've told me it was like. But it's shocking nonetheless.
I told them that they had to see it.

And you do too, go watch!

2007-01-30T00:04:00.000Z

Even if we didn't watch it, we've all seen the papers and heard the news, the victim became the victor on Sunday as Bollywood Beauty Shilpa Shetty won Big Brother.

I missed the whole show that night and even laughed at my friend when she told me how she had cried during the interview and when Shilpa was named winner, "especially because Indians never win anything!", but watching clips of the night on the wonder that is Youtube, I was also choked with emotion at Shilpa's speech.

That beautiful (in every sense of the word) woman is so cultured and dignified, so respectful and humble, with so much inner-strength, it's inspiring.
Even after being shown the hate-tape of Jade, Jo, and Danielle's bitching towards her she chose to forgive and forget, "we are all human, we all make mistakes".

However, the thing that I loved most about her, and which made me so proud was after the interview when she was led outside on to the stage again to meet her applauding crowd - as she set foot on the stage she bent down and touched the ground before touching her eyes and head.
That is a mark of respect that Indians show their elders and their temples.

It shows respect for Mother Earth (Dharti Maa), the ground upon which we walk.

The Indian cricket team do the same thing to the pitches they play on.

What was so great about it though, I think, is that it just highlighted that no matter where which country we come from, we all walk on the same Earth.

We should love and respect it, and every country that shares it.

Being the first generation of British-Asian, and having the previous four generations of my family come from Uganda could be really unsettling, but it really isn't.

I'm so proud of the three cultures that influence who I am, and the two countries that represent who I am.

I have the best of both worlds.

2007-01-25T11:57:00.000Z

I got the results of that Exam yesterday...

...and I failed REALLY badly.

Like 24% badly.

I don't think I've ever performed so poorly in an exam before.
Even though it was a mock, that's no excuse. Maybe it would have been okay at GCSE or even A-level but this was a Uni exam.

I got a massive bollocking from the 'rents too, which was 100% deserved, and I had nothing to say for myself, as my mum pointed out before she hung up.

She also managed to bring in totally random things like how large my overdraft is (money my sister borrowed in HK and is paying me back), that I go out all the time (hardly at all compared to people here, and it was the first term), and that I drink too much (so unfair because I'm really responsible when it comes to things like that and have never been sick or done anything stupid through drinking too much).

However she did point out how lucky I am to be where I am, and that there are so many people who would love to be in my position like my friend M who didn't get into MedSchool, and that my parents work so hard for me to be here, and I shouldn't take that for granted.

I did have excuses as to why I did no revision for the exam (HK, Xmas, NY's, and that I spent all free time I had finishing off notes instead of revising them), but I should have been responsible enough to know that I was going to have no time and done more in time that I did have.

My sister (I think in an attempt to console both my mum and I) pointed out that this is a pattern I've always followed, through GCSE's and A-levels and now.
That no matter how many times anyone tells me to work hard and study, I only begin to do so when I realise that I want something, and then nothing stops me from achieving it.

I'd have to agree with her. This has been the kick-up-the-arse that I clearly needed.

I've got more mocks at the end of this term, and I really have to ace them...

2007-01-23T17:57:00.000Z

Last night, my friend Samuel came over to my place as he, Susie, Adam and I were meant to work on our PBL presentation for Thursday.
We'd also planned for him to teach us how to play Poker that night after getting our presentation done, so he brought his amazing Poker set bought on the Hong Kong black-market (gambling is illegal there).

Being typical students, by 9pm we still hadn't quite finished our presentation andBB started, so Susie and I watched while Samuel ate and then after that we gave up and he taught us how to play.

Having still not quite got the rules of Texas Holdem after listening to his explaination we decided to just play a few games to get the hang of it.

I LOVE POKER.

We were just playing for fun, but still it was so great. The adrenaline rush of winning is tres cool.
I started to play really well and managed to rob Samuel terribly at which point he decided to get aggressive with me (in the game), but still I knocked Susie and then him out of the game.
Not being able to take the shame of teacher being whipped by student he then began playing for Adam in the hope of taking me down a peg but still I won.

He put it down to beginners luck and he's probably right, but I'm definately going to be playing again....but just for fun, not for money.
My mum got a little concerned when I told her because it's against our religion to gamble (although the lottery seems to be perfectly acceptable!), but I reassured her we were just playing with chips.

2007-01-22T17:54:00.000Z

Wow. I had one of the craziest and most interesting weekends I've had for a long time the weekend before last.

My sister had planned to come down to London to stay with me because she was going to record some vocals with her friend who is a music producer at his studio in south London.

She arrived quite late on Saturday night so we didn't bother going out and instead just chilled at my place and had an early night.

On Sunday morning we went to Camden market.

Oh. My. God. I LOVE CAMDEN!
It's so unbelieveably amazingly culture-infused cool. The markets reminded me of Mong Kok, only more funky and expensive, and less tacky. And the people there - all so funky and representative of their backrounds.

I bought a mustard coloured Shemagh because I think they are tres funky and it matches with my mustard coloured Converses that I got from Mong Kok.

We also got this CD of Indian fused lounge music. Nice beats with Tablas and Sitars.

After spending a good couple of hours in Camden and grabbing a bite to eat (Chinese...though the decision was hard - so many choices!) we hopped on the tube to make our way to the Studio.

The tube ride turned out to be surprisingly fun because of three guys that got on one stop after us. They had been out clubbing and were still a bit tipsy but were so funny. Especially the one with the black afro wig on (I so want one of those!). He kept trying to tell this joke but couldnt remember it and then started asking the stranger next to him to tell a joke, which was how we got talking to them.

It's so great when you meet random but cool people like that. It hardly ever happens in the UK but is how my sister met two of her really good friends in Japan.

We arrived at Kennington station and after a while of waiting my sisters friend turned up to take us back to the studios.

He is such a nice and down to earth guy, and after giving us a quick tour of the studio, he took us through the whole of his first album (the nearest to being released, out of the four), which showcases all of the artists on his label including my sister.
He went through every song telling us about its production except one which he wanted to keep secret because its very soon to be released.
He's so talented and so passionate about his music, MCing, producing, rapping in Arabic, I felt so priveleged being there. And his music is AMAZING. I think he's even too humble to appreciate how good his tracks were, they blew me away.

The whole album is really powerful. Every song has substance and a message. He's half English and half Palestinian and the album is about the situation in the Middle East but it's told in black and white, with no bias, just facts. And what makes the whole thing so much more rich is the cultural diversity of the artists. He even has Jewish friends talking about the situation.
Everything from MCs to Opera singers.

So anyway, the three of us were in the studio, listening to one of the tracks that he wanted my sister to record vocals for, and trying to come up with ideas. There I am singing harmonies to myself, thinking. And then he goes, "Oh my god you can sing", before asking my sister, "Can he sing?".
Apparently I can, and it runs in the family. And the next thing I know, he wants me in the recording booth.

Oh my god. Weirdest thing I've ever done. And I felt really stupid singing along randomly. I doubt he will end up using any of it because I didn't record enough material, but I did also record for the Outro.

We ended up staying until 9.30 pm by which time I was starving!
After leaving, and tubing, and walking, my sister and I managed to find a restaurant in Soho and ate before walking to Piccadilly Circus to get the bus home.

Carphone Warehouse Hangs-up on Big Brother

2007-01-18T15:29:00.000Z

With every news bulletin comes a new development in this now global bullying/race row.

A record 30,000 complaints have been made to Ofcom, and just today Carphone Warehouse instructed c4 to pull all of their sponsorship material from BB and it's related programs.
Well done.

C4 are apparently to make a statement anytime soon. About bloody time. They've really angered me. Saying how they don't tolerate bullying and all that blah-de-blah when they clearly do because they've done nothing to stop it.

And everyone is arguing over whether it's racism or bullying - look at what's been said:

Jackiey failed to pronounce Shetty's name properly and began calling her "the Indian" and asked her whether she lived in a house or a shack.

Jack told her to clean the toilet with her teeth.

Jade told her to "go back to the slums".

Jo suggested that the reason why people in India are so thin and ill all the time is because they eat uncooked food.

Danielle wished that Shetty would "just fuck off home" and said that she couldn't even speak English.

Err, she speaks it better than you darling.

Shilpa said later:

"If they came to India they wouldn't be able to speak the language I speak. I've come to their country, and I think I speak it very well. And I think my vocabulary is better than most of them."

She went on to say:

"I’m representing my country. Is that what today’s UK is? It’s scary. It’s quite a shame actually.”

And it's true, those chavs make me ashamed to call myself British. They've really dented the reputation of the UK, especially as the whole world now has it's eyes on Big Brother.

Cultural ignorance is just not knowing. Racism is discriminating against someone based on their race, culture and where they come from.

This from the Guardian also made me laugh today.

Big Blow-up

2007-01-17T22:54:00.000Z

Okay.

This is actually crazy now. This issue has escalated so very much since I first blogged about it a few days ago. I can't believe it.

It's easy to play the race card, and that word alone is what has caused outrage on the streets of India and caused the Indian Government involved in this.
What we have to remember is that Shilpa Shetty is like the Indian Cameron Diaz, she is famous in India, and people love her.
Not that her status has anything to do with it, no one should be treated in that way, wherever they are in society. It's just because she is so famous that she's had so much publicity.

C4 have responded to letters and according to them Jack used the C-word, not the P-word.
Thank goodness for that.

However, Jo did make a feeble racist comment, and Danielle in tonights show was called in to the diary room after wishing that Shilpa would "just f**k off home".
And where exactly is "home" Danielle?
When she was asked by BB what she meant by that, the poor cow didn't have a clue what to say.

Racism or no racism - that's undecided.
What is for definate though is there is severe bullying going on in that house, with a group of three picking on one individual.
And that is so very wrong.

Apparently on fridays show there will be a live eviction of either Jade or Shilpa.

Bully or Victim - Who goes? You decide.

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P.S.
New post all about my very exciting weekend coming very soon!
Infact, it's half written, I just can't be bothered to finish it because I'm about to climb into bed and watch the amazing Ugly Betty.

It's tres funky, everyones so sexy and bitchy, je l'adore!

2007-01-16T20:04:00.000Z

OH. MY. GOD.

Front page of The London Paper today - 2000 people have complained to Ofcom about bullying and racist comments targeted at Shilpa Shetty.

Also, the issue has reached the House of Commons!

Apparently so far around 10,000 complaints have been recieved by Ofcom and C4 together.

And Jade Goody has been dropped by the Anti-Bullying Charity that she's been reperesenting for the past 2 years for "unforgivable behaviour".

You can also sign a petition targeted at C4.

I'm so angry at BB Producers. This totally unacceptable behaviour and frankly unsettling footage is achieving totally the opposite of what they wanted by asking Shilpa Shetty into the house in the first place.

Oh dear. Looks like Big Brother has got into a Big Mess.

2007-01-12T23:13:00.001Z

I love Shilpa Shetty!

So cultured, when she didn't touch the religious photo that time.

So kind, when she placed that blanket over sleeping Ken.

So dignified, when she didn't shout or swear at the chavs bitching in her face.

So respectful, in everything she does.

She said when she went into the house that she aimed to make every Indian proud of her, and so far she's doing an amazing job!

Big Bother 2

2007-01-12T13:22:00.000Z

You can watch the incident below.

What really pisses me off is Channel 4 protecting Jack and hiding whatever it was he said. They even didn't put subtitles up for that comment.

Furthermore all posts on their site mentioning it were deleted by moderators.

If she annoys you so much and you think she's lesser than you because of her race then why did you eat the CURRY she made for you?

Ignorant, immature retard.

Big Bother

2007-01-11T23:07:00.000Z

My God I am outraged!

If you saw tonights episode of BB then you will have seen Jade and her boyfriend Jack bitching in bed about Shilpa Shetty.
What we will never know however is what else Jack called Shilpa aside from 'wanker' because Big Brother bleeped it out.

However it must have been something a lot worse than swearing for it to have been censored, especially at almost 10pm.

Immediately after the show many threads, from different authors, appeared on the Big Brother Forums reporting that Jack had called her a 'Paki'.
Obviously this is an insult to any Asian as it is a racist term said with intent to offend.
Jack is entitled to his own racist and uneducated, immature opinions. The cowardly bastard can say what he likes.
I am extremely furious with Big Brother though.

1) Because they bleeped the footage and thus protected him from the reaction to whatever it was he said,
2) Because as I am writing this very post BB Moderators in the Forum are taking down all the threads mentioning the incident.

If that's not what he said, why have they not written one of their news reports telling us, and how do they have the right to stop people from discussing the incident.

I hope the Forum dwellers and I weren't the only ones who noticed the incident.

Telly

2007-01-10T19:04:00.000Z

I've bought a TV.

I've just had to carry it all the way from Argos at the end of Kensington High Street all the way back home.
It's not that it was heavy, just that the box was so big and annoyingly shaped.

Don't they think of how students will have to lug their products all the way home through the busy streets of London when they design the packaging? Fools.

My arms ache so much now, just at the inner-elbows. And my hands actually shake for no reason if I hold them out. Stupidly large box.

Oh and to top it off, I got stuck behind this slow walking woman for ages. Slow walking people are possibly the most irritating things in the world.

While stuck behind her, the lyrics of a certain song came to mind...

Baby, I'm Back!

2007-01-08T23:09:00.000Z

Before you read this - I've used fake names, because initials are just to hard to keep track of. People who I've used initials for in the past will remain with initials though.

Yes so I'm back here in the Queens back yard.

My parents wanted to come to drop me off so we came yesterday and arrived at about half 4 before dumping my stuff and putting all my food away.

I said that I'd do the rest in my own time so instead we could chill out a bit. As we'd managed to find some free parking just outside Hyde Park, we walked to Knightsbridge and sat in a coffee shop talking for a while.

At about 7 they said their goodbyes and I walked home.

It's good to be back in London. And back at uni.

But - something strange.
Have you ever had a feeling where someone (for no reason at all, and who is so nice) intimidates you.
Cordelia and Simon came knocking on my door to welcome me back to halls, and even though Simon is such a nice guy, I felt uncomfortable around him and almost like really unconfident around him last term.
I think it's because I get along with Cordelia really well and am affectionate with her but Simon is always with her and possibly subconsciously I was jealous. Moreso because he's really good friends with Katy-boo and I really fancied her and I think they both found out about it. Not good.

A wave of that scared (it's the feeling you would get towards a school bully, nervous, intimidated, uncomfortable) feeling came especially when he mentioned that their whole crew of people were going to the Medics weekend in Amsterdam in February.

I don't know why I feel like this, I have no reason to. And if people make you feel like that, then you've just got to not be around them. Simple as.

Anyway, I seem to have been mistaken about J and D and the people from upstairs as well.
They were all really happy to see me again and Doris (from upstairs) and D (of J and D) both loved my hair.

Oh yes thats right I forgot to say, incase you haven't seen the other Flickr photos, I dyed my hair brown in Hong Kong.
It turned out lighter than I actually wanted but I still liked it and both A and my sister loved it. In the sun and under strong lighting it did look a bit red though, hence why AT now has the right to call me ginger. The cow.
Anyway, 3 weeks later, after several washes and a cut it looks really cool. Loads of people have commented on it. I love it.
It looks like my hair mildy goes in the summer.

Back to the story...

Also earlier, J also did his thing of pretending to ignore me when he saw me and it didn't bother me at all, I knew he was joking and maybe it's just something that he does. Even just as I was coming back to my room I had a 5 minute convo with them both in the corridor.

Maybe it was all me, or maybe it was settling down friction in the first term. Now everyone knows where everyone stands it's okay.

I had my exam today. It was hard, and I know I've failed. But to be honest I wasn't expecting to pass. I did no revision for it.
It has scared me into working hard from now on though.
Especially when I saw the MBBS/BSc Part 1 Exam written on the paper.
I'm in uni now, this is tough stuff.
This term I'm going out less - less clubbing and drinking and more gyming, giging, and working. Thats the plan.

After the exam I got my ticket for the Amsterdam trip - I'm so glad I got mine because the 100 that were reserved for freshers have sold out so fast. I hope those that didn't get them today get some on Wednesday, but those 100 are for anyone in the Medschool!

Anyway, I'm going to go, will blog you soon.

Again sorry this was all rambles but there's just so much to write and I'm not as good at it as Anyhoo.

Azzypants.

2007-01-05T15:26:00.000Z

Hong Kong photos are now up on Flickr accounts!

5 whole sets worth!

I didn't have time to comment on all of them, so I'll personalise the "photo tour" for you - leave a comment on photos and I can reply to them.

Enjoy,

Azbo

Hooray!

2007-01-03T14:43:00.000Z

Yay!

Finally I have finished making my notes for the exam I'm going to have on Monday, and have even revised the first (and smallest) topic once.

Medicine is so cool.
This is the first time I can remember revising for exams and actually enjoying it and finding it interesting...appart from GCSE History and Biology.

And plus I get to learn and then use funky words, like Erythropoiesis.
How geeky does that sound.
Erythropoiesis.
Erythro.
Poiesis.

Erythropoiesis.

Anyway, yes so I'm back home now (although not for much longer), and here are 3 Random things about it:

One.
I can hear owls outside my window at night. I had forgotten about them (and how bloody scary they are) but it's cool all the same. Strange too as you can only hear them from my room.

Two.
I so very badly need a new mattress. Just one night in my old bed and my back was out like that. I have such a bad back for someone my age, it's always aching. And you can literally see the slump in my mattress.
For now I've borrowed my sisters Futon wnich is amazing. Who would have thought a 3 inch thick mat on the floor could be so comfortable?
And it folds away during the day to give plenty of floor-space. I want to get one. But a real Japanese one, not a crappy wooden western one.

Three.
It was really good to see my friends again (well the ones I have seen), and despite everyone falling out with everyone else and me being the only bridge between most of them, it seems like the handfull of people I thought I'd keep in touch with when we all left thought the same.
A, N, B, AT, and M.
And AT seems much closer to me now. Weird that.

Now I'm going to leave you with one of my favourite dance tracks of 2006 - this song is amazing. So smooth and sexy.
I'd describe it as Moloko meets Spiller.
What do you think?

Booyaka-sha!

2007-01-02T12:44:00.000Z

Bon matin et bonne année.

Just taking a quick break from my horrifyingly large amount of revision because I'm about to have a mental breakdown.

I haven't blogged in ages I know, but can't allow myself to do it right now as then I'll get nothing done.

However...here are a few things for you to look forward to:

Hong Kong photos will be uploaded on Flickr accounts sometime this week

Hong Kong will be discussed, possibly in the 3 Random Things format

A special Back Home edition of 3 Random Things

A Uni edition of 3 Random Things

My quest to find the new Bring-on-Summer track

And now I'm going to leave you with my favourite track of the moment - I can imagine some of you are going to hate it, and especially as it's used some classic samples, and to be honest, I thought it was rubbish at first too, but now....now I LOVE IT!

This is the key that makes us wind up...

Blog you soon,

Azbo

2006-12-27T15:36:00.000Z

New year. New leaf.

2006-12-24T15:06:00.000Z

2006-12-07T23:17:00.000Z

I'm feeling more positive.

I think/hope /feel I'm making a break-through.

And I'm also going away for a while.

Bye.

2006-12-07T18:32:00.000Z

God I'm having Desi withdrawal symptoms.

I've been listening to the 'desi beats' on my iRiver all afternoon but its so old. I'm so out of the loop. Need to get some new asian-influenced music and soon.

I don't miss home but miss the indian environment.
Maybe it's because I've not seen family in quite a while and also the little things are not surrounding me anymore, like having Star Plus and Sabras radio.
Which is really silly, because I live in London - there are plenty of Asian radio stations and Southall is not that far away (even though it so doesn't compare to Melton Road), it's still, as the guy from Goodness Gracious Me would say, "Indian!".

Eugh, and the Hindu calendar has gone quiet now until Holi next spring.

2006-12-05T15:25:00.000Z

Okay readers, I need to share some issues.

This post will make no sense to most and appear "obscure" at points but for those that know me, you should be able to keep up.

Basically I've had a realisation...its about relationships, but before you roll your eyes and yawn, just read.

I have to admit that everytime I feel lonely and long for a relationship/someone to be with, it's only one half of me (if you know what I mean), and it's almost always that type of relationship.
Maybe it's because that's the only type of relationship I've properly kind-of had experience of and it was all at such an emotional time, and now that I've had it, I have something to miss - and long to have something like it back.

The other half (the "normal" half, if you want to be extremely un-PC) of me decided that I wasn't looking for a relationship right now, and just wanted to enjoy life and see where things go and what destiny brings.
Which is bad I guess because only when I experience this (normal) kind of relationship will I know whether it can compare to that kind of relationship and whether I'll stop missing it.

I've lost you haven't I?

I woke up on Sunday morning, really happy - when I wrote the Christmas post - but that was because of something I did on Saturday night which I really shouldn't have done.
Something which only temporarily filled the void and gave me a false sense of happiness.
As soon as I realised it had worn off I became quite depressed - thinking about my situation and how it was so hard to be this way, that I hadn't asked for it, and the rest of it.

Luckily a phone call from the best sister in the world at just the right time helped me to sort myself out and I was fine after that.
But what that conversation did do is push me/remind me of the "normal" side and of this girl I like...which is why I ended up at a club last night.
That night was so much fun, especially as I ended up dancing with her, and even grinding too.

Unfortunately I somehow bought more people drinks than I recieved that night and so had no money left to buy her a drink and then a (male) friend of hers asked her to come to the bar and after that I lost her.
Bummer.
She was looking for me though, but after giving up looking for her I left with my friends.

The thing is, I really enjoyed that, it was so much fun.

But...I still don't know if I want to persue things now. I just texted her and last night I asked her for coffee, to which she agreed, but I don't have a drive to persue it.

But what happens, if say I get into a "normal" relationship and still I have certain feelings, what if (to put it in such a horrible way) I'm not satisfied?

The trouble is, I don't know which half of my life I want to lead.

But then again, why am I seperating life into halves? Can't both halves be lived together in one "abonormal" lifestyle?

Hmmmm...

2006-12-03T13:33:00.000Z

Gooooood morning all!

I'm in a very happy mood this fine Sunday. I can't believe I'm just about to open the 3rd door on my (not so) Advent calendar.

The sun is shining through my window, Christmas songs are playing, life is goooood.

It's December.
Can you believe it?
The 12th month of the year!

In 12 days I'm jetting off to Hong Kong.
And soon after that it will be Christmas!

Also I have heard rumours that Christmas is being done at our house this year! How great is that. Every year, CKs family and my family do christmas together, and we alternate between houses each year. It was meant to be our house this year but up until today it had been decided
by the mums that it would be at CK's house.
I don't think I was meant to know because CK told me on MSN and I rang my mum excitedly to confirm but she was being really vague and was just like oh nothings been decided blah blah blah.

That will be so cool. I don't care how late it is when I get back from HK or how jet-lagged I am, as soon as I dump my bags in the hallway, that Christmas tree is going up!

Oh the weather outside is frightful, and the fire is so delightful, and since we've no place to go...

2006-12-02T20:48:00.000Z

My my, what a day...

God I swear I've been all over London today, my feet are so sore.

I had arranged to meet my cousin, CD, in Notting Hill today to go to a designer secret sample sale just off Portobello road at 1pm and so ended up there just after midday.
The sale was crap - there was nothing nice and anything that I'd remotely consider wearing was like a million pounds even with discount. Think I'll stick to my student-friendly High Street shops thank you very much.
And the people there were so up themselves. Get over yourselves you art school drop-outs.

So after that we browsed around Portobello market and wow how nice is Westbourne Grove!
By this time we were quite hungry so went to Nando's just by Notting Hill Gate station and at about half 3 I said goodbye to her at the station and began my walk down Kensington Church Street home.
I can't believe how close everywhere is to me, I'm in such a nice location. No more pointless tube journeys, plus overground is so much nicer, cheaper, and easier. Plus I get to know my area better.

After leaving her I went to H&M on Kensington High Street to get that hoody that I foolishly didn't buy the other day. They didn't have any left in my size (because it's so damn popular) and so as I had absolutely nothing to do I decided to walk to the store in Knighstbridge.
They also didn't have it (I was really pissed-off to find this out) and had also sold out of my size in this V-neck red merino wool jumper that I wanted. How dissappointing.
I bought the grey blazer though because it is really nice and things like that you can wear all year round.
I left there and was adamant that I wouldn't be defeated so made my way to Regents St. which is where I almost bought the hoody the first time.

Bloody hell how packed is Oxford St. at this time of year. And the police were trying to open the road and so force everyone on to the pavement even though there was no space whatsoever. Maybe this is why people do their Christmas shopping in July.
As I was passing the TopShop/Man flagship store I could have sworn it was snowing, but the snow was falling just over that building and nowhere else.
Either Santa is trying to tell me something or they have one sweet idea for Christmas decorations...

Anyway, that H&M had it, but again not in my size! Stupid Size Small stylish londoners.
After asking if they were going to get any more the sales assistant suggested I try their Covent Garden store.
I'm stubborn. If I want something, I try my very best to get it. Some may say that's a bad quality. Some may say it's drive/determination/ambition/motivation etc.
I don't care, off I was to Covent Garden.

There, at the very back of the store they had it. The first on the rack was a M, the second was a L and the third? Well, third time lucky!

They'd also sold out of the Small size in that red jumper, and only had blue left in my size.

The lessons learned from this:
1) If you like it, buy it!
2) Never go to H&M with me.

I think the Knightsbridge and Covent Garden stores are the only 2 in London that have all the Menswear sections that H&M do.

So there you have it, everything you ever wanted to know about Hennes, by and obsessive.

On the way back I randomly ended up in the middle of Soho. I'd done all of this without an A-Z by the way as I'd forgotten it in my room.
I was walking down Old Compton St, and then Brewer St. but I didn't find an alleyway that was funny. At least I don't think I did. (Private Joke)
Finally I managed to get back to Regents St. (big mistake) and managed to weave my way through the crowd to the underground!

And now, I'm very tired and will probably do a little work before I climb into bed and get some much loved sleeeeep.

Where were you in '92?

2006-11-30T23:43:00.000Z

London, I love you.

Carnaby Street, I love you.

I was at Grazia Magazines fashion party in Kingly Court today - 20% every store in the legendary Carnaby Street area...

BUT - I didn't buy squat, and that's NOT why I love it.

I was in 55DSL - an amazing store that is SO ME - check it out if you can - where I picked up FACT magazine - in it was a 7" review for M.I.A's new track XR2 - a collab with Diplo - and IT IS H.O.T. As soon as that beat kicks in, DAMN!
Check it out on her myspace

I love M.I.A - cant wait till the next album drops

I love the underground music/style/subculture - the trouble is knowing where to find it.

2006-11-29T18:19:00.000Z

I must not set foot in this store again for a while.

I must not spend money I technically don't have.

I must not buy clothes that I don't 'need'.

I must save my money for Hong Kong.

Merino wool red v-neck jumper: £19.99
White and black striped shirt: £19.99
Grey fitted blazer: £39.99

Having the will-power to walk away without buying any of them: PRICELESS

Azzys back, baby!

2006-11-28T20:23:00.000Z

Boo!

Long time no proper post so here goes...

I'm so annoyed with this stupid essay I've been having to write but have now managed over 900 words out of the 1000. I'm just on the conclusion, then it will be all done!
Hopefully I will get it out the way by the weekend.

Eugh I have so many lecture notes to do as well.

I checked my emails for the first time in a while today and was overwhelmed with important meeting notices - it only occured to me today how much I've got myself involved with.
The 3 of us year reps have to address the year tomorrow and attend a meeting on Friday, and another with University staff in a few weeks time.
On top of that I have Hindu Soc meetings every wednesday and am a promoter for one of the biggest shows that the Uni puts on each year.
I was also involved with the RAG fashion show but think I will have to pull out because I just can't manage everything on top of work.
It's a shame because it would be a good chance to meet people and I'd get to work with one of my friends from another halls who I hardly see nowadays.

God I miss freshers week so much - its so strange. I can't believe almost a third of the year is over. It's just flown right by.
Then again, I do have 6 years at Uni and possibly the rest of my life in London so I don't know why I'm so concerned.

I really want to earn some money somehow.
I can't stand having no money that's free to spend or feeling guilty everytime I do.
And I have no self control. I just see things and want to buy them.

Not good.

Life has just been so crazy and different since Uni started. I'm meeting all these new and random people and hopefully will be doing new things, and going to new places soon.
Still there's one thing that I'm searching for, and that's a relationship. There's no potential here at Uni which is quite a depressing and shit thought.

Thats another reason why I want to get a job - I'd meet people who are older and not students and would have a friend pool there.
Knowing more people equals potential to meet more people!

These are probably all issues that I've been moaning about in previous posts...or over coffee with certain readers, so sorry if you've heard it all before.
These are just the things that are going on in my head.

2006-11-22T20:49:00.000Z

I'm tired of waiting and generally pissed off.

I want to meet someone. And have a relationship. With love and affection.

Can someone please tell me where I can find this that I desire so greatly.

It's almost December, which means soon it will be a new year, which means I won't have fulfilled a new years resolution that I made ages ago on a certain someone's blog.

Well, 2 out of 3 isn't bad I guess, I got the grades, I got to Uni, but still...I'm fucking bored with being single.

2006-11-19T09:49:00.000Z

Okay, so you know how you know its officially Christmas when you see the Coca-cola advert.

Well scratch that. Yesterday I was in 2 shops that connect to Christmas so well:

Starbucks for their limited edition Christmas coffees (if it's not an Eggnog Late then it's a Peppermint Mocha),

And GAP for their chunky knit scarves and Christmas edition jumpers and loungewear.

God I'm so corrupted by commercialism, it's terrible.

Anyway - I heard this song in GAP which was really cool and a christmasy song that I've never heard before.
This morning I woke up and the lyrics were in my head so I googled it and got it.

It's Kay Starr's - My love will keep me warm - the Stuhr remix. Listen.

And thank's to YouTube - I also found the Coca-cola ad, the 90s version, with the trucks.

Holidays are comin', holidays are comin'...

The Very Exciting I'm Back Home Post

2006-11-18T18:19:00.000Z

I'm in the Bauble lounge.

Uplighters glowing, suave beats of the Guidence Collection playing out of the speakers.

Blinds open, and conifers illuminated by the orange gate-lights of next door.

Ahhh. I'm home!

I mean London is home, but Leicester is "home".
I love this city, and I love my house.

The night out we planned didn't happen in the end because I'm not feeling too good, Amba wanted to spend time with her brother, and Manish was too tired.

So instead I'm chilling out here in the front lounge. The 'rents are watching TV in the kitchen (because for some unknown reason no one ever likes to go and sit comfortably on reclining sofas and watch TV on a bigger screen in the back lounge, weirdos).

And here is how I spent my day...

I spent £100 in Topman.

Oops.

I needed/wanted to get some smart clothes for when I visit my patients and wanted something a little more trendy than the boring suit and shirts I've had since 6th form.
Plus people in London are so stylish, I have to conform.

I was already in town when my mum rang asking if I wanted to meet her to go shop around because she'd finished work, and eventually we ended up in Topman.

I wanted to get some smart trousers in grey but wasn't happy with these new 'wide-leg' styles that are in.
They don't really work on skinny guys.

As I was discussing them with her the style-advisor asked if I needed any help.
I explained that I needed something both smart and trendy and he suggested a few things.
It's the first time I've ever made use of their services and I defintely recommend it.

I tried a couple of pairs of trousers on with these 2 shirts but neither of us were happy with the wide-leg style so he found me a really nice pair of more tapered ones.
He also suggested injecting some colour into the shirt-trouser combo with a red skinny tie, tied loosely.

I ended up getting:

A darkish grey and white fitted stripped shirt with white collars,
a light grey and pale-green shirt in the same style,
amazingly soft charcoal trousers with an ultra-thin white pin-stripe.

I didn't get the skinny tie because it was like £10 and I'm certain I can get one cheaper from Camden.
If not I can always check out H&M or Topman in London.

I must get a job in either of those 2 stores. I must.

2006-11-17T21:53:00.000Z

I'm back home for the weekend. Woo!

Thought I'd make use of a free Friday afternoon (okay, so I skipped one lecture but shhh!) and Monday morning.

***We interupt this post to bring you a genuine mad panic:

Shit! shit shit shit!

I just got off the phone to Amba. We'd been talking about uni and how each other were finding it and the differences in our experiences of it.

But talking about it made me realise that I have to start house-hunting in January and still don't know who I'm going to live with!

I have one month of term left to find people who I want to live with.

She was talking about someone she knew who knew everyone and had loads of friends but had no one close to them.

I'm now worrying I'm the same, have I spread myself to thinly?

I don't have those 3-odd people who I am close to. But then again, that is more of a girl thing isn't it?

I mean I have raised the issue of house-hunting with people and I think Andrew and Susan kind of made references to us getting a place.

I did kind of want to live with Adam though, we live opposite each other now and are in the same tutorial group so I guess I know him more than anyone else.
Upon bringing up the convo with him, he said he was thinking about moving in with Davina and John.
They are both cool but I hardly know them whereas Adam goes out with them a lot.

Hmmm.

Panic panic panic!

***And now we return to our scheduled blogage:

It turns out that Nat and Amba are also down this weekend so we are going out to Revo's tomorrow with Manish for old times sake.

I got my hair cut finally (if you've seen Dan's blog you'll know what I'm on about).
I can't believe how expensive it is to get a simple style.
The cheapest I found was for £15 with a graduate stylist who looked my age or £11.95 at Super-cuts.

Being a bit of a style-snob (can't help it, sorry, I'm just too vain) I didn't want to go to Supercuts incase they didn't give consultations and messed it up but I'm actually glad I did.
She did a really good job and knew exactly what to do.

It's all short again which is quite strange (my poor long hair!) and I'm paranoid it makes me look 12, but its nice.
Me like.

Alex was pestering me to keep it long for when I go to HK because there are really funky stylists there apparently and it's really cheap, although I question what he defines as "funky".
He'll be annoyed that I got it cut short but it will grow a bit by then.

I think I want it dyed.
Not like ridiculously blatant or anything too camp, but my hair in the summer turns a dark brown colour and I wish it was like that all the time.
Black is boring.

Anyway, where was this going?

Oh yeah...I'm back home!

I have my lovely house,
I have home-cooked food,
I have SKY-900 channels of random crap-TV,
And I haven't forgotten how to drive.
Woo!

Home seems so small now, compared to LDN.
I was bored of here before I left, but now it's nice to be back.

I was walking round my old school area in town today looking for hair salons and saw all the places we used to hang out at.
It's weird that all that is over.
It seems like so long ago now.
The distant past.

Orson tracks really remind me of school, especially A-levels as Rathan used to play their album in his car on the way to and from exams all the time.
It was like the only album he had in his car.
And driving home today in the car, Ash - Burn baby burn came on.
I gasped so loudly that mum thought I was going to crash or something.
That track is a teen anthem!
It reminded me of 6th form and all the things we used to get up to in those days.

Okay, that's enough random rambling,

Azuric

2006-11-11T22:06:00.000Z

Well, that was one drama-filled Saturday...

I was in bed this morning watching Lost when my sister rang.

I thought it was a little strange of her to ring, but thought that it was maybe because we hadn't spoken to each other or something.

In actual fact it was to tell me that my cousin CK, had been in a car accident early this morning, that he was okay and in hospital with a few cuts and bruises but nothing serious and that the car had been totally wrecked and written-off.

I was almost close to tears after the call which was surprising. It's only when something so terribly serious happens that you realise just how much you love someone. He's like my little brother (despite being so much taller than me).

I immediately rang my mum and then rang my aunty who was in an expectedly emotional state. From the three conversations I had a sketchy idea as to what had happened but it was only when I got to Watford that everything became clear.

My sister and I arranged to meet in Watford at 1pm so I rushed to get ready and eat and then make my way to Euston.

Both of us ended up running late, my sister more than me, but we eventually got to Watford and grabbing a quick bite to eat were taken to Barnet Hospital by my uncle.
They'd taken him to Barnet because it was much closer to the crash site.

When we got there he was sleeping in the bed, with my aunty in the chair next to him holding his hand.
His face was grazed and bruised and his lip was cut.
It was so scary and upsetting to see him like that, it just made me think how worse things could have been.

My aunty was in a state, she'd been up all night with him in A&E and looked as if she could cry again at any moment.

My sister and I had been there for about 5 minutes when he began to stir.
My aunty whispered to him that we'd come to see him and straight away his face lit up.
Both of us laughed as we said hey and moments later he was sitting up in bed making jokes and chatting normally.

We all sat there chatting about the crash and what happened and how he was feeling for some time. He was still dizzy and his cuts were sore.
Especially the stiches in his head, which the doctors had managed to sew without shaving his hair - how cool is that.
All he can remember at the moment is driving along, then the airbag going-off, and then being in A&E.

After that we managed to convince my aunty to eat so I went to the cafe with her while she told me the whole story.

My cousin was coming back from a party in London (where he didn't drink because he never does if driving) at about midnight. It had been raining Friday night for quite some time.
There was lorry in the slow lane of the M1, a RangeRover in the middle lane, and my cousin attempting to overtake it in the Third lane.
Just after he had overtaken, the car hit a puddle of water (according to the police there was also some diesel on the road) and so skidded.
He lost control of the car and it began to spin around and around over the 2nd and 3rd lanes.
The RangeRover coming towards it was able to do nothing because of the Lorry in the 1st lane and so hit his car in (luckily*) a head-on collision.

*My aunt showed me a picture of the car.
The whole bonnet had been totally smashed in, it was as if it wasn't even there.
Just a warped cockpit had survived.
Had the RangeRover have hit him side on the police reckon he wouldn't have made it.
He's lucky to be alive.

We were all laughing afterwards back in the ward, when he'd really perked up because all he was worried about was his car. There we were scared shitless and he's thinking about the car.
He was really into doing it up and had just that day ordered rims and paid the deposit for the tints, and now the whole thing was destroyed. It is quite sad really.

My aunt was really glad that my sister and I went, she told me in the cafe and told my mum the same, that my cousin really livened up after seeing us.
Apparently before that he'd just been lying there slipping in and out of sleep.

God these things scare the crap out of you. I'm still thinking what-ifs, and thanking that there were none.

2006-11-09T17:09:00.000Z

My god, so much to say. What an eventful day. I think the best way would be a special edition of:

Three Random Things

One.
I think I have a stalker.
For the 3rd or maybe 4th time now, I've been rung by a with-held number.
I answer but the caller says nothing. It then hangs up after I shout the 3rd "HELLO?!"
It happened again just moments ago and this time I could vaguely make out voices of other people talking in the background.
Why don't you just talk to me whoever you are?!

Two.
God why does this always happen to me? I got a text today from a female friend I've known for a few years now.
Only she clearly didn't mean to send the text to me.
Here's what it said:

"I had senior 1 too! Cudnt be arsed for questions 15-25, i jst slept lol.
Its such a waste of time! Sum qs wer easyish tho.
Ah [Azuric] so fit! Ws jst thinkin bt hm!x"

She hasn't realised she sent it to me yet. And I think I'm just going to pretend I never recieved it.

Three.
Okay there's actually four things. And the next two are both important so:

Three A.
I met In Full Bloom today!
It was so cool to. Much easier than I thought it'd be and I think (and hope) we got on really well. We were chatting like we were proper friends. Which I guess we are, despite the fact that this was the first time we'd met.
We both thought it was so random and cool that her just clicking on "next blog" at the top of hers led her to mine, and from just that, months later there we were, chatting over coffee.

Three B.
Mum's are just so great sometimes.
I was feeling a bit down yesterday and so explained to my mum that I was and why when I spoke to her over the phone that evening.
I'm quite good at self-analysing myself I've discovered, and just talking to her made me feel so much better.

Basically I think I was feeling a little bit jealous of J.
I don't know why I felt threatened by him. I think it's to do with the whole him getting with D thing. Not that I wanted D or anything. I don't find her attractive.

There seems to be so much of a focus of getting into a relationship here what with everyone asking if you've found a girl friend yet and who you fancy. It's so school playgroundish.
I got really pissed off and upset when my uncle asked me that through my aunty who I was talking to over the phone on tuesday night.

No I haven't got a girlfriend yet. Why? Does that make me a loser?

I explained this to mum and she made me feel so much better. It was like I was seeking for someone to say that it's okay if I don't.
She asked me if I was even looking for a relationship right now and the truth is I'm not.
I've been here 6 weeks.
I have 6 years ahead of me.
Right now I just want to make friends and have a good time.

Then she was saying things like, "It's not like you're ugly. You're a good-looking boy. You could have a 100 girlfriends after you if you wanted." - awww shucks mum.

She then told me that it was better if I didn't get into a relationship just yet because then I wouldn't concentrate on working and added, "Your dad was chasing 100 girls and look where that landed him", which I thought was a bit of a jab (*wonder's if they've had an argument*).

Right I'm hungry so basically yeah, I'm feeling much better now.
I know that having a relationship right now is not what I want.
If it happens it happens and wicked, but I'm not going to go and search for one for now.

P.S. NEWS JUST IN:
According to my cousin CK, text-friend has liked me for a year, apparently it was so obvious. So very slowly it's making sense. The thing is I know text-girl through CK but now I'm good friends with her and CK hates the "stuck-up arrogant cow".

2006-11-01T01:42:00.000Z

Does anyone know how I can get eye-liner off?

Oh my god I've just had one of the best nights ever since I've moved to London! This Halloween has made up for the 18 previous ones that I hadn't celebrated for.

I never ever ever thought in all my life that I'd be on a tube bandaged up shaking buckets in rich people's faces.

There are photos for those who know where to look.

And my costume kicked butt, even if I do say so myself. I got so many compliments, and so many looks.
The look this one old lady gave me was price-less!
And the children - most of them loved my costume, but I scared two, bless. Although maybe not as much as the crowd of girls at Kensington Underground on the platform.

And as well as having heaps of fun, we raised so much money for a childrens hospice, go us!

2006-10-30T16:27:00.000Z

God why am I on here when I really should be working?

I have so much to do, and time just seems to fly by here.
Infact I think I only have 3 free weekends from now until Christmas!

Anyway, I'll start work at 5 so that gives me 40 minutes to do other stuff like blog, although should I? No one seems to read or write posts these days

Anyway - yesterday:

I met my cousin for lunch in Covent Garden. We arranged to meet at 1 and I so underestimated the greatness of the Piccadilly line. I ended up getting there half an hour early. To kill time I walked around Covent Garden Market for a while and past those weird people who dress up as statues and stand around, although one of them was reading a text message which I thought was hilarious.
After about 10 minutes of that I was tempted by the shops, especially the infamous H&M Covent Garden - my bank balance's worst nightmare. It has one of the best men's sections of all the Hennes and is so funky.
I was just browsing and having a look at a few things and ended up buying a jacket.

I know!
Im so bad.
But they had student discount for October only, and they accepted my anti-NUS Imperial card which was like a sign!
And plus I've wanted a blazer type jacket like that for ages and it was nice, and not bad for £36. Its courdroy and dark brown. Yum yum.
I don't think I'll be telling mum about it though. I will be murdered if she finds out I've been using my overdraft for unnecessary shopping.

After leaving H&M I met up with my cousin who had been waiting at the underground for 5 minutes (oops!) and then we went on the hunt for a nice pub to eat in. We couldnt find anywhere cheap and nice there so began walking towards Leicester Square.

On the way we came across the Avenue Q Theatre. I really want to go see it!
I was telling her it's meant to be really good and then we both laughed as we saw the poster advertising it on the side of the theatre - the one with the caption "something big is arriving" (wonders if Anyhoo knows which one I'm on about?).

We found a really nice pub just up the road from the theatre - The Round Table, where I had the nicest fish 'n' chips. Mmmmm!
Lunch was spent catching up and talking, and it turns out she's been on a few dates with my sisters friend who she met at my sister's birthday (a.k.a the night of poultry textation). It will be so cool if they get together!
After grub we went window shopping for a bit and then said our good-byes as I hoped on the tube at Piccadilly and she walked back to Leicester Square.

I got back home at about 4pm and then went to the gym for an hour before coming back to have dinner with friends in another corridor.

And that's about that.

Ooh and I also found out that a guy who I used to go to school with is staring in Wicked. He's the worlds biggest prick, but if he get's famous, there's my "guess who I used to go to school with".

2006-10-30T16:01:00.000Z

Hehehehe.

That text was great. Even if one of you didn't fall for it.

When I got the reply message from another one of you I burst out laughing randomly in a crowd of people and then had to appologise for being weird.

Yup, "Karma's a bitch [Azuric]", but still, you fell for it, ner-ner-ne-ner-ner!

Okay I have to admit I fell for it too but it seemed a little more believable from my sender.
And my mum fell for it too, bless.

I was in stiches when she rang me back with, "you stupid idiot!".

Ooh who to send it to next...?

2006-10-28T21:21:00.000+01:00

I had a very different day today.

B (remember B from school? My friend who is now at UCL) came down to meet me here in Kensington and then we went for a walk in Hyde Park.

It was nice to catch up and exchange stories of how we are now Londoners and the buzz has gone, this is home, blah-de-blah, and we were both in awe at the greenery and wide open space. It's going to be so nice at Christmas. I hope it snows!

Upon entering the park we headed in the direction of the pond where we sat for a while talking more and wishing we'd brought our cameras, and then made our way to the Palace after getting lost on the way and ending up at the Diana Princess of Wales Memorial Garden first.
Obviously we couldn't afford to go into the Palace so left after B stole a rose from the gardens.

We made our way out onto Kensington High Street and spent quite a while there in the shops (just window shopping obviously) and lunching.

Urban Outfitters is so amazing!
I've been to the one in Birmingham but this one puts it to shame.
As soon as we both walked in the Graffiti books grabbed our attention and we both gasped with excitment as we saw Banksy's Wall and Piece.
We flicked through the pages admiring Banksy's amazingness and it was then that B told me she's planning to try graffiti because there's a wall in Camden where people do their own things.
I'd so love to but its hard to
A) do something that's actually art
B) not step on another artists toes

At about 4 pm-ish we walked back to my place and played a game of pool before I dropped her off to the SK Tunnel

Tomorrow I'm meeting my cousin (CD) for coffee and lunch in Covent Garden.
Although before I do that I need to do all my washing and try and get to the gym for a bit.
Oh and maybe do some bloody work.

I don't know what's happened to me, I used to be so organised and on top of my work.
I still haven't caught up with stuff because of missing things during Freshers and I feel so not in control of things.
Saying that I'm still ahead of most people. I think.

Anyway, all this points to the fact that I'm now really happy here. London is amazing. And it's my home!

2006-10-27T00:35:00.000+01:00

Time and money just fly by in this city...

2006-10-23T17:43:00.000+01:00

Last weekend was so much fun, very busy, and er...strange.

I got back to Leicester at 4.10pm-ish on Friday and it was while waiting for my sister to pick me up that I noticed for the first time that winter is on the way.
The weather was awful, cold, windy and wet. So far in London it's been warm generally.

Anyway, Friday happened to be Kali Chaudas (Black Day) - our version of Halloween and the second day of Diwali.
On this day Hindus pray to the Goddess Kali to banish evil from their homes and no one tends to leave their houses after dark apart from to perform a ritual at the nearest cross-roads (or in the back garden in our case) to lure out the evil from our homes.

The first thing I noticed as we pulled up in the drive was that my dad and sister had put up the Diwali/Christmas/New Years/February lights up.
I was surprised that they did because my dad is never normally bothered and its always me pushing everyone to do anything celebratory.

It's so weird going home when you don't live there anymore.
My room just seemed so clean, bare, and empty.
The rest of the house was just the same and I only realised how much I'd missed things when I noticed them again. Especially the house at Diwali time.

And now for a totally random change of subject as this post has been written over a few days and I've forgotten most of the things I wanted to blog about from the weekend - oh no, wait...

...I did want to say that although I had an extremely fun and busy weekend at home I felt happy and relaxed to finally make it home to my "flat" in Lovely London, after lugging all my stuff on a train, two tubes (stupid no picadilly from Kings Cross!) , and a bit more across the city in the rain. And I didn't miss family or home enough for it to upset me which is such a good thing.

My mum asked me twice if I was missing them and then once more when I got back and it felt bad to say no so the third time I kind of lied and said I did. I guess I am, but thankfully not in a depressing way. And I explained to her that it was a good thing that I wasn't because that would be harder.

Ultimately it means that I love it here, and I so do.
After the first week and a bit of feeling a little lonely during the day time (and still having that feeling occasionally when I'm on my own in my room or something) I've acclimatised and got used to it all, and generally, life here is so much fun.

I do get concerned sometimes because I don't have one group of people that are my "posse" and most people do, but the Azuric doesn't opperate like that.
I'm a friend whore and like to have many people in many places.

Anyway, enough rambling because I don't know where I'm going.

Sorry for the lack of blogging (although it seems most people are like that at the moment - HINT HINT!), speak soon.

Where's the buzz?

2006-10-19T14:44:00.000+01:00

God I can't believe this is my third week here. Time has just flown by.

And everything just seems normal now.
The excitement and buzz about coming to live in London just vanished.

Suddenly seeing the Albert Hall out of your kitchen window and having Hyde Park as your back garden doesn't seem so wow.

And the tube is now just...the tube. Hot, crowded hassle.

Here and Hammersmith don't feel like London. It could so easily be any city.

I want to go to tourist London!

I'm so doing that next week.
I want to meet up with friends and go for coffee in Camden or go down to the river or something...

So This Is University Life...

2006-10-11T18:50:00.000+01:00

Okay, screw everything that happened last week because I've forgotten most of it and it can't be that important/interesting.
What's important is the now.

I can't believe I've been here a week and a half now, it's just flown by.

At the moment my mood is happy, I'm feeling good. Going to Medics Badminton tonight but not to the Hammersmith Palais after as I want a good nights sleep before the Medics Ball tomorrow night at Pacha - that night will hopefully be bombastic.
I'm excited too that the 2nd years will be there.
I had a good msn chat today with my medic uncle, he's so nice and helpful, and has promised to give me "The Magic CD" - which contains the legendary 3 sets of notes needed to ace the year.

I'm always okay during the nights when its busy and I know there's something to do or somewhere to go but feel a little down during the day sometimes.
I guess it's because this place still isn't "home" and these friends aren't "friends" yet.
But as I said, it's only been 11 days so far and I shouldn't expect things to feel normal yet.
I was told that you adapt and get used to it and everything settles 3 weeks in so I'll see where things go.

I felt really upset on Sunday night because I'd had such a fantastic weekend celebrating my sisters birthday with our cousins and her friends and then when they had to go and leave me it felt quite crappy.
We went clubbing on Saturday night in Camden at a place she'd put us all on the guestlist for and it was great - she got absolutely plastered after a "lethal combination" - the most alcoholic drink they served right after tequila shots, plus all the other drinks people were buying her.
And I got very "tipsy" too.
Infact it was the second time in that week and in my life ever that I drunk so much that I felt that if I had any more I might be sick.
And I'm very proud of that fact that that's never happened to me. It was also the night certain texts were sent.

Oh and I've just remembered - I did have chicken!

After the club we went to get some food in a fast food place and then waited 17 years for a licenced cab but couldnt get one and so settled for an unlicenced one. Naughty us.
By the time we got back to South Ken it was 4 am. CK, my sister, and I made noodles in my kitchen before finally getting to bed at about 5 am

At about 8 am it was a case of 3 in a bed and the little one said need water, need water, so we all got out and looked at the photos from the night before while my sister drank and my cousin ate. Then it was back to bed till midday and at 2 pm we had lunch with CD

After lunch they left to meet to drop CK at Euston to get a train back home and then to meet with everyone for Kareoke and dinner.

I couldn't go as I had my formal dinner at my halls.

Uni life is fun, and so very different, and I'm sure it will be comforting when the work starts and I have regularity too.

This weekend CK, CD, a friend, and moi are going to see Russell Peters so that should be really good.

The friday after that I'm going home for Diwali.
I'm looking forward to it and I'm not sure whether that's a good thing or not.

It will be good to see my parents though. I miss them and my friends. It's like going to a new school, and at the same time going to a new home.

There are a few people I've started to gel with and I've also moved away from J and D which has made me feel better.
Thats a bad thing to say because they are so nice and do look out for me, and they were both saying how they haven't seen me much these days but I'm not 100% the same as them and don't really enjoy going out with their group and the things they do.

Anyway I'm so tired and need to wake up before badminton and wow, wasn't this a feeling splurge and a half!

2006-10-09T15:02:00.000+01:00

Tuesday

Mum's and Dad's night - at the Medics bar in Hammersmith.

This night was so much fun.
I had already met my medic mum the night before but couldn't stay long as D was outside puking.
My mum is so amazingly great - she's short and sweet, so fun, and was really pissed when I met her again. But really lovely.
She introduced me to her friends (my aunties and uncles) and then we all got chatting.
It turns out that her friend (now my dad) has two daughters (now my sisters) from my halls so we spent most of the evening talking and getting to know each other better.
The parents were so funny, with mum and dad taking the piss out of each other loads, and I kept uninentionally taking the piss out of my dad too so my mum loved it.
After the night was over they both invited us to the others house but neither could decide whos house to actually go to so instead they dropped us off at the bus stop.

We did have good serious chats with them too.
They're going to give us these legendary notes that secretly go round the Imperial Medics, and they all warned us not to get into a relationship in the first year because it will be too hard to cope.
I think my uncle put it best when he said, "keep your studies at Imperial and take your dick elsewhere".

I swear I'm missing out things that I did want to say purely because I've forgotten them but I must be feeling better now if I cant remember them.

I remember that Weds and Thurs were periods when I felt down.
It wasn't that I was missing home, but that I was missing family and friends.
Everyone here are still alien. There is no one that knows you or no one you know.
It's nothing like school.
But it is getting better.
I guess I've just got to keep making the effort.

I am really tired now so am going to drink my Lemsip and toddle off to bed.
Comments please.

2006-10-08T23:02:00.000+01:00

Sincere appologies to anyone who recieved any form of communication from me late Saturday night/early Sunday morning.
Incidently, I had to settle for noodles.