Im loving Lilly Allen.

I first heard about her on AbstractBoy's blog and checked out her myspace as recomended.

From the moment the page sprung up I thought hey this is funky.

Her musical influences are really varied also, and her personality lively and funny, giving me the impression that I was going to like what I heard.



And I did indeed, LDN is such a great track!
A happy pop-ska sound with production that is so original/unique compared to most of the manufactured crap on the radio.

The song explores perceptions of London, and how "if you look twice" the city which we all love is not as perfect as it seems, "its all lies".

The lyrics, which are half rapped/half sung are quirky and amusing but also clever, and her velvety voice is just as gorgeous as she is.

Anyway, GO check it out now.
I keep listening to it over and over again!

Her 3 other songs available to hear are great as well, especially "Little Things" and "Everything's just wonderful".

Her funny/lively character shows most in her blog, and the thing I like most about her is how real and down to earth she is. Like one of us. Thats a stupid thing to say, but you'll know what I mean when you GO check out her space/blog.

Here's a lil bit from her blog, talking about shooting the video for LDN which is out soon (wikid!):

Saturday was the same thing , riding round the city all day , doing some talk to camera shit etc etc , its weird actually, being infront of a camera , I guess people think if you sing and write these songs you must be a natural at performing them like this , whatever . Sunday is last day of shooting , we start off in this park in Soho , where I used to play as a kid , and we ask the park keeper permission to film in the nice gardeny bit , he agreed . cut a long story shorthish , I'm wearing these trousers under my dress cause it's fucking freezing , and the director asked me to take them off cause you could see them in the shot . I told him to fuck off , or take his shirt off so he could see how he liked it , so he did( well down to his vest anyway ) . I kept my part of the bargain by taking my tracksuit bottoms off , when this park guy comes running out his shed with a RAKE ! telling us in an eastern european voice " get out , I no agree to make sex movie in my garden ". Picture me with my trousers round my ankles standing next to a bench and the director in a vest talikng through the shot , I can see where he was coming from , but he wouldnt let us explain . " please leave park " " no , leave park now , I no agree to this " . Funny eh ?
Anyway sunday shoot over and , I go and meet my mates Sid and Adam for dinner when finally, my Dad calls me to tell me I have a baby sister 7 .5 lbs , two whole days since Tamsin ( my dads missus ) went into labour . We couldn't believe it took her so long to deliver , must've been New Labour ( ha ha ha aha )


till next time
lily xx x x

I had detention today.

I know!

Me!

Detention.

Ha!

7 years of good behaviour. Being a Senior prefect. And in the last term of my last year I get a detention.

When I got the reminder in maths today, everyone wanted to know what it was about so I told them.
Then my maths teacher asked, so I replied,
"Well I've never had one so I thought I'd see what the experience is like before I leave."

We also had a meeting this morning for all the (prospective) Medics, Dentists, Vets, Physiotherapists etc. called by the Head of Biology - Mr D (who is also the guy who talks to the Med schools) and the careers advisor - Pea-head (the most annoying teacher ever, who speaks at a rate of 2 words every new moon, and with an exponential amount of um-ming and ah-ing).

Mr D just basically congratulated everyone who had managed to get offers and (stating the near-obvious) told us that this year had been the worst yet for Medical admissions.

Apparently Kings recieved, for only 140 places, a total of...wait for it...9000 applications!

And certain other universities had finally answered to his enquiries as to why most of us were so badly treated - apparently they were just so overwhelmed with applications that they selected people on an "eenie-meenie" basis!

Then Pea-head started talking so most people switched off or began rolling eyes/having mouthed converstations/banging their heads against any surface at hand.

He did begin also by congratulating us on "pulling through a tortuous process" and telling us that we had "immense amounts of pressure put on us" (Nah! You dont say!), but then went on to say "but thats life" and warned us to "get used to it"
And there's no better confidence boosting pep-talk than one which contains the phrase, "this is the begining of the end".

I wonder if his careers advisor ever gave him that talk.

Im off to bed.
Nighty night.

P.S. Wasn't The Apprentice so amazingly edge-of-seat fantastic today!

YOUR FIRED!

Okay, the time is currently 17:05. At 18:00 I will begin work. Until then, I will blog.

Remember my favourite green hoody?
The one that I wear all the time?
It went into the laundry on friday, and came out considerably smaller on Saturday morning.
It seems that a certain sister/buffoon can't read simple washing instructions that say LINE DRY ONLY.
I could have been so much more pissed off than I was, but the guests we had round prevented tantrum-throwing.

The reason we had guests round, (these being A and, my sisters friend, the hilarious Iraqi doctor who I can honestly say is the funniest person I have ever met) was because we were going to GO APE! in Sherwood Forest Park in Nottingham.

It was fantastic. Go Ape! is such a great day out, and way more fun than any theme park. There's nothing like swinging around high up in the tree canopy, climbing nets, crossing rickety bridges and balance beams, gliding down zip-slides, pretending you're a spy in the Amazon, or being chased, and generally acting the square root of your age!

Go! Check out the website, and see which one is nearest you. Then ask some friends, and book it!

We spent about 4 hours completing the circuit there and A and I (I as in me, not another friend) even snuck back to have another go on the longest/highest zip-slide. (I took an awesome video going down it with A's digicam, which I will hopefully be putting up on my un-annonymous website), before giving into our hunger and leaving. We stopped off at a nice little English country pub on the way back for a late lunch.

When we got home my sister and I were totally shattered. I just wanted to go to bed, but we were instead invited by phonecall to a family-friends house for a barbeque.
At the time I was really annoyed with Mum for saying yes.
Why can't Indian people ever just say no?!
However we went and had a really good night.

I haven't laughed so much in such a long time.
It was also really nice to see just how much they value us/me.
For example, one of the sons introducing me to his girlfriend as the funniest guy they know.
Or my uncle (not actually my uncle, just refered to as - its an Indian thing) saying that every time we meet up I keep churning out the jokes.
And another time when the same son mentioned something about how it will be really funny at our weddings. Its just subtle things like that that make you realise that they feel so close to us.

Its really good how all of us get along with each other. As in my sister and I can converse with their parents and vice-versa and their parents really value my sister and I.
Its not just parents with parents and kids with kids.

I have a reputation with them (and a few other close family friends) for being really funny. I don't know why exactly, I guess it comes from taking the mickey out of certain (mostly) Indian character traits/accents/mispronunciations/other that everyone can relate to, in my normal slightly sarcastic way.
And also being comfortable and feeling relaxed around them. But I don't try. My other uncle (again not actually) asked me to make everyone laugh last time we met up with them. I can't just do it, it comes naturally.
Whats really embarrassing is when mum and sister ask you to do a line involving Chinese accents to people you hardly know!

However, I've noticed recently (in general, not just with this particular family), that I feel scared /worried inside that Im going to say something over the line.
It could possibly be a result of pressure to perform, like I feel I have to entertain, because people expect it.
Or maybe because Im really glad im building this rappor with people I like/respect, and am scared of losing it?
Or maybe I just think too much sometimes.

Anyway, its 17:56 now so better wrap it up.

Sunday was boring anway. It just involved me realising halfway through the afternoon that I had a maths paper in for the next day, and FOUR in for the day after.

Ooh ooh!
There was also a nice family outing to MFI to gawk at office furniture, which lead to a nice family argument (still in the HomeStudy section of MFI by the way) over why we had come/I had been dragged all the way there in the first place.
It seems that mum "didn't realise" that the option of buying flat-packed was almost the same cost as getting fitted in the case of our study, even though she was the one who obtained the quotes to begin with.
After that we moved on to Harveys because my opinion was required regarding two contestants for the Bauble-Lounge Coffee Table Contest.
One recieved the "You are joking right?" award and the other came close with a "Nice but it won't go with our stuff" award.

Isn't it hilarious when parents who have been proved wrong then start retaliating with a completely random argument?
Mum who was clearly mardy declared that there was no point in furnishing the room so much as no one will use it, before begining to stride out to the car.
Then I gave her a big hug in the middle of the store and wouldn't let go, saying loudly "Awww there there, cheer-up, awwwwww" repeatedly until she burst out laughing.

Ooh crap, Its 18:14!

Bye.

Recently it seems that all I do is eat and sleep like a little puppy.
No matter how much I eat, every two hours-ish I feel able to eat a little more.
And, as often happens with the current workload/boredom I just loll-off to sleep frequently throughout the day. But I think thats partially down to my stupid Haemoglobin not carrying enough iron also.
Whilst googling for the above picture, I also found this little fella...

...who's blissfully unaware that hes showing his little fella!

You have to hand it to Lady Sovereign...

Especially the "History of Hoodie" section.
And go on, sign the petition, don't let a few thugs and criminals spoil the rep of a wonderful piece of clothing that has become the symbol of urban culture.
She even has a track out about it!

Arrrgghhhh!!!

Bloody hell.

I've filled up my iRiver!

All 40 Gigs of it!

I cant believe it.

How can one person have that much music?

I never thought Id fill it up.
An MP3 hard-drive is like tap water - its always there, but you never think you'd run out.

Then again, I should have known Id have to pay for my musical promiscuosity one day.

But what to delete?

What to delete?!

Deleting music is a sin!

...I feel dirty.

Im fed up.

I cant concentrate on my revision. I dont feel motivated to do any work. And at the same time Im constantly feeling guilty about the lack of progress Im making, so feel obligated to sit here at my desk and do...nothing.

I hate holidays. I want to go back to school. As geeky as that sounds, I want to see my friends, and to have something to do. Three weeks off for Easter is much too long, especially when your imprisoned in your house under revision guilt.

I feel angry and upset also. With life. I know that is a really stupid thing to say, because I have so much good stuff going for me. And everything is going good. On the surface.
Inside however, underneath that, Im aching a little.

Sometimes I hate being half of one thing and half of another. I know it could be worse, but I cant help thinking that Im juggling to halves of nothing.
I guess Im just tired of this underlying feeling of being lonely and in the dark...

Oops! Im going to have to end this here, I've lost track of thought after having listened to Smiley Faces - Gnarls Barkley.
That track is so deep. The lyrics are amazing.

I think im a closet geek.

Maybe not a 100% geek, but I have quite a big degree of geekiness.
A chunky wedge of the geekiness pie-chart.

I was talking to A (the gay friend) a few days ago about the new PC I was getting:

Me: ...oh my new PC will be here by then.
A: your getting a new PC?
Me: Yeah, its so great, 3GHz processor, a Gig of RAM.
A: Wow!
Me: Yeah I know, 200 Gig harddrive, 19 TFT flat screen -
A: - Woah, dude I was being sarcastic. That means nothing to me. I don't know anything about computers.

This, along with being accused of being a geek by another friend for playing with the internals of PCs got me thinking, and lead me to this conclusion.

Further evidence includes:
I know what an RSS feed is
I blog
I own a pair of Converses
Im studying all Sciences and Maths

But im geeky and proud. Nowadays geek is cool. I got the geek chic thing going on!

I haven't really been up to much recently, but then again can you blame me. Revision is making me feel guilty constantly. I hate that feeling.

I did however, do an Orange Wednesday, with N (the friend who likes monkeys) and A.
We went to see She's the man.

A total chick-flick.

And A's choice no less.

It was okay I guess, and funny in places. (But slap-stick funny, not clever funny)

What may I ask is this new US film/TV makers obession with casting actors to play parts that are way too young for them?
It probably happens in the UK as well, im just basing it on examples I have at hand.
I was watching the film and thought, these guys are way too big/built to be 18 or Sophomores/Sixth Formers.
And sure enough, when I IMDB the movie, I find that the lead guy is 25.
7 years older than the character he's meant to be playing.

And it happens in The OC also.
All four of the main characters who are teenagers, going to university next year are played by actors/actresses in their early/mid 20s.

Everyone slates the media for putting pressure on young girls to look like sticks, but they do the same and opposite to guys also.

After the film we went to the pub next door for drinks which was fun. It was good to catch up, even if we've only not seen each other for a week.
And the Arsenal-Portsmouth game was on so that was being half watched.
Poor Sol Campbell - that broken nose/blood streaming situation had to hurt!

What else is there to report?
Ah yes, my metabolism seems to be somersaulting at the moment, every couple of hours im hungry again. Even if I ate loads the meal before.

And my mum has stolen my favourite green hoody, and is holding it captive.
Because apparently its become my "second skin", and I "shouldn't be wearing new clothes in the house".

Mums!

Yep thats everything.
Night night.

My my, doesnt time fly when your wasting it.

Revision is going okay.
But in a bid to maintain some sanity, as a result of having a worn-down will-power/self determination level and a bit of the inevitable, I have been procrastinating.

And this time its not camera/Flickr related...because...my camera is broken!
For some unexplainable reason, the morning after I spilt Sherry over it at that party, the lens barrel started making weird sounds and stopped opening. Now when I turn it on, it says lens error and turns itself off.
Of course it cant have possibly to do with the Sherry shower, because it was working fine after that little accident all night.
(Thats my excuse, and Im sticking to it!)

Anyway, said procrastination does have something to do with the wonder that is MySpace!
Its fantastic. I've been on it for 3 days and already have 26 friends, most of which are famous or cool new unsigned artists.
And Im the group leader of 2 groups.
Join now if you havent already - myspace.com
Do it now!
Well actually, finish reading this, then join.

Apart from that, I have been loving LL Cool J's latest "song" featuring Jenny to tha Lo, or J from tha block, or whatever it is she calls herself these days.
It has some excellent production from Jermaine Dupri (JD), and I really like the bass and beats.
However I think the best thing is the part near the end where they have clearly run out of lyrics - z-z-z-za za-za-za zazazaza-za!

Spring is here.
And thats a good thing, but you know what it means...

...open windows.
And you know what open windows mean...

There I am in the shower minding my own business, shampoo in my hair, singing along to The Kooks when suddenly I heard that familiar, bone-chillingly, fear-inducing sound.

I quickly rinse my face and wipe my eyes before opening them to see the terrifying sight which confirmed my fears...

...there was a WASP just metres away buzzing its way towards me!

I've never run so fast in my life.
Luckily there was no one at home at the time. There was water all over the corridor carpet.

And thankfully there was a spare towel on the banister. Otherwise who knows what I would have done.

I eventually managed to coax the thing out of the window with a rolled-up magazine and a stick. (After getting dry and clothed.)

Anyway, I've spent most of the last 2 days revising Mammalian Physiology, and in particular, the Liver. Who would have thought that big brown blob could be so interesting.
But it is, what with performing Glyconeogenesis and everything else it does.
The human body is so fantastic. It never ceases to amaze me.
How it functions, and how it can heal itself. How all the cells know what to do, and even on a microcellular level, the organelles are so interesting. Especially mitochondria, which are like cells within cells.

I got a letter from the University of Birmingham today. An offer for Biomedical Science. They are asking for BBB which is great. And this means I have an insurance, God forbid having to use it though.

My mum sent me a funny text today. It got a LOL from me so I'll share it with you:

Question: If you had sex everyday for a whole year and kept all 365 condoms, melted them down and made a tyre out of the rubber, what would you call it?

Answer: A f**king Goodyear!

And there's nothing much else to report, so I'll leave you with that.

Im in shock.

Absolutely mortified.

If I wasnt already, Id have to sit down.

If just discovered something disturbing...

..."unorganised" is NOT a word!

I know! I couldn't believe it either. Apparently its meant to be "disorganised".

Who on earth says that?
Most ridiculous thing I've enver heard in my life. I always say unorganised!
Has that got any inner pedants crying?

Anyway, moving on before I reaveal any more of the peculiarities with my spoken English, lets do some Yays:

Yay for all new and gorgeous Peanut Butter KitKat Chunkys.
Mmmm so creamy and chocolaty, and slightly salty. Love it! I realise you maybe disgusted by that, but dont you think, for example, that chocolate flavour crisps would be soo nice?!
I really like eating salted crisps with chocolate. Maybe its Synaesthesia related.

Yay for songs with La-las or Na-nas, and especially Yeah-yeahs.
(Other repetatives may be acceptable).
Im really liking The Flaming Lips - Yeah yeah yeah song.

Yay for the comic shopping/gardening escapades of a certain Londoner

Yay for The Apprentice. How good was last nights episode?!
Im wanting Paul to win it.
Not only is he really funny, but he is good at all the tasks, and works hard.
Im strongly disliking Syed. He is soo arrogant and cheesy it makes you want to slap him with a dead fish.
And doesnt Sir Alan Sugar remind you of a gerbil?

And because wherever there's a Yay, there's a Nay:

Boo to annoying aunts who make the same unfunny references to me wearing my pyjamas bottoms all the time. They are lounge-wear.
They are comfy. I wear them all the time in the house. And no you dont just wear them in the lounge ha-ha.

Biggest ever boo to the O2 Wireless festival in London. Im so jealous.
My sister is planning to go to the 5day music festival to see those Lips, the Strokes, Pharrell, Massive Attack, Zero 7 and soooo many more.
And guess what I'll be doing? Yes thats right - sitting exams!

In other news, our kettle finally died.
It had been on its way out for a while now, meaning that trying to make a cup of tea involved standing for several hours swivelling the kettle around on its base till the contacts lined up.

And I have to say, watching an Indian woman shouting at her kitchen appliances is probably the funniest thing that you will never see.
And why are offensive terms so much funnier in Gujerati?
Something along the lines of,
"stupid [bleep]ing thing, put you in such a nice kitchen and this is how you repay me!"

Revision beckons...

Im frustrated.

There was a point when I loved blogging. When I loved my blog.

In the honeymoon period when I had recently discovered the blogging world and all it was about.

When I was impressed by certain other peoples blogs, because they were shiny and new to me, and indirectly introduced me to Flickr, blogger features, tips and tricks, other blogs, geek-chic, and general web-ness.

But im dissappointed with ObscureAzure (especially as im currently viewing it in IE as a pose to Firefox and it looks awful - I urge you to get Firefox!).

Im dissappointed because this isn't what I aimed for.
ObAz was meant to be where an anonymous voice could splurge every thought and personal feeling and desire.
But alas, fear of the real world mixing with the blog world put a restraint upon the voice. Even now im refraining from "marketing" the mind/life behind the blog.

And this isn't what I dreamed of.
Looking at all the sexy pretty lil blogs out their with their proffessional layouts and flash intro's . Thats what I wanted, but not what I can make. Even if I had the time to learn (I would like to) I dont think there is much point.
This blog doesnt have the audience that I imagined it would. I value you regular readers, but I could count you on one hand.
And the reason behind that is probably because I cant be as open as Id like to be. Well not yet anyway. (And what if I always keep saying "not yet"?)

And another reason is becuase most blogs, well this on anyway, is about my life. And my life at the moment is not very interesting.
Again, im feeling trapped.
What I saw in a certain other person's (who I dont think reads this blog) blogs/life is what I want now.

I know im wanting to grow up to fast and that I shouldnt.
And I know that I have all that to come, the independance, the freedom, the uni life, the growing up more, the becoming an adult, the meeting new people, the degree, the jobs...LIFE!

So what am I worrying and frustrated about?


(Wow! - that was a surprisingly "open" post.)