ObscureAzure

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Thursday, November 30, 2006

Where were you in '92?


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.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006




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


Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Azzys back, baby!


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.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006


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.

Sunday, November 19, 2006


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'...

Saturday, November 18, 2006

The Very Exciting I'm Back Home Post

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.

Friday, November 17, 2006


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

Saturday, November 11, 2006


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.

Thursday, November 09, 2006


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".

Wednesday, November 01, 2006


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!