Looking Back...

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

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!

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.

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.

*** 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! ***

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:

Xx

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...

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.

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!

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!!

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?

"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.

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!