more 2am musings

horrors, it's like a parallel existence... i've left my london self back in london. the british accent(though there is actually no such thing)-spouting internet-deprived alcohol-imbibing sportsnite/roxy/rocket/sainsburys-frequenting white-and-rosy-cheeked fille is somewhere else;

she is not here with the gradually(slowly but surely!)-tanning durian-imbibing drenched-during-rugby 3-hour-afternoon-naps daughter/sister.

it's been only fourteen days! and i'm reluctant to admit this, but i miss my london life a lot.

i'm even more reluctant to admit this, and in no way am i an alcoholic, but i do miss drinking and having a different sort of fun. it doesn't help that my song playlist leans heavily towards r&b/hiphop/dance music. makes me want to get up and dance. or better still, dress up go out get a bit drunk and dance.

it's been great meeting up with friends. but generally they're either busy with school or exams, or they're just not the clubbing sort. yesterday's much-anticipated girls' night out ended up as a rather tired dinner and coffee session at hollandv.

i want. to. go. somewhere. dance. drink. soon. yes it's a weakness on my part but i don't care anymore.

maybe i'm being too honest here. well too bad. this is what a blog is for.

at this rate, i might have to stop blogging soon though.