/Ju]st finished watching the england - usa match.
and i just cant wait to see my national team play, its no fair, i want to seem them play, i saw 3 world cup matches and now i just want to see them...
though portugal are seriously far fromm their best form and also placed in the groupd of death, no particular expectations, i just want to enjoy the 270 minutes plus extra times minutes of cristiano and savour those few 2010 world cup moments;; i know i should be more positive, but im backing them fiercley, but its the group of death' and its called that for a reason, brazil, ivory coast and you never know north korea might give us a suprise like their southern counterparts/1111
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i didnt think i would have to do this, but an evening of random eating , stress and too much goaless football has left me like this..cant sleep.
these days im getting some really long and complex dreams aswell...they just go on forever and they are so long and have chapters to them that i even forget parts of them. only this morning i woke up feeling depressed....asking my self mentally on my mood, i found that i was indeed depressed because of what had happened in the dream, only it was a dream and then i wasnt so depressed anymore.
most of my dreams are just random, but yesterday night was specific, as it included a wierd kind of mandir that i know..well i cant say for sure ...but i dont think it exits...ok im freaking myself out. enough of that
i know this will sound really wierd but the thought of university life is depressing me. the course is fine, i love it, its going to be my life. but on and overall note when i think about it, it becomes a dingy thought. perhaps college was soo good in terms of friends and social life that i worry that university just cant get better or can it? only time will tell. i see myself more often than not in some work shop, wood work, metal, plastic or in the library or on CAD in the computer suite...its just not exciting enough. i think im goingg to hate the first term like i hated college...but the more i hated college at the beginning the more i liked it at the end and the harder it became to leave, i think the same thing may occur again on a even grander scale.
i was wondering if i would meet the odd international student, portuguese perhaps, im asking for tooo much now. ive always wannted someone who i could relate to about how they are finding living in england...part of my love for cristiano was because i could relate to him so well.
that song seems to return to my mind every evening.......speaking quitely .carefully. not letting the words drop and smash from your mouth for they shall be revealed to others. and now its not letting me go to sleep, buzzing around my mind like a buzzy bee.
these days im getting some really long and complex dreams aswell...they just go on forever and they are so long and have chapters to them that i even forget parts of them. only this morning i woke up feeling depressed....asking my self mentally on my mood, i found that i was indeed depressed because of what had happened in the dream, only it was a dream and then i wasnt so depressed anymore.
most of my dreams are just random, but yesterday night was specific, as it included a wierd kind of mandir that i know..well i cant say for sure ...but i dont think it exits...ok im freaking myself out. enough of that
i know this will sound really wierd but the thought of university life is depressing me. the course is fine, i love it, its going to be my life. but on and overall note when i think about it, it becomes a dingy thought. perhaps college was soo good in terms of friends and social life that i worry that university just cant get better or can it? only time will tell. i see myself more often than not in some work shop, wood work, metal, plastic or in the library or on CAD in the computer suite...its just not exciting enough. i think im goingg to hate the first term like i hated college...but the more i hated college at the beginning the more i liked it at the end and the harder it became to leave, i think the same thing may occur again on a even grander scale.
i was wondering if i would meet the odd international student, portuguese perhaps, im asking for tooo much now. ive always wannted someone who i could relate to about how they are finding living in england...part of my love for cristiano was because i could relate to him so well.
that song seems to return to my mind every evening.......speaking quitely .carefully. not letting the words drop and smash from your mouth for they shall be revealed to others. and now its not letting me go to sleep, buzzing around my mind like a buzzy bee.
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ahh. yes i feel like a half genius having just editted the html of the template so that now the twitter link does send you staight to my twitter. not thats it very exciting but having half dead hyperlinks is no fun.
i want dreamweaver now!
i want dreamweaver now!
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right, im having one of thos grimy horrid headachy days where youve woken up late, keep yawning all day, get headaches by the evening as you just havent rested enough and ..done. the days messed up.
oh and then revision. i dont feel like ive done sufficient work to be able to portray my real capabilities in the exams.
i was thinking today. no actually since i arrived in leicester and since the whole issue came up, where we make fun out of our own culture. i understand to a certain extent. but i think its high time people stopped making fun out of who we actually are. we dont even know the reall meaning of the word "freshie" and we go round randomly tagging people who seem to show their culture......haha. ok fine its funny when you have the odd indian ringtone go off on the bus or something..
but i think most young british indians have a sense of arrogance about them. for if you have never been in the absence of it, you shall never realise its importance. i devour off the indian culture that is present here, who knows when im out of this place due to career or what ever other reasons i will miss this strong presence of culture that surrounds me now. the fact that i arrived from a place where, in those days, there was only one indian vegetable shop in the entire capital city, one dry indian goods shop and indian clothes shops were almost non existent makes me want to love the things here even more. so yeah i may be freshie if thats how you want to put it. ...but in my words its just my affection towards who i am and im just loving it for as long as i have it ...because one day perhaps i wont.
well im hoping for an early night today after some maths and football. cant stop thinking about the camera, its so compact and yet so powerful..
the idea of learning portuguese and getting a rigid qualification in it has taken off in a large way in the family now and im rather keen on getting to grips with my national language i think i have always felt a slight emptiness not having it as tool by which to arm myself with. ...its about time i got on and took it seriously as i do beleive it will be a large factor in my future.
and yeah . ive opened the comments up for all readers, so do feel free.
im talking to much so..
that number 17 cristiano ronaldo shirt thats been hanging in my room for almost 4 years now, i decided to take it off the hanger and wear it, tucked it in, its big . if they even go through past the group stages i have a real desire which i like to ignore, to wear it out of the house. sometimes i get anxious that i might get attacked. if i like ronaldo so much there are others out there who hate him as much and i think, is it worth it ..being kicked punched or bullied because of cristiano. i shouldnt be thinking like this. its should all be unrequitted......
oh and then revision. i dont feel like ive done sufficient work to be able to portray my real capabilities in the exams.
i was thinking today. no actually since i arrived in leicester and since the whole issue came up, where we make fun out of our own culture. i understand to a certain extent. but i think its high time people stopped making fun out of who we actually are. we dont even know the reall meaning of the word "freshie" and we go round randomly tagging people who seem to show their culture......haha. ok fine its funny when you have the odd indian ringtone go off on the bus or something..
but i think most young british indians have a sense of arrogance about them. for if you have never been in the absence of it, you shall never realise its importance. i devour off the indian culture that is present here, who knows when im out of this place due to career or what ever other reasons i will miss this strong presence of culture that surrounds me now. the fact that i arrived from a place where, in those days, there was only one indian vegetable shop in the entire capital city, one dry indian goods shop and indian clothes shops were almost non existent makes me want to love the things here even more. so yeah i may be freshie if thats how you want to put it. ...but in my words its just my affection towards who i am and im just loving it for as long as i have it ...because one day perhaps i wont.
well im hoping for an early night today after some maths and football. cant stop thinking about the camera, its so compact and yet so powerful..
the idea of learning portuguese and getting a rigid qualification in it has taken off in a large way in the family now and im rather keen on getting to grips with my national language i think i have always felt a slight emptiness not having it as tool by which to arm myself with. ...its about time i got on and took it seriously as i do beleive it will be a large factor in my future.
and yeah . ive opened the comments up for all readers, so do feel free.
im talking to much so..
that number 17 cristiano ronaldo shirt thats been hanging in my room for almost 4 years now, i decided to take it off the hanger and wear it, tucked it in, its big . if they even go through past the group stages i have a real desire which i like to ignore, to wear it out of the house. sometimes i get anxious that i might get attacked. if i like ronaldo so much there are others out there who hate him as much and i think, is it worth it ..being kicked punched or bullied because of cristiano. i shouldnt be thinking like this. its should all be unrequitted......
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its been four years since. that last word cup, when i first saw cristiano with the eyes of a die hard supporter, over this time i used to think, why on earth was i so inclined to him. today as i viewed the opening ceremony i was getting excited all over again..to see him.
imagine, im getting so excited to see him on tv, if i ever got an unexpected view of him during my day to day businesses i would actually have a momentary lapse of everything..
i have so much to say though im not able to find the words at this moment to express anything.
imagine, im getting so excited to see him on tv, if i ever got an unexpected view of him during my day to day businesses i would actually have a momentary lapse of everything..
i have so much to say though im not able to find the words at this moment to express anything.
theres too much going on at the same time, i cant handle it/ .my heart beats like hell when the portuguese play ..cus i want them to win.and then theres exams on at the same time. so these are like double death moments..
paid a visit to the sony centre this morning to extend the vaio warranty and have a browse through the bravias and ive eyed up a pretty handsome looking sony cybershot with 14.1 mega pixels so i think i shall be acquiring that soon over my 7.2 megapixels. cant wait to view cristiano, (hopfully) in full hd mode now!
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i want to write something but im falling sleep.
i hate late nights which follow on to late mornings, i seem to either develop heachaches on such days or just wake up in a bad mood as i have wasted what could have been valuable revision time. and then theres those mornings when i do wake up early and waste time...either way im annoyed i waste time and still annoyed that i lacked motivation for revision which resulted in the time being wasted. enough revision reviews of my all to often abandoned or non existant revisions though.
hm. found myself humming the song i posted below..as i went about doing my daily routine ...little worried now. oh yes world cup reminds me..shakira.ronaldo. i must post that video montage of cristiano with shakiras hips dont lie,...oh baby when you talk like that you make a woman go mad...in this case id like to reform that and say. oh baby when you talk, walk, wink, smile, run, dribble, scream, shout, eat...kiss, laugh...my minds running out of verbs...you make me loose all sense.....
looking around my room, im starting to comprhend only now, the extent of this years after college shopping trips, weekend mad man purchases and unecessary events which i bought new clothes for. nicely reformed wardrobe i must ssay, feel like gok when i find myself sitting at the sewing maachine adding on the odd bit of haberdashery item on my clothes. but no. more than anything this academic year has seen mee change in appearence in a mammoth way. 1. ive put on like so mmany kilograms i dont bother to check my weight i mean when one can feel flab around the neck and wrist, you know your in trouble. 2...shirts, shirts and more shirts i turned into a shirt maniac. 3. jacket...jacket shirt, shirt jacket...it just made me feel like an architect..now i want a tie M&S and next are good..ive had my eye on then for soooome time.i dont know why but i liked to get into the whole architect way...4. broaches. 5 scarves....the gucci designs and other such designer remakes remain my favourites but on a practical level i always had the blue polka dot one on. i just adore the way the womens scarves are making such a come back this spring and summer season because ive actually lived long enough to remember the last time they were such a hype. in portugal atleast, all the middle aged women had one,.the high class wore them over the head with large shades going around in convertibles. the most amusing aspect was that as a child i hated my mum wearing one of these scarves over her head....and now im loving them...only to hear mother complain how i wouldnt let her wear it then. its the 80's or 90's im talking about and i do love those decades. for it reminds me especially of a torrential downpour one winter evening that occured in lisbon, my mother in her courrt shoes, her white and brown bordered muted sari, the gucci remake scarf, and how we both walked down the sleeply gradiented street after drawing the shutters down, the cobbled streets becoming a prominent hazard with the amount of water passing over it, my clothes getting wetter . it was dark, but the street shone under the moonlight, the water gushed downwards ......and i wonder sometimes are my memories fading or becoming ever more vibrant by the day?
oh my, this is real torture, need to sleep ..
i hate late nights which follow on to late mornings, i seem to either develop heachaches on such days or just wake up in a bad mood as i have wasted what could have been valuable revision time. and then theres those mornings when i do wake up early and waste time...either way im annoyed i waste time and still annoyed that i lacked motivation for revision which resulted in the time being wasted. enough revision reviews of my all to often abandoned or non existant revisions though.
hm. found myself humming the song i posted below..as i went about doing my daily routine ...little worried now. oh yes world cup reminds me..shakira.ronaldo. i must post that video montage of cristiano with shakiras hips dont lie,...oh baby when you talk like that you make a woman go mad...in this case id like to reform that and say. oh baby when you talk, walk, wink, smile, run, dribble, scream, shout, eat...kiss, laugh...my minds running out of verbs...you make me loose all sense.....
looking around my room, im starting to comprhend only now, the extent of this years after college shopping trips, weekend mad man purchases and unecessary events which i bought new clothes for. nicely reformed wardrobe i must ssay, feel like gok when i find myself sitting at the sewing maachine adding on the odd bit of haberdashery item on my clothes. but no. more than anything this academic year has seen mee change in appearence in a mammoth way. 1. ive put on like so mmany kilograms i dont bother to check my weight i mean when one can feel flab around the neck and wrist, you know your in trouble. 2...shirts, shirts and more shirts i turned into a shirt maniac. 3. jacket...jacket shirt, shirt jacket...it just made me feel like an architect..now i want a tie M&S and next are good..ive had my eye on then for soooome time.i dont know why but i liked to get into the whole architect way...4. broaches. 5 scarves....the gucci designs and other such designer remakes remain my favourites but on a practical level i always had the blue polka dot one on. i just adore the way the womens scarves are making such a come back this spring and summer season because ive actually lived long enough to remember the last time they were such a hype. in portugal atleast, all the middle aged women had one,.the high class wore them over the head with large shades going around in convertibles. the most amusing aspect was that as a child i hated my mum wearing one of these scarves over her head....and now im loving them...only to hear mother complain how i wouldnt let her wear it then. its the 80's or 90's im talking about and i do love those decades. for it reminds me especially of a torrential downpour one winter evening that occured in lisbon, my mother in her courrt shoes, her white and brown bordered muted sari, the gucci remake scarf, and how we both walked down the sleeply gradiented street after drawing the shutters down, the cobbled streets becoming a prominent hazard with the amount of water passing over it, my clothes getting wetter . it was dark, but the street shone under the moonlight, the water gushed downwards ......and i wonder sometimes are my memories fading or becoming ever more vibrant by the day?
oh my, this is real torture, need to sleep ..
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Upon reading me recent posts again...im finding it really annoying that i actually cant spell. so i would like to apologise for even the most blatant spelling mistakes. as im just not able to see them while typing ...like a blind bat..and posting without rechecking!!
ah .ok just discovered the spell checker does exist. so i hope the spelling mistakes do cease to exit from now on..
ah .ok just discovered the spell checker does exist. so i hope the spelling mistakes do cease to exit from now on..
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I remember as a young girl, of 8 perhaps seeing this video on some Asian channel. and somehow it has some kind of magic attached to it, it had made a mark is some way. as today it crossed my mind again as i went through my physics revision...perhaps because of the cross culture relationship that is being shown..Sydney just reminds me of back home. everything just reminds me of back home coming to think of it. river, bridge, building of some prominent style and i remember home. :D
its just an amazing composition in terms of music, have to admit i dont understand the entire breadth of the lyrics and how it all fits in with the situation being shown but its a heart touching, soul warming video ...actually the girl reminds me of myself..the hair, the plastic bangles, the clothes ( not that i wear indian clothes on a day to day basis but my inner self does), the rangoli. haha. i do make myself go out in to the cold and make a rangoli every diwali...no cristiano yet with his "rugby" ball ..im dreaming way out of control now...anything is possible.
it makes me feel increasingly positive about cristiano., everything is possible when we unblock our rigid ways. perhaps im turning in to a a pankaj udhas fan. ew. lol he looks like some weird guy who sings really depressing love songs or something..but i think they are cool at times..especially when they become situational as they portray a sensitive side of life which these days has become difficult to view through our changed lifestyles.
physics revision is running well right now and i do feel that little bit more confident about it..i hope my brain decideds to function on the day. but even after saying that i still have maths to do. alot of maths. only realised this morning that the amount of maths i have done in the last couple of days is phenomenal so ive taken a break from trigonometric differentiation today to equating equations to do with gravitational potential and coulombs law..almost as bad.! ...
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I cant believe this anymore, i have real issues.. you can prove, blogging from the smartphone.
Its nearing eleven and im so tired i feel like a wrecked corpse but this tiredness surpasses so i cant even sleep. all i can smell is the polo sport raulph lauren mens perfume i sprayed on this evening. bad decision....its left me pretty annoyed now.
From a deep and intense social life to being caught in the realms of the cyber world im finding myself increasingly inclined towards the blog. The overall time spent with friends diminishes to nothingness and now look ive resorted to talking to myself. for who is going to bother to read this..?
revision tomorrow. i was primarily planning to wake up early, todays breakfast accompanied with bbc breakfast news felt somewhat professional, scenic and in a positive way cliched. i dont see myself waking up to repeat this mornings fortunes, seeing as i have decided to write some long stuff down on here..
ah yes another aspect of life which was previously just a thought, an outside consideration another persons loose ideas have today unconsciously become a part of me.settled within me.. im talking about choosing between your career and personal life, it comes a choice im having to make a little early, for its not possible to have both
coming from and indian family, conservative but modern the very aspects that made me proud are today are suppressing me in to a more tighter space where i feel there is little room to move. my parents have always wanted me to become a professional..but my overpowering sense of determination has lead to choosing a career which really does ask for alot more than it is allowed to. architecture my love, i called it my love, now it shall become my partner, as my friends gets boyfriends ...and even get married..and perhaps even have children ill be with architecture my first and only love. haha. im making this sound terrible. but i love it alot and anything for it. i feel like the architecture version of a nun or something...whats worse is that not only is the course lengthy but to really establish yourself in the profession you need a good deal of experience im talking about ten to fifteen years to become a senior or associate.
nevertheless i feel an infinite drive withing my even now as i am in a half sleep mode...i need a journal . i need to let this energy out, i keep getting design ideas. i keep seeing things. i need to draw before it bursts in side and poisons me..
i keep hearing cristiano. my AAG cristiano wanting to know his and anishas future in the novel...i need to let this out ..and let it be transformed into words.
i think i am going a little insane.perhaps its just the time of day
(white ivory, french rose,)rimmel london.art journal..zzzitswaypastmybedtime.
Its nearing eleven and im so tired i feel like a wrecked corpse but this tiredness surpasses so i cant even sleep. all i can smell is the polo sport raulph lauren mens perfume i sprayed on this evening. bad decision....its left me pretty annoyed now.
From a deep and intense social life to being caught in the realms of the cyber world im finding myself increasingly inclined towards the blog. The overall time spent with friends diminishes to nothingness and now look ive resorted to talking to myself. for who is going to bother to read this..?
revision tomorrow. i was primarily planning to wake up early, todays breakfast accompanied with bbc breakfast news felt somewhat professional, scenic and in a positive way cliched. i dont see myself waking up to repeat this mornings fortunes, seeing as i have decided to write some long stuff down on here..
ah yes another aspect of life which was previously just a thought, an outside consideration another persons loose ideas have today unconsciously become a part of me.settled within me.. im talking about choosing between your career and personal life, it comes a choice im having to make a little early, for its not possible to have both
coming from and indian family, conservative but modern the very aspects that made me proud are today are suppressing me in to a more tighter space where i feel there is little room to move. my parents have always wanted me to become a professional..but my overpowering sense of determination has lead to choosing a career which really does ask for alot more than it is allowed to. architecture my love, i called it my love, now it shall become my partner, as my friends gets boyfriends ...and even get married..and perhaps even have children ill be with architecture my first and only love. haha. im making this sound terrible. but i love it alot and anything for it. i feel like the architecture version of a nun or something...whats worse is that not only is the course lengthy but to really establish yourself in the profession you need a good deal of experience im talking about ten to fifteen years to become a senior or associate.
nevertheless i feel an infinite drive withing my even now as i am in a half sleep mode...i need a journal . i need to let this energy out, i keep getting design ideas. i keep seeing things. i need to draw before it bursts in side and poisons me..
i keep hearing cristiano. my AAG cristiano wanting to know his and anishas future in the novel...i need to let this out ..and let it be transformed into words.
i think i am going a little insane.perhaps its just the time of day
(white ivory, french rose,)rimmel london.art journal..zzzitswaypastmybedtime.
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sometimes, theres times when i just want to complain about everything, theres nothing to be happy about. theres two stages, the angry war torn, abrasive type of unhappy where your feeling like things never go your way, complaicency and anger prevail all moods and then theres the type other type of unhappy which i am right now, the emotional soft kind of unhappy, mentally rocked and broken from within, heartache ....
..heartache is the worst. i think ive been through it too much on the past two or three years. when cristiano left last year i was left in some wierd heart broken situation. its physical quantities are non existant and it makes it all the more worse to handle....i just lay there on the sofa, watching him in LA...heartbreak 1. was seeing him with paris hilton. 2. leaving england. id had enough that time.
now. right now i have exams to go through . and time in which i should be really preparing myself and encouraging myself with the right attitudes and here i am again, same spot. so much going on at the same time.....the ink which writes my life, which portrays my life and which goes in to filling in my pupils is witness to all that has happened which goes in to my unhappiness
i just want to delve myself in to my make beleif life that i have full control over , in which nothing can go wrong without my permission. in which life and its destinies cant short change me ...its about time i escaped to my novel. i really miss it and it is the only way i can dream without fear of knowing i may be going over the limits or even that the dream may fail me
everything i wanted to happen which hasnt happened i shall make it happen.
i wonder sometimes. when really big bad things happen to you. cant ever big good things happen. im waiting for that day when big good things happen. i wouldnt mind ending my life for if it came i would be very happy ...and wouldnt mind it to be my last few breathes.
ok. i think ive had enough abstract talk for the moment.
but generally speaking i have a maddening twist to add to the novel and modify the literature to a greater degree too which i am explosively excited about but exams are coming inthe way for the next three weeks but i just cant help it..
also this blog, is really wonderfully amazingly tremendously helful. and i curse my self for leaving it and not writing though i didnt have enough time when i go to think about it more rationally.
just blogging for the last few weeks has proved a great way in which to re awaken that voice that was born during the last few weeks of year 11 and talked to me..narrating the novel for me..and its been able to make a come back and i finding that soon ill be able to get back in to some serious writing ..its just a matter of time.
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yep. ive changed the template for the blog.
I thought, new blogging year so..might aswell get the design up to date with my current taste. well this is what i found...its ok i suppose. the black strips on either side are annoying though. needed to blend more.! but im rather fond of the vector art at the top and the burnt/ erroded paper edges. still some things to sort out... theres a twitter link only it doesnt go to any specific place. annoying
and i need to add a hyperlink to the novel picture on the right...but the CR17 forum is very very . extremely busy right now so i cant even enter the website. it goes to show that yes us fan girls are mad. so mad that we do cause a a lot of interent traffic in to the forum! or perhaps we just have too many opinions about cristiano which will like to exert upon one another! :)
I thought, new blogging year so..might aswell get the design up to date with my current taste. well this is what i found...its ok i suppose. the black strips on either side are annoying though. needed to blend more.! but im rather fond of the vector art at the top and the burnt/ erroded paper edges. still some things to sort out... theres a twitter link only it doesnt go to any specific place. annoying
and i need to add a hyperlink to the novel picture on the right...but the CR17 forum is very very . extremely busy right now so i cant even enter the website. it goes to show that yes us fan girls are mad. so mad that we do cause a a lot of interent traffic in to the forum! or perhaps we just have too many opinions about cristiano which will like to exert upon one another! :)
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oh great, I still have four more exams left, just returned from the maths paper in which i developed a raging headache.
And now its taken over and im not in the right mode to be revising for the other two maths papers and the physics paper which seem closer than ever, next tuesday and friday!
Sometimes i just think im going to fail,....hm. not the right way to think.
Art show today, im rather excited at going back to college and just wondering the corridors. When i go back for exams for once college feels just so normal and homely i guess i had got used to it , the feel, the smells, the colours ,the atmospheres of the various corridors. just felt normal. nothing new about it..and now we have to leave it. we have left it. This is going to sound even wierder, but every corridor has a personal memory for everyone, every piece of clothing for me has a memory of college attached to it too....god , im going to miss this place like.real bad. and its a time of my life which i shall never forget and cherish for as long as i can remember...
Today just seems to be like some kind of "void" day or more like a wasted day as there seems to be abosolutely no since of any revison being done, though mentally im preparing myself for tomorrow. On my way back home i have a deathly inclination of buying somthing, i have a few things to buy but it was an intense urge to just buy somthing. i think i just wanted to buy a journal or some new paints... ha. four years worth of habits are proving really difficult to get rid off..
the excitement for the world cup is getting larger too, but i dont have high hopes for portugal as long as i can see cristiano on tv.
that just reminded me of today's BBC morning news show. Breakfast. they said spain and portugal are best followed teams as they have the most fans in SA and...it found this really really really wierd once i thought about it...but why does the BBC decide to show a clip of the portugal v mozambique friendly from yesterday? its nothing to do with england! ha. more often than not ive realised that they do it to show Cristiano! well i was dumfounded when i saw him on tv this morning as i really wasnt expecting the clip to be shown... :O
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love this song . for it reminds me of 10th march onwards towards the last few days of college.
10th march? it was the day i found out what the future was going to hold for me, the applicant open day for the architecture coure. i remember quite clearly walking past the what used to be the pheonix theatre and then in to the university campus, confident as i ever could be and this song racing through my mind ..."tere liye" literally translating as "for you" and for architecture i could do anything..the wind brushing my hair back and it felt as though i was walking towards me future against all the resistances...oh just an amazing time...thats recaptivated with this song on a personal level.
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I didnt know i was going to be so shaken for this exam. life depends on it now ...college really does desensetise (sp.) you to exams with 4 rounds!! over two years. im not enjoying it even though its the last time. perhaps as it is the last time. no more retake opportunities!
nani rules out the world cup. oh great. (not. im freaking out a bit now) what are portugals prospects now? :
nani rules out the world cup. oh great. (not. im freaking out a bit now) what are portugals prospects now? :
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Well, i think im done for the day..tomorrow is the exam. Im not too worried, the majority of the topic is covered well in my mind, now i hope i can perform. Aquiring the knowledge is only half the work done, applying it and proving that you know it is the other more important part.
Its time to "chill" now, one of the words ive come to use..it reminds me of my friends and art class, "chilling" usually took place there. For some odd reason, i think i actually spent alot of time "chilling" this year in my art course, even though the work was there in the end...i actually felt as though i as thinking alot more than working, and then when i came to the practical aprt of it...it was so spontaneous.
hm. Tomorrow is partly planned, im going to wake up get ready and. do another couple of papers. I did four today. But im worried about getting stuck on them, and then worrying last minute on things i dont know or whatever..but i think ill still go through some papers just to warm up. ha. sounds like sports.
portugal are playing their last friendly with mozambique tonight. another former colony.
and yes. i just finished yet another tube of mentos...this is pretty bad.
got another letter from DMU, outlinning the enrolments and induction partly and other details...also states that there may be a summer project (oh the excitement)..no seriously im excited to do any project as yesterday only did the inspiration levels top and i got a feeling of doing a graphics project like thing on the Lisbon trip, like a scrap book but with inks and paints..and all different stuff..hmm...this is pretty cool. adds a bit of colour, tone, shade, composition to the mind as maths and physics are proving a little 2D at the moment.
Dont seem to understand why people think some universities are lower in ranking than other, ok fine, i do understand. league tables exist. but i think theres one thing ive learnt..which says that trying to make somthing special out of somthing thats already so special is harder than give the mundane and ordinary a bit of glamour, success and spot light. what i mean to say is that glitter cannot be made to shine any more, but polishing a stone can make it more beautiful....so its easier to make the ordinary more special but the special further special a difficult task. Applying this to universities. i do understand that the best courses are what people are looking for, but we shall be respected with as much respect as we give to the course or university. im sick of hearing random comments being thrown around especially local universities.. for if its not the local apects you cannt see and take pride in then taking pride in others is going to be hard. its a bit like not respecting what you have but keep worrying about things you dont have.
After saying all this..only this morning i heard on the BBC asian network that now more than 50% of british asians are living with theur parents rather than moving out for university which on puts them as a risk of not studying the best course or not having the optimal university experience.
I find myself slightly out of that catogory, i left home 13 years ago. leaving this place that im just about coming to terms with will cause upheavel i think to my mental stability ...still feel homesick sometimes. i was only happy to find that yes leicester did have its own school of architecture..only to thenfind out people thought lowly of the university it was associated with. im not going to bother to give any more personal exact reasons as to why im apply and more than happy, actually dream come true to attend!
annoyingly, my eyes are really dry right now..grr.so im taking a break from computer screen, laptop screen, mobile screen...though only after seeing the friendly portugal are playing tonight.
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I have to admit yesterday was one very demotivated, uninspirational day, but today is something worth telling about. ha.
it couldnt get better, i think im might just be able to get the best grade for tomorrows exams..though the rest of the four exams are still a bit of shade in terms of knowledge and revision and...the one i took a few weeks back im not to confident on either.
but todays going good.
everything seems so much more better when you feel like you can DO stuff in the exam paper. wow. well im going to keep at this and i hope this optimistic motivated inspirational mind frame continues to other exam prep work too
:)
just cant wait for the world cup, i just want to see you cristiano. i dont care for how long and even if we loose. but the biggest fooball party, former colony verses colony, portuguese verse portuguese. kaka versus cristiano....i cant wait for the brazil v portugal game! and taking in to mind the current amusement and satisfaction im getting for revision who knows time perhaps will go faster ...
um i think im giving facebook a rest as it proves to dement my motivation and take my mind on quirky walks.!
ps abosolutely adore the image with this post, its of a beach in portugal on the silver coast somewhere....it was part of one of the locations in the novel.
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