Two days away to the big euro-tour. It's 3 guys and 2 girls covering Berlin, Barcelona, Rome and Oslo (that's Germany, Spain, Italy and Norway respectively for those less acquainted with the atlas)! I really can't wait to get out of London because honestly, the city life is getting pretty monotonous for me. It's the same stores, same streets and same Starbucks and McDonalds everywhere I go-- then again I shouldn't be such a brat about it since this city life is the same reason I'm able to sit in a cafe with free wireless to complete this entry.
There are other reasons why I need to get out of here. For one, the place we're putting up at now is not the best of places. The toilet, which all 6 of us are now sharing, has this strange metallic smell which I swear reminds me of the toilet cubicles in Singapore when the sanitary pad bin is filled to the brim and full of whatever's been deposited for the day. Secondly, everything here's beginning to lose its novelty. Kebab doesn't taste as mind-blowing the third time round, and Marks & Spencer's salad combos are no longer calling out to me like they used to. Thirdly, I'm about done with How I Met Your Mother, season 5. I'm saving the final episode intentionally just so that there's an excuse to complete the previous seasons--keeps the suspense in the air! But the problem is... I'm almost half through season 4. Crap. Fourth, I need a guitar really badly--or any semblance of live music to keep me sane. It's all thanks to a performance by this singer-guitarist at Covent Garden earlier (when I went to collect my Macbook) and while he was strumming and singing Goo Goo Dolls' Iris, something within me snapped. I haven't been able to write a single song like how I had wished to do before arriving here. The inspiration's missing and the instruments are absent. I thought I could spend my nights watching local bands do their stuff but there's nothing here. Maybe I've just been hitting the wrong places. Kilian says there's more to watch in Nottingham because it's the hub for everything indie and that's all I'm counting on. Hopefully the euro-tour will keep me distracted from my musical itch.
The silver lining in the cloud though is what I found during my second visit to Cybercandy today--three packets of Twinkies left in a cardboard box by the counter. I know for sure that put a smile on my face for awhile, and it'll definitely put a smile on someone else's. I got 2 packets and I'm hoping the last one works its magic on someone else too.
Got to catch up with mummy, the boyfriend and the best friend now. If anyone ever decides to grab a coffee from Pret (the cafe I'm sitting in now, link), be prepared for shaky hands and trembling fingers. I think this branch seriously overloads on the caffeine because I've never felt this much anxiety after a coffee in my life. God save me please someone send me a bottle of water.
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I walked in on a guy pissing in the ladies' minutes ago. Here's what followed.
Pret guy at the toilet to me: "Use the gentleman's, the ladies' has got an infection!" (makes weird "taa-daa-daa" noise while waving toilet washing detergent in hand)
Seconds later... "Extermination done. It's safe."
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