My final week

So, we begin with Saturday the 18th July. As soon as we arrived at King's Cross, and after saying goodbye to both James and Adam, I taxied over to Paddington. I thought I was pressed for time but when I arrived, all the trains were delayed involving a fatality in Southall. But I eventually got on the train to Plymouth and met with my sister and her landlord who offered to help drive us to the house.
We had Domino's pizza that first night, and man, did I miss the taste of the garlic pizza bread. And also, I greatly enjoyed the very fast broadband. As opposed to now, when the internet keeps getting cut off every few minutes. I was really spoiled, lol.

On the Sunday, I think we stayed in, so that was a nice lazy day when I got to catch up on my laundry. I have to say that I even miss the smell of newly laundered clothes using Persil, haha. Or was it Ariel? I don't remember now.

On Monday, we went to have breakfast at Wetherspoon's with my sister's friends. After that, we went to the town centre where our first stop was March Hair, for my hair appointment. Got my hair highlighted red (again), and cut to a proper style, FINALLY.
And shit, it only cost me 65 frikkin' quid. The cut looks good, and so do the highlights. Yay!
Did some shopping, went to Starbucks for a late lunch. Went to Tesco to get some burger buns for our dinner. Then proceeded to wait for a very, very long time for our bus back to the house.

Tuesday, we stayed in for most of the day, apart from when I had to go to the bank to finally deposit the massive amount of money I had been carrying for the past week and a half, lol.

Wednesday, got on the train to London. Checked in my hotel in Paddington called Indigo Hotel. It's fairly new since it wasn't there last year, and I have to say that it definitely deserves the four-star rating that it has next to its name. My room was small, yes, but damn, the bed was fucking delicious. And the shower, my god, the shower! I wanted to bring it back with me, lol. After I was done checking in, I went back to the station to head to Bristol where I would meet my college friend, Roxanne, her boyfriend (who on first meeting, gave me a strong hug... Major points there dude) and her newborn baby (absolutely gorgeous). We went to have dinner at this Chinese restaurant. Delicious food. VERY filling, lol. Then I stayed the night so I didn't have to rush back or anything.
It was so good to see Roxanne. I think the last time I saw her was early last year. It boggles my mind how things change in the course of a year. And I adore her baby. I foresee myself spoiling that baby in the future, lol.

Thursday morning, I got an early train back to London, where I got changed, had some breakfast, then left for Victoria to get the train to Brighton. Where I would meet another college friend, Joy. I swear the first time I saw Joy, I was thinking how people change over time. She reminded me of this 50's poster where the woman was flexing her arm, wearing that bandanna around her head, you know what I'm talking about? She walked towards me looking like a part of the Pink Ladies, but I have to say that it definitely suits her. She looked good.
We had a good lunch, after which Joy proceeded to pay the bill (because she owed me 10quid from the last time we hung out, two years ago) in pound coins, using her tips from the previous week. Then we had a walk around... Joy took me to Primark so she could buy some underwear, lol. We also went to the Pier because Joy wanted to play in the arcade. I know it's been awhile since I've been there but the arcade areas really looked kind of desolate. Well, there were still people but, much less than I expected as it is the summer holidays and all.
A few hours later, I got on the train back to London, where I finally slept in my hotel bed. I think it's a Queen size bed, and there were a bunch of pillows on it. Not that I actually needed them but man, talk about sweet, sweet comfort Batman.

Friday morning, I stayed in bed and watched some TV. Then had a shower, got ready for my lunch date with another college friend, also my former roomie, Carmen. We were meeting for her lunch hour so we made a date to meet near where she works. We got caught up and everything, and she also volunteered to help me with the shopping on the Saturday. I told her that I was going shopping and that I'd have to go to Selfridges, a place where I had never been in all the time I had been in London, lol. So I was glad that she was willing to help.
After lunch, I went to Borders and HMV. Borders in Oxford Street is closing down, and all the books were just everywhere and that was the first time I ever felt lost in there, lol. Got a few DVDs and I didn't buy any books in Borders. I just couldn't find any of the books I wanted, lol. So I headed back to the hotel to just recharge and get ready for my dinner with a friend I met through my cousin. We had a good time and everything. We would have gone out for a drink but we were both so tired, she from work, and me just from everything, so we left it at that. And I know this might sound surprising but we actually talked business over dinner and I told her I'd think about going into business with her and some of her other friends.

Saturday, my final day. I started early with the shopping, like 9 early. And that might not sound early to you, but to me, 9 AM shopping is just ridiculous. But at 9, I went. I was going to meet Carmen around 12.30 so I decided that the morning shopping would be shopping for me, like new clothes and such. I went to Primark because I didn't want to pay ridiculous amounts of money for some everyday wear. I got done around 11, which is when I headed back to the hotel to dump the bags. I gave myself about half an hour rest before heading back out to Selfridges.
We went to the foodcourt so Carmen could have lunch but after that, I think we pretty much went to every place that Selfridges had, lol. Did more window shopping than actual shopping. It wasn't too horrible an experience, but it's definitely not something I'd willingly repeat. I finally bought some books when we stopped at Waterstones. Bought only three, even though the books I wanted still weren't there at all. Lamefully.
We said goodbye around 4.30 as Carmen was going off to see her friend and I wanted to head back to the hotel and try get started on packing. I was going to meet a university friend, Harriet. We were going to meet some place near her house but I thought it was just too far and I was way tired. She suggested to meet somewhere in the middle, so we met at Charing Cross, bought some Starbucks dinner and ate it in Trafalgar Square. We had an awesome talk, catching up and everything. We saw a big dude, doing some Michael Jackson moves. And then we saw a group of teenagers, break-dancing. It was a very beautiful night in London. We started walking around, decided to walk through Soho. I think next time I come visit, we're definitely going clubbing together, or something.
It was around midnight when we called it a night and got on the bus to head back to our respective places. I finished up my packing around 1, and went straight to sleep.

Sunday morning, I checked out of the hotel early, got my deposit back, then left for Heathrow. I checked in pretty early, went straight to the departure lounge. I had some breakfast and then did some last minute magazine purchases as per requested. The flight to Singapore was pretty smooth, and I enjoyed the many movies that was available to me. I tried sleeping, and I think I got to sleep for a good two-three hours before my ass decided that it was just too restless and in pain to sleep. The flight back here was not as smooth. I slept in the first 45 minutes on the plane then my ass decided once again that it was in pain. Seriously, who designed those airplane seats? I don't care about leg room. Leg room doesn't matter if you feel like you're sleeping on a log.

So here I am, back where I never wanted to be (I'll lament on this in a different post, too tired now to write more, lol). I'm feeling fine, no swine flu whatsoever. But it's only my second day. Oh, and my sleeping pattern has gone to shits. I slept my afternoon and night away yesterday. Woke up at midnight and stayed awake for the rest of the time. And here it is, quarter to 10 in the morning, and I'm still pretty awake. But I am also quarantined.

At least I have the new DVDs to watch.