Whee.

London is awesome.

Not.

Well.

Idk.

Everything looks like its the same shade of colour.
I had a really good time here.
I miss you all. I miss the Singapore air.
And I'm gonna remember it for a night, and then I'll go back to missing it for another week in Japan.
this is the internet point in the travelodge where RP stayed for the past week, its costing me £1 for 20 mins. Aka $2.10. Wonderful stuff eh?
Unfortunately I didnt get any copies of Speak Now. Its cheaper in Singapore which kinda surprised me, they are selling the deluxe in Singapore the same price they are selling the normal edition here.
Um....cheap kit kat I guess. haha.
And I tasted Fanta. No one else seemed to like it but me. Haha. But who cares. FANTAAAA.
Coke is still my preferred drink of choice. I've been guzzling it like a fish.
The buskers on the street are awesome. I've been throwing a pound or more to almost all the buskers I see. Yeah £1 = $2.10, Im crazy. But I feel like I have to, cause people like them, no matter how bad or poor they are, give me some hope for the future I guess. Argh typing makes my arm hurt, this is bad. I also haven't touched a piano all the time I'm here. Been compensating for it by singing on the streets a lot. Londoners don't mind as much as Singaporeans. I also discovered that you dont need a liscense to busk.

Ah...the next time I come here I'm gonna bring a guitar or Ukelele along, that is if I do get the chance to come back to this city.
Just sitting on the street, breathing in the air, strumming away to Colbie Caillat and singing mah troubles away...and maybe I might just decide to overstay my visa.
I'd be a hobo, but a damn happy hobo.

It gets pretty cold out here, but apparently no amount of cold weather can stop a girl from wearing miniskirts if she wants to.
Zzt.

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He sat there by the roadside, all alone. The night was cold, and the stars in the sky were not visible, banished from the skies over the city lights. The city was bright, but somehow, shadows lurked at every corner. He gave a cough as a particularly strong gust of wind blew past, rustling the newspapers that he held around him for protection during this time. His money was shot, his luck was down, but he still would get his news. No use growing stupid while he was poor. He tried to settle down, staring blearily ahead with ever growing eyes, the people passing by in front of him becoming as invisible to him as he was to them. He knew all to well what they thought of him, what they saw, but what they didnt see also hurt him. He wondered which was worse, the look of contempt in their eyes when they despised him, or they way they just glanced over him at times. It didn't matter, he thought, one day, he would show them all. One day..you could take everything from a man he thought, but he can keep going on, as long as he got a dream.
And that was the very thing he thought to himself, that he would always have.