Don't Dream It's Over.....

Hoho. Hoho. Hoho. I told Ibu that I'm never here on a vacation. I'm here to 'work'. Surprisingly, she could'nt agree more. Supported by the fact that I'm practically always on the internet, always bustling the streets of Oxford to HMV for research, always on my lappie doing stuufs, etc. etc. This issue was brought up because of my refusal to tag along with the family for sightseeing. I'm not here to see sights. Apart from that excuse, being here has been very 'domestic'. I don't even know how that would relevently imply but I just feel it. I don't feel that my presence here justifies me as a tourist. I have come to the point that I'm not visiting. I'm 'blending' in. I guess this is the sort of 'vibe' that I've been wanting to experience. The subtle-melancholic-mediocre vibe. Nothing extrodinary but it is;often in my opinion, scary. So yesterday we took the subway train for the first time. I'm a bit dissapointed and glad. Dissapointed that it's not as sophisticated as I've expected, glad because to the fact that Malaysia's PUTRA,STAR n Komuter is way better! Hoho. We went to Sherlock Holmes's Museum (the souvenir shop actually) and the wax museum. The museum was ok. I enjoyed it. Took a couple of good snaps with Bush, Blair, Beyonce, Hugh and Sven Goran. I went home alone on bus. The rest on foot. Maybe I am being a selfish bastard. I don't care. Not at that moment. I've been spending my time reading my brand new book. The A to X of Alternative Music. I'm really loving it. The book's alumnus is so far astonishing and very inspiring. The author said it best, "This is not about great music. It's about important music." Very thoughtful. Definitely worth the quids. I might be going to Abbey Road tomorrow. Got to have some pictures taken at the studio. Work man! Work! To Hamley's too as well for the gifts. Come to think of it, these couple of days has been depressing for me actually. I don't know why. Maybe it's clinical. As usual, no one knows about it. I can't be moody when I'm with my family. I don't want them to know about it. Maybe because I am always being relied for. So definitely being cranky wasn't an option. Huhu. Hopefully something will hapen and I'll bounce back. No harm in dreaming right?