Don't Kid Yourself☆ Don't Fool Yourself

2010-04-18T06:00:00.000-07:00

You get those moments when something fits your mood and mentality so perfectly.
Bittersweet.

You are an unnecessary part in my life. Please leave me be for once.
I was planning on a summer without worry.

Universities.

2010-03-24T04:02:00.000-07:00

You know when you dream of being a place it can seem so, so far away?

I've finally achieved a real dream, and I will work my arse off for it.

Friday 12th March, 8:45 I left my sister's house, decked in polkadots and armed with a portfolio, my stomach was doing somersaults as I made why way to Bermondsey tube station. There, I took the tube to the first step in doing something with myself.
I must have been a strange sight to the commuters this early in the morning, my hair sky-high and a large bow placed to the side of my head, the strange looks were a welcome affirmation that yes, my "I-made-this-yesterday" polkadot dress was just a bit strange, and I couldn't help but smile to myself.

Finally approaching Cyprus DLR station, I honestly didn't know how I didn't pass out from nerves. I was attending my first University interview at the University of East London, a uni that I quite wanted to go to, as it seemed to be very rooted in creativity, but also learning, and was a mostly independent university, where I could have room to grow as a person.
It was only 9:15 by the time I'd arrived in the AVA building, and with asking a very friendly man what on earth to do, I was shown into the admins office, where I was told to wait outside for N. Shah to come and take me upstairs at 10. Quarter of a pack of cigarettes where smoked by the time a girl and her friend turned up, her name was Devon, and she was nervous as you would be, but a really nice girl who was happy enough to chat over the sounds of orgasms in the background [Art installations are strange], and discuss about previous interviews. This was my first.

By the time eleven people had turned up for the same interview, my nerves were growing instantly. My dear friend Flo, who is currently on her first year on the fashion course, was nice enough to come over and try and calm me, by talking about the course, what the first year means, what she sees people do, what she has done, and even what her interview was like.
I was beginning to really like the sound of this course.
And immediately was more nervous than before.

By the time 10:15 rolled up, I'd smoked half a pack of cigarettes, my hands were shaking, but luckily I was escorted upstairs with the other ten girls for our interview. We met with our interviewers, one stern-looking woman with short dark hair and reddened lips - whose name I cannot recall- and a lovely-looking grey-haired woman with a soft smile and a black dress I'd of worn myself called Rosemary.

As is any luck, the stern woman took most of the interview, giving us a long talk about the university, the courses they do with fashion, and what you will learn in your semesters in the next few years. "We do not produce big-name designers" was the most memorable of what the stern woman said, and a good few faces in the room fell instantly. "We produce more high-street-store designers." Not honestly my cup of tea, but there is always ways of getting around this.

After her talk, she smiles at the room and asks the question "Do you have any questions for us?" I'm interested in what students and designers universities produce, and my lecturer had given me the best question to ask.

"What are your last year's graduates doing now?"

Her face fell as I asked the question, my mind now running the "Oh fuck I blew it" thoughts over and over again. The two of them spent five minutes uhmming and ahhing over who they could remember from last year.
The only name they could think of was Lucy. She was now working with Ralph Lauren.
Ah.

After this near-mishap, we were taken to place our portfolio's down, which we just left as we came back into the Fashion Futures studio, which we were then given a literacy and numeracy test, and a sort-of questionnaire about ourselves.

"You are given full roam of someone else's house. What room shows their personality most, and why?"

A long-answer question. Easy enough.
Numeracy? Not so much. I have never been good at it, and spent a great deal with my mind spinning "OH FUCK."

And then the questionnaire.

"Pick five of your favourite movies"

Michael Jackson's Moonwalker
Alice in Wonderland
Memoirs of a Geisha
NANA
Battle Royale

"A book that you find influential"

Haruki Murakami - Blin Willow, Sleeping Woman

"Three magazines you read and why"

Dazed and Confused - for cutting-edge, quirky photography
Kera - For Japanese fashion inspiration
Alice A La Mode - For interesting spins on Lolita

"Five of your favourite international designers that are NOT Westwood or McQueen"

Rio Maddison
Hussein Chalayan
Rei Kawakubo
Junya Tashiro
Hirooka Naoto

As well as questions on What is a pattern cutter, What is a pattern Master, What is WGSN, and Who is Viktor and Rolf?
After they'd looked at all our portfolios, our tests were taken in, and they picked us out, one-by-one for our interview.

We were left on our own, talking amongst ourselves about our colleges, our aspirations, even our own fashions. [In which, one girl said I looked like her friend Hannie, and that I was an adorable Lolita.] The girl sat next to me, Attia, was so sweet and shy, and was hoping to get out of London College of Fashion, as she was on the foundation degree, and couldn't stand it as a university.

The girls that were called out came back to wish us luck, all with different experiences.
"It was awful! She's so rude!"
"It was alright. Not too bad."
"It went great! She's lovely!

After talking so much, it was 1:40. In the afternoon, before I was called. I was the last person out of 12 to be called out. And by now I was just bored, hungry and sleepy. My nerves had died completely. Rosemary called my name with a smile, and took me to the stern woman, where on the way my nerves grew, and I commented on being there for so long and that I was looking forward to a coffee and a cigarette.

As I was taken to the stern woman, my portfolio was open to the last page [Which happened to be two illustration pieces of Toshiya from Dir en grey, which you can see here and here], and she was going over my numeracy paper.

"Andrea." She said. For some strange reason I wanted to cry suddenly.

"Your maths is appalling." I knew that already. "Your GCSEs are non-existent." I also knew that. She made that strange noise you make when your suck on your teeth.
"Why are your GCSE's so bad?" Depression, I answer, my voice shaking. She holds her hand out and nods. "That is fine, I don't need to know anymore."

"You portfolio is very thin." Uh-oh.

"There wasn't enough sketchbooks." Oh God.

"You do look like you are going into illustration." You asked for drawing! "You really want to go for fashion design?" Yes, I answer. I just enjoy drawing a lot. She nods.

"I really shouldn't do this - marketing is going to kill me, but. I'm going to offer you a place."

I'm stunned. I'm nearly in tears.
My whole life I'm told that I will never get anywhere, my GCSEs will hold me back from university, I'll just never make it. And I have a place. On the spot. No one else had mentioned they had been given a place. But I have.

"But." I'm scared of buts. "You will have to keep up well. You must do marketing in the first year, and with your maths you cannot fail it." I nod. "I understand. I will do my best." "So you shall. If you fail, I will kick you off the course myself."

I'm exploding.

"Please let us know soon if you wish to take the place."

Oh believe me. I shall. Once UCAS updates, I will take it straight away.
Rosemary smiles, helping my close my portfolio, commenting "It was worth the wait, wasn't it?" I just grin. I would have waited all day for a result like that.

With a sincere thank you to the two, I bowed my head and floated on out of the building.

I really did it.

This Andii is a successful Andii.

2010-01-07T06:10:00.000-08:00

I sometimes find myself in situations where I feel so lost and lonely and unable to either change myself or the surroundings around me. It's an odd feeling to feel, and it's often fleeting, but the imagery in my head of those moments are very vivid.

These moments often come about when reading of a very special friend of mine. He's world-adored, but to me, he is my closely-guarded secret.

I've come to miss him dearly, lately. We aren't the sort of friends that go for coffee every weekend, as it's not physically possible with the type of distance we have. But when we are together and is just the two of us, his kind words and soft voice forever eases me, keeps me sane, and with a smile on my face. We share something extremely....spiritual.

There is more to him than some seem to think, and in march, I spent the night beside him. Purely platonic, despite what some friends who know of this seem to think. But that night, I truly learnt what love, and pure friendship was.

I learnt a lot about myself.
I learnt a lot about him.

But these feelings. I have difficulty with feelings sometimes. I feel lust, I feel...excitement. I feel depression. But other feelings, I find some difficulties with. Unless he is included. I feel the excitement and the lust, but I also feel the jealousy of knowing the world knows of him. I feel the greed of wanting to keep him to myself...and I feel my heart explode sometimes, just by thinking of him. I feel the love.

I find myself needing him at all times.
And knowing it cannot happen.

And there's the depression.

それはそれほど困難ではありません。

This Andii is an Appreciative Andii

2009-12-21T12:45:00.001-08:00

I have worked out that there are people in my life that I really don't want to be there.

Not saying that they are so much friends, and not even so much as acquaintances, they just happen to exist in my life, and that existence bothers me so very much.

I suppose I'm a jealous old soul, yet I just can't get my head around people who sponge off their father's successes and riches. It's always the father, not even a generalisation, it's always the father. There have been instances arising in only the last few weeks with one of these people, who uses her fathers status to get just whatever she wants.
And I'm actually somewhat disturbed by the fact that everyone just lets her.

My only salvation is that once she's in university, she has no power, and with the way she acts, she won't have a clue what to do.
That makes me smile inside.

It also brings out my competitive streak. I'm really good at being lazy on command [and also when it suits me best], however, when I get to a point where someone who, to be fairer than fair, hardly does her own sewing and is less than a brilliant artist, yet gets distinctions in her work because of who she is and that she does actually do voluminous amounts of work [quality over quantity, RH? My arse.], honestly makes me so angry I take the anger out on the fact I just must be better than her. I'm more than capable. Now is time to kick her smug ass to the ground. And laugh.

I'm also ultimately annoyed by people with no personality.
A certain friend's girlfriend is the epitome of "Nothing" when it comes to a human. She has no intelligence, no physical appearance, no body shape and absolutely no personality.

Wait. I just thought, she's actually got something!! A shit-tonne of paranoia issues.
Myself and Dandylion have been puzzling forever about what exactly attracts my friend to this girl. ...... We'll tell you when we figure that one out.

Last port of call of annoyances happens to lie with those with no lives.
This usually ends up with a person with no personality, but the sheer fact that people have no friends outside of college/work actually bothers me something rotten.
Then again, I'm miss sociable here!!

In summary, I've managed to describe one person under the guise of many people in an array of "What really fucks me off...". Funny that.

This Andii is a Better Andii.

2009-12-14T04:11:00.001-08:00

Sooo. It's been a good while. I say this, as i've been without internet at home since 11th October, and on the 10th December, I finally got it back!!!
I hate people who forever go on about how fantastic their boyfriends are, but honestly, my boyfriend is fantastic, as he's given me a computer to actually get on with life and get back online.
:).

First things first - I HAVE LAST.FM AGAIN.




I'm slightly obsessed with last.fm, to be fair, and that's ridiculous. What can I say, I love music!!

In other news, i've got to the point in college where EVERYTHING is about university. And it does terrify me, however, I want to go so badly, and I am, at this moment attempting to bring my grades up to hopefully get into either Westminster, LCF or Ravensbourne. This will be difficult, I feel.

Keep your fingers crossed, yeah? ;D

This Andii is a determined Andii.

2009-10-01T13:43:00.000-07:00

When your friends are down, take them into town talking about how fucked up the government is and how a war fighting the prevention of war is a ridiculous idea, discuss how most of Accessorize is cheap decorated tat, which would still buy regardless, then take a trip to Sainsbury's to buy them a bottle of Asti and sit by the late talking about bullshit and hard pencils.

:).

2009-09-23T02:19:00.000-07:00

I've been thinking, lately.

About my friends.
Now it's the time they're all getting older, in a way, and it's come the time they've all decided to fuck off to uni and leave me behind.

I adore my friends. I find great comfort in having a load of friends who I can relate with, who can inspire me and keep me from the worst of times.
And I have a crazy array of these friends, in all shapes and sizes, all colours of the earth, and with different personalities, and it may just be a reflection on how I just love everyone, but I think it's healthy to have an array, if you must, of different friends.

So if you are my friend, reading this, I love you.
We may not always talk, we might have not seen each other in a long time.

But I love you.

Please don't leave me.

The Magic of Sparkles.

2009-08-26T02:45:00.000-07:00

Yeah, I know what you're thinking.
Michael Jackson, Again.

But yes, this is a post about Sparkles.
As of yesterday, it's been two months since his death, and as much as i'm not over it, I feel more stable to talk about it.

Michael Jackson, you may or may not know, is my favourite artist to have ever lived. He has been pretty much throughout my life. And I know most people say how they've been a fan all their life, and it gets repetitive and mostly an exaggeration to make them seem like much more of a fan. When in fact, i'm being serious.
I have many, many memories of Michael growing up. My earliest memories of him include my father, who left me and my family nearly seven years ago, who was a DJ at a pub nearby to my house, and he would play Smooth Criminal on vinyl [in which I still actually own], and put Michael Jackson's Moonwalker on at the weekends.
And no matter how many times I watched that film as a kid, I still screamed at this spiders.
I have sweet memories of Michael. I used to want to be Katie from Moonwalker as a child, and with my ever over-reactive imagination, I used to pretend Michael would play with me when we went to parks. In my mind, as a child, me and Michael were the best of friends.
I also have sour memories of Michael. Whilst my parents were divorcing, I listened to a lot of Michael's music, and became utterly obsessed with a forum called MJNewsOnline, which became like a second home on the interenet for me, for a good four to five years. Although at this time I was depressed, terrified and self harming, the only real thing that made me feel like it would be fine was Michael. I'd listen to his music and be soothed, or I'd see that beautiful smile and can't help but join in with it. His smile - so infectious. Even now, I can't help but crack a smile every time it appears in front of me. And although these seem like happy memories that saved me through a tough time, I can't help but look back on it with complete sadness these days.

I'd say, though, I've been an active fan for a good seven-eight years. I was eleven coming into contact with MJNO, and I think after I found that, the true fan in me came out, in a sometimes loving, and in a sometimes aggressive way.
God help those that dared to call my Michael a paedophile in front of me.

And it was at the time of the 2005 allegations that I really came out as a Michael fan. I got into countless arguments with kids at school for insulting Michael, and I listened to his music in class, which was a big no-no in our school. I probably was served a good few detentions for listening to music in my time at that school, actually.
And I remember the not guilty verdict so vividly in my mind, as the fans stood hand-in-hand cheering for his innocence, as the cameras cut out to fans in America celebrating in streets, birds being released, and everything being so joyous.

Of course, I am only eighteen years of age, so most of the interesting things that happened in England to do with Michael had happened in the Eighties, or were happening in the early-Nineties, which was no good to me, as I was just baby at this time. And believe it or not, I have had a few Jackson fans in my life tell me I am less of a fan since I wasn't a fan in the Eighties [By women of at least thirty years of age, no less], which still makes me laugh, honestly.

But still, as I grew up, Michael's music has always been there for me, no matter what. And even though as I've grown older, and further into Japanese and Korean music, as well as metal, I haven't listened to Michael as much as I would have done before, but I was still more than ever, an MJ Fan, and PROUD.

25 June.
It was a pretty damn normal day, spending the day not caring about anything and ignoring my boyfriend-at-the-time on all levels.
Until the evening. It must have been around 11pm? I notice Facebook's dead, then Twitter's packing up, and Livejournal's a bit wonky, so I leave it for a second, only to come back with my friend Aaron complaining the internet is dead.
"Why is it dead?" I ask him, thinking he'll tell me how long it will be till i can get my facebook fix.
"Everyone's trying to see Michael Jackson."

Now of course, this strikes me as odd. I know that the This Is It tour had been announced, so maybe he was doing another speech? Maybe he's done another ridiculous thing that the media will pull apart?

"He's in a coma."

I screamed.
My eyes were brimming with tears, and I ran to my front room to collapse in front of the tv as my shaking hands are punching in the numbers for Sky News....

And in front of my eyes, four words I have never in my life thought I'd live to see were plastered across my tv.

Michael Jackson is dead.

I can't help but break down into tears, my body was so numb, and my brother ran downstairs to see what was going on, and even he looked on the verge of tears.
But of course, I won't take this. Dead? Michael can't die! Michael's invincible!!! He's immortal, he'll outlive everyone!!!
The coroners office hadn't declared him as dead yet, however, and they were still resuscitating him, which meant he'd be fine! Anything but this, I was pleading to whatever higher deity there was. Anyone but Michael.
My thoughts were suddenly at his three children, the beautiful Prince, Paris and Blanket, whom the world had never really seen before, and whom i'd never made an effort to find out what they looked like. But in my mind, all I could think about was those poor three children.

Then, I thought of my father. Michael's passing would mean my last connection with my dad was gone. In my eyes, that was the end between me and him, although I hadn't seen him for a good three years, and hadn't talked to him for over a year.

Then the worst happened.
2am.
And it was official.

Michael had left us.

Honestly, his death has affected me in a major way. I've been extremely depressed over it, and it killed me.

The monday after, I was at my local club, Route 66, when an old friend and fellow MJ fan came to me to console me.
Then he showed me a receipt that was for two tickets to the This Is It show on the 18th July. I held him tight, saying I was sorry that he was Missing seeing Michael.
And he then told me that the other ticket was my eighteenth birthday present from him, and he was going to surprise me.

My life-long dream to see Michael Jackson perform was so nearly a reality.

It still hurts, even now.
But luckily, with my family supporting me, my amazing new boyfriend supporting me the most, my friends being mostly respectful, and the fans i've made friends with, I will cope, and i will help others to cope, because we all need each other right now.

Goodnight, Sparkles.

I love you so much.

Beth Ditto and an army of gorgeous fat girls.

2009-07-27T07:19:00.000-07:00

Beth Ditto.
She's a larger-than life character, and no, i'm not just talking about her weight.
At a reported 15 stone, Ditto, from Arkansas, is a large lady, but at the same time, it's not just her weight that grabs the attention of people.

She's a lesbian, an open supporter of LGBT and feminist acts, a self-proclaimed punk, who, shockingly, does not shave her armpits or wear deodorant, is seen out of her clothes more than in them, and takes pride in just not giving a flying fuck.

And its with this that I am so proud of this woman. Self-conscience teenagers are a growing problem around the world these days, and as an eighteen year old girl, I see it near enough every day, in so many, many unhealthy ways. Girls I know harm themselves, starve themselves and force themselves to throw up, all for this "Perfect image" that is thrown in our faces from a young age.
A shocking thing I witnessed not so long ago, was two young girls, at a perfectly healthy weight, sat talking about how they should go on diets so that boys will think they're sexy. I doubted those girls were older than 12.

And it's this, that makes me feel slightly sick, and makes my heart really hurt, that young girls think they can't be sexy until their ribs are sticking out and they don't eat more than one meal a week.
And of course, there are girls out there that are naturally very tiny, who also hate themselves, because being able to naturally obtain the weight most girls are killing themselves to achieve, they are alienated, and I am not leaving them out at all in what i am saying, but for my point of my explanation of my adoration for Beth Ditto and her attitude to body image, I will leave that for another day.

As a size UK 18, i'm a big girl. 49-37-50 Bust-waist-hips measurements [or so I think, I know I have lost weight lately], so i'm not small. Nor have I ever been in my life. So i've had to deal with the bullying, the constant self-hate, and the sheer desperation to be like those pretty girls on the magazines. But a while back, I had a crazy night where I realised that i'm meant to be a big girl, i'm meant to have my boobs, my hips, and my annoying little overhang of stomach that won't ever budge. It was that simple, just a night of looking at myself and thinking 'I couldn't be me without any of this.', and I stopped being so self destructing over the way my body was.

What I love about Beth Ditto is that she's just so happy with herself. You can tell this, because not every big woman would whack out a full naked body to grace the covers of LOVE and NME magazines, like this woman does. I know I still wouldn't! And she doesn't care what the world thinks of her. In her mind, she's where she wants to be. And I think that this way of thinking is perfect for a role model to kids.
And yes, I am fully aware that there are doctors claiming that it's unhealthy that she's making obesity "normal" and acceptable, but what they don't realise that some women just can't become thin, some can't budge their weight, and I think it's refreshing to see a woman who can stand in front of the world and say "Hey ladies, it's okay if you're fat, because you're still gorgeous!!", we sure as hell need it these days.

It also helps, along the way, that Ditto has such an interesting voice, and with Gossip, she's storming her way through charts, and shocking the world along with it. It's helpful to have a successful, fat white singer in the world, as although the likes of Adele are still around, she doesn't seem to stand out and stand up like Ditto at all.
Let's hope Beth Ditto's here to stay.

So Beth, I salute you, and I hope that more women become happy with themselves through influence of you!!

This Andii is an inspired Andii.

2009-04-08T14:14:00.001-07:00

Good Morning.

Well, I lie through my teeth on this occasion, sat here finally updating again at ten past ten on a Wednesday night.
We finally reached the end of the...spring term? Look at me, 17 years old, gone through three different stages of learning, and i'm not even sure on which term belongs where. But we've reached the end of it, and are now enjoying a beautifully sunny, if not a bit too windy, two weeks off of college.
It's only just begun, but I feel positive. This positive feeling, and re-discovering the copy of Haruki Murakami's collection 'Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman', led me out of my house and to the nearby park - not without a quick stop off at Soothills for a decent and most importantly - cheap cream bun, however. So me, my book, and my cream bun took a two hour gap out of life to enjoy a bit of alone-time, sat under a tree, wrapped around a good book with some good baked goods.

It's a refreshing feeling, really.

Talking of refreshing - by the time I get to college I should be fairly on top with all my work. Today, I bought my jeans to do up, my material to do this aforementioned "doing up" arrived today [£6.89 for two mts of black polycotton and five mts of satin ribbons with shipping ain't bad at all], and my dear Brother [from another mother] Kurt has agreed on modelling them.
Levi's should be checked by the time I go to London.
My Positively Too Dangerous To Sit Down dress is home, ready to be repaired, and I can probably easily find someone to shove themselves in it for a quick old shoot to get that one finally finished.

..Then I have mass amounts of other work, but my mind isn't on it. At all.

It's okay.

This Andii is a Optimistic Andii.

2009-03-23T04:38:00.000-07:00

Sleep.
I love sleep. It's a bit of a luxury these days. I can't ever seem to sleep at the right times. I'm awake most nights, worrying my life away, and sleeping through art history.

At the time this picture was taken, I was with a friend who had taken me to the hospital. Drained me a bit, we had a smoke in the garden, and I went upstairs to get something and he found me like this.

I might do a little series of the life of my bed for my Sanctuary project in Photography.
And no, I don't mean taking pictures of what you're thinking.
;D

Other than this, I took a day out today to have to myself. The weekend has been full of running around other people, and I needed to be alone for a moment.
Plus, Monday's are the most useless days ever. Photography 11-12, a three and a half hour gap, then Digital Imagery 3:30-5.
Waste of a day, in my opinion.
After I stop watching this next episode of Boys Before Flowers, i'm going to get my ass upstairs and do my Levi's sketchbook, and at least two more designs.

I'm shitting bricks, though - I have until April 1st to get this finished. And my model isn't speaking to me, so I can't find out what size waist he is, to GET the jeans, to customise the jeans, then to photograph them.

I'm screwed.

This Andii is a doomed Andii.

A Welcome Is Due.

2009-03-20T13:02:00.000-07:00

So. New to this whole Blogspot thing, and I highly doubt I will stick to it for a long time, but there is nothing wrong with a try, now, is there? Hi. My name is Andii and i'm 17. I live in Fareham, South England, which is situated between Portsmouth and Southampton, on the South coast of England, in that funny little dip you can see in the bottom of it.
It's not that exciting.
At all.

I'm a Fashion student at Fareham College. I fucked up royally in my GCSEs two years ago, and didn't have enough GCSEs to go straight into the Fashion National Diploma, so I did a foundation course in Art and Design last year, and am now on my first year of Fashion.
Fashion will be mentioned a lot in this blog over time.
I like clothes, basically.
My course, however, is filled with girls who make arguments over skirts, and seemingly a lecturer who hates us. Who is only in charge because unfortunately our regular lecturer has cancer. Sad times.
Within my college course, we study Fashion, Photography, Technical Skills, Art History, Key Skills, Computers in Art, Life Drawing and Painting.
I get busy sometimes.

My personal style?
Well. It changes. I'm stupidly into Japanese Street Fashions, and that is where all my inspiration in styling and career choice happens to come from.
I dress different to how i'm feeling, some days I wear Lolita, some days I wear casual Japanese Punk, sometimes Gyaru.
Most of the time, it's a crazy, lazy mix between the two.
I'd like to say it works.

I'm also a representative for Fareham Youth Council, in which we plan events and attend meetings and stuff to try and make the town a better place for kids. Currently, we're organising free events in the summer for under 25s to attend.

I adore music. A lot. A LOT a lot. I play guitar, and I can play bass, drums, piano, trombone, tennerhorn and violin. I currently play a ESP Forest GT in see-thru black with newly-installed Seymour Duncan SH-13 Dimebucker pickups.
I get geeky with guitars sometimes.
I hang out with the music lot in college a lot, actually. It's nice to talk to people about guitars. Yum. Even if they find it shocking that a girl plays electric guitar like I do.

Getting onto musical tastes, predominantly I listen to Japanese Rock.
My favourite band in this Genre is Dir en grey, for which I have been a fan of for six years. Crazy.
But my music taste is never limited - in fact, far from.
I listen to Japanese Pop, Japanese Hip-Hop/R&B, Korean Pop and Hip-Hop/R&B and Chinese Pop
Outside of Asia, I listen to everything. Give me some Britney Spears, i'll love it, some Placebo, i'll adore it, Flo Rida? Please. Bullet For My Valentine? Thank you very much!
Literally, I listen to everything. I can't honestly ever limit myself to one genre of music.

Other than that, Coffee is a drug these days, smoking is lovely, and I like taking weekends away in London every month to see people that I really care about.
I'm pretty much, just a general seventeen year old girl.
I like parties, dancing, drinking, music, fashion, friends and taking too many pictures of myself.

So welcome.

:).