I'M BACK!!!
Actually it's not a particularly exciting announcement - for me, at least. For all you adoring readers, of course, your diva is back, having developed even more of a diva personality over the past two weeks, as the Bs will prove willing witnesses.

England was FUCKING WONDERFUL!
Bernie - that's why I wasn't blogging. Youth hostels tend to have really shitty computers, and internet connections have to be paid for, and they're bloody slow anyway, as I learnt the one and only time I used it to check my mail. So I just didn't bother with computers after that, and saved the money instead for SHOPPING!!! Which I did tons of. Incidentally, Bernie, I got you a very cute, very very apt little badge from a really cool 50s/60s memorabilia shop in the town that the Brontes lived in - the name of the town eludes me at the moment.

Anyway, I've gotten about 3 hours of sleep in the past 48 hours, because Thursday night in York we had this crazy scheme not to sleep at all since we were having a party thingie in room 15, and wake-up was at 415am anyway since we had to get to the airport in Manchester. Me of course, being the diva who needs her beauty sleep, did actually fall asleep for a couple of hours. But then I thought the coach ride to the airport was going to be 2andahalf hours long, so I read magazines for a long time and by the time I was done, we'd reached the airport. And then before boarding I was window-shopping, saving last memories of my beloved Accessorize. I know they have it in Singapore, but England has proper Accessorize stores with tons and tonsa PRETTY stuff, and it's practically the first shop I zip into everytime. And GAP. Those two and Abercrombie, are stores they NEED to bring to Singapore. I think I digressed quite a bit. WhatwasIsaying.. oh right. I slept about an hour or less on the plane, because initially I was sleepy but I was watching 50 First Dates and I was determined to finish watching, because it was such an adorable movie. And then by the end of that I wasn't sleepy, and the non-sleepiness was compounded by my hunger which was so not quenched (is quenched only for thirst?) by the shitty food. I usually don't have a problem with SQ food at all, because I get Indian Veg which is usually pretty good. But they screwed up and didn't even have me down as Vegetarian, let alone Indian Vegetarian. So I got western veg, and the salad portion had shrimp or something in it. So I ate butter, seriously. Vivien was shocked by this and offered me her vegetables soaked in chickeny stuff but it's well-established that I'm not particularly orthodox about my vegetarianism when hungry, so that's what I had. And lots of orange juice and lots of tea. OJ and tea combined, I think I had about ten cups during that flight. Thankfully the flight didn't seem too long. I also watched Peter Pan and L'Auberge Espagnole and almost finished watching Swimming Pool. Swimming Pool is one helluva screwed up movie. I need to rent it or something, and watch the ending.
So, long story short, I need sleep now. In London the first day I avoided jet lag extremely successfully, but this time I think my sleep cycle is going to be seriously screwed up as it's 8am and I'm just about to go to sleep.

I miss my little UKtrip world.
I miss the people - now it's just sort of silent because everyone in my house is sleeping and I, despite having had less than 3 hours sleep in the past 48 hours, am wide awake. And I feel lonely. And blogsurfing just doesn't do it for me anymore. Surprisingly, I have found that I -can- in fact live without a computer for a period of time. I shall have to keep that habit up this week and mug for commons, even though Nasty advises that we screw Commons, ace promos and snag Progess Awards. However, I feel like being guai even though it contradicts the very fundamental aspects of my nature. We shall see if my resolve holds through the rest of this week or if it gets eaten up by, say, sleep. Or 13 Going On 30 which I MUST SEE.

OkOkOk.
Nitey night, my lovelies.