This album is composed of 9 eye-warming tracks. Psychedelic sounds wrapped around an electronica beat, which is the kinda stuff I like listening to when I want to just close my eyes and zone out to some noises lol. If you've heard of Toro y moi... They sound sorta similar. Listening to it again now, (as I write this review) I see these being used as soundtrack for something like a rave on the moon - all slow mo'. You know them videos where there's people partying and there's just strobe lights attacking your iris... Them kind.
The track on the album for me is "Odessa". I'm sure if you enjoy your football and have played FIFA 11, you'd recognise this track.
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Ahhhh...
First year of university [tick]
An eventful Summer at home [pending]
Its always been the case where everyone in my house says at the beginning of every summer:
"This summer is going to be eventful"
This year didn't start any different. But I've got a slight feeling that this summer is gonna be pretty amped.
The one thing I've got to conquer is that plan-flopping mechanism.
You know when you plan to do something the next day and you go to sleep thinking "Ahhhh... tomorrow's gonna be fun!" with the most stupidest smile on your face... You wake up and its like you woke up into a nightmare - everyone and everything involved in your plans for the day have FLOPPED. Then you're left motive-less.
That has to stop this summer. To succulently succeed I'm gonna have to drop the dirty habits I adopted at universtiy
Vows
I'm going to go sleep at reasonable times and wake up before noon.
Get a head start on the content for 2nd year
Don't go out EVERY day - go out when there is a more than 49% chance you're gonna do something productive
Keep room tidy
Get some journalism experience or a job
See Snookums
Update the iPod
Procrastinate less
That last one is a REAL bugger. =/
However... I bet myself £1,000,000 that I'd succeed in everything else =P
BLEUUUUUUURRGGGGHH
I MISS MY UNI ROOM
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Midway packing at about 4am... Posters down, draws empty, trainers boxed, clothes bagged