December 2008
11 posts
Escape to secluded England.
I had an awesome weekend. Visited Cranny in a little village called Godney on the Somerset Levels. It’s such a quaint town of 200 with a pub, a post office, and miles of grazing land. To get to the village you’ll have to travel to a small trainstop (because it’s hardly even a station) and drive about twenty miles through single lanes with green fields expanding as far as the eye...
This poster was stuck to the side of my bed by the previous tenant. I don’t really wanna know what she used to get up to on my bed.
(It’s still there. Just as a reminder.)
“I don’t want that! It’ll make my shit glow in the dark!”
– My new friend, Rama, at the student-budget chinese place we always go to for post-librarying dinner.
Before going back to Sales of Goods Act 1979...
…read the lyrics to this song. It’s two pieces of art emerging as one. So beautiful, so sad.
Vincent (Starry Starry Night) Lyrics
Starry starry night, paint your palette blue and grey Look out on a summer’s day with eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills, sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills, in colors on the snowy...
Mind scattered to the wind.
I’ve been such a klutz.
1) Lost my phone twice in two months.
2) Forgot Mama’s birthday
3) Forgot Sarah’s birthday (Happy Birthday, babe. You know I love you.)
4) Left my keys in my room last weekend and cold not phone my housemate because of 1) so I had to sleep over at a friend’s.
I’ve been rejected by 2 companies already for internships :( maybe I’m...
Holy Intervention
I forgot my mom’s birthday.
I only realised the next day when I was looking through my organiser. First reaction: Call Mama. Wished her and everything and spoke for a bit. She said she received something on her birthday from me after all. It was the postcard I sent her on my trip to Italy LAST EASTER. There’s a whole story to that, actually. Basically, Arvindd and I were in Rome for 3...
