hangat-hangat tahi ayam...Not!

oh i think this blog celebrates its first birthday this month. i'm impressed with myself.

time, it just flies

in the past two weeks; i have made pancakes with the bunch. without any experience or recipe we churned out yummy chocolate and cheesey melty little things. i have made my way through the many many bulmers that cluttered my fridge. i have satisfied my craving for good south indian thosai, even though my dulled taste buds could barely handle the spicy chilli-ness. i have trudged all the way to leicester square close to midnight, only to find him wandering the aisles looking rather depressed. to buy or not to buy (an itouch)-he has a U2 special edition classic already. i have gotten off my arse and finally seen my gp. i now have 3 months worth of medication, hurrah!i sat with him in william hill as he took me through the abc's of horse betting. i have slogged through my coursework just so i can laze away my weekends. i have religiously walked up to the gym through rain and shine in my effort to be determined. i have indulged in the sweetest of sweet indian goodies, from ladhus to palkovas to payasam, heavenly. i have attended a session on spirituality and success on my own free will and was really impressed. hmmm...i guess now i know where my time goes.

i lost an hour today

because of the confusion surrounding the start of daylight saving hours, i wound up standing in front of the security guard, hair tousled, oversized t, bathroom flip flops, unbrushed teeth and bleary eyed at half past 12 instead of eleven thirty. stupid stupid stupid. the overnight forms had already been stamped late. stupid. i stood there trying to plead my case to no avail. stupid. i hate silly rules. but i sure am going to miss the halls one way or another when we move out. strangely, it has become home. arghh.

monday blues

i hate sunday nights. i hate sunday nights. oh i hate sunday nights so terribly much. it brings a joyous three days spent reveling in little delights to an abrupt end. the tornado that descends upon my little room packs up and leaves amidst whining and wingeing. i am no longer in the eye of the storm, and the world starts spinning again. oh how dreary mondays are. i hate sunday nights.

On Articulate

the simplest words can confuse and befuddle me when i'm thinking under pressure. somethings were described in the weirdest ways, with swinging hand motions and exasperated expressions. some of us would just repeat the same sentence on loop while the poor partner would sit miserably on a different wavelength. playing articulate into the wee hours of saturday sure was good fun. some funky descriptions :

" the reverse of fucking".... unscrew (action)
"how well do you know mariah carrey?"......butterfly! (nature)

Down under

every time i see photos of australia; the sunshine, the flip flops and singlets, i wonder what the hell i'm doing in dull, dreary london. for the greater good.

8 hours of miscalculations later

nothing beats a cold magners when there's faim to be done.nothing.