At the onset of 21, you're not left with many "first time"s which is what's making this brightly infectious for me. I can smell the clouds as I walk past them, already thanking those rare few moments when sunlight reflects on my face. I see myself prancing around the place, getting wasted at the SOAS bar and picking up the accent (bluh-dee-helle). I'm thrilled for...
Recipe for a good day: Ingredients Tuesday (having radio through the day, point) Getting over with practical in the first half Clumsy Eater Friend Rattan Tata Library Proxy A book review North Campus Aroon Early dinner Method Attend your practicals in the first half. Make sure it's radio because you don't understand jack shit in the class anyway. Head out of college before...
Resigned myself to lifelong sadness that comes from never being satisfied. I last wrote here when I was still 2o. To this day, I'm 21 and 1o days old. Two parties, bunch of drinks and a substantial few anti-histamines down, surviving and seeing the face of college every day. It can't get any more gruelling than this, college ie. In the last month...
We are all a little weird, and life's a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. I found this in my phone archives, dated to the day of Religion exam. Feels good to know I felt something. I had an extremely twisted day,...
This writer's block is the end of me. Nonetheless, rant aside, I had a stunning weekend comprising of a few common elements. Free flowing alcohol and food and uninterrupted smooth jazz accompanied with conversations that may create controversy otherwise. Friday evening at Sinner with Obe and Saturday evening party at Clumsy Eater's crib. I wish my skill allowed me to write but this...
