rollopodmarsh

dear sara

i would LOVE to get a bagel with you. (mm crunch and munch)

just say when.

nidhi

is today friday the 13th? it might as well be.

that is all.

Dans un sommeil que charmait ton image
Je rêvais le bonheur, ardent mirage;
Tes yeux étaient plus doux, ta voix pure et sonore
Tu rayonnais comme un ciel éclairé par l`aurore;
Tu m`appelais, et je quittais la terre
Pour m`enfuir avec toi vers la lumière;
Les cieux pour nous entr`ouvraient leurs nues;
Splendeurs inconnues, lueurs divines entrevues...
Hélas, hélas, triste réveil des songes !
Je t`appelle, ô nuit, rends-moi tes mensonges;
Reviens, reviens radieuse
Reviens, ô nuit mysterieuse

Things always work better in the world of make believe.

Live out your hopes and dreams there, exiled therein. Never let down. Isolated? Insulated.

Spirit.

Life is not life if without the ups and downs. Live to be true to yourself. Regret nothing. Plough through it carefree - nothing ventured, nothing gained.

Snowstorm : Snowfights. Or rainboots.

Sometimes you cant tell the difference. They call that enlightenment.

I choose exile.

i have a resident mystery infection which is causing massive swelling of my lymph nodes. unusually, my wbc count has dropped to 3600 (normal being 6000ish), hence am being injected with iv-antibiotics every day for the next week or so.

i've never been sick with anything more exciting than a throat infection before so am mighty kicked with this, specially since it has ceased to actually make me feel anything now that the antib's are sloshing around inside me..

Its 6 am and I'm awake. Good grief.

I'm home and I'm going to be home for more than three months. Wow. What am I going to do with myself these many many days? I miss school. I miss people. All of them, collectively.. the feeling of being around people. I guess home would be better if I had friends of sorts here. But I know no one in Dubai.

The next time I look around these three months would have gone by - my life is being measured out in three month segments, and at the end of each it seems like the beginning was many many years away, and o am I so Old?

But such a semester! The concert, the research, Ireland (did we really go there just over a month ago?) so many new people!

Apologies to everyone I did not say g'bye to before leaving. (Which is everyone, practically). We were unloading our things at Bishop Hall in the storage place till forty minutes past the time I was supposed to be leaving for the airport, and then we dashed in, seized my suitcases and left for CVG. And ha I forgot to turn in my key. Fun Fun. John (of Peabody) is God's gift to my existence, and I would never have been able to leave if he had not been.

O I can't wait for school to start. Till then I'd best start trying to find ways of occupying myself while I'm here..

Happy summer all!

I have my books. And my poetry to protect me..

end of semester. g'bye all. new life new fall. new place people. semipermanent. endorphins endorphins..

aHAHA
10.54 am Dr. Uckan: "Nice skirt! Is it an Indian design?"

ooo dadu du. tu du.
ooo dadu du. tu du.
ooo dadu du. tu du.

the first time
that i saw your brown eyes
your lips said hello
and i said hi
I knew that day you were the one

but i was caught up in physical attraction
but to my satisfaction
baby you were more than just a face

and if i ever fall in love again..

It is necessary that I take one minute off and thank all the powers that be for Life and all the people and opportunities it is throwing my way. This is incredible. Fate can be kind.

Natasha your food made me so happy!!

Arguably the best evenings at Miami.

True to the trend, this one was also spent off campus.

First a yummy Middle Eastern dinner with Shireen, Natasha and Adam and a selection of the Middle Eastern Students Association. Very nice, and, new peoples!!

Then Jonathan's party over at his house Westchester. They were celebrating 'Festivus' which I diagnosed as an excuse to bring people over to socialise.. the revelry included writing out one's pet peeves on notecards and sticking them up on the 'Festivus Pole' and then eventually they get read out. Cribbing is a great opportunity for humour, thus again, entertainment. The nicest people, the nicest atmosphere, 18 rounds of 'Guess the guitar solo'.. Lovely music, conversations..

I spoke for a good while to a certain James, who had a lot of interesting things to say. He was also ancient, what 24? 'Some books are about ideas.'

Shireen and me being the only freshpeople there (Jonathan graduated in 2004, and has friends at similar stations of life) it was interesting to meet a bunch of people who were different from our other acquiantances, and they being nice as well!

Seeing as this was my first official 'party invite' of my life I'd say it set a worthy precedent..

this revival is in honour of two things.

1. the people who cared about my life, read my journal, laughed, and then told me they missed it when it died.
2. i now have five people on my friends list! (granted, i cheat, but what the hell, and i dont like 4 it tries too hard to be 2-ish and fails.)

one of the things that is characteristic about a journal of the public form such as this one is the overwhelming urge to be pretentious. for one has oneself a captive audience who seems interesting in one's ramblings, is not going to "uh-huh" neutrally in one's direction and carry on conversing about the weather.

i will resist this urge, for it is vile.

(i am listening to christmas music to recreate the last few weeks of the last semester, since i think i liked life then. music takes me back to locations, people and moods all at the same time. tis useful.)

we went to the charter day ball last night. it was fun. i did not get chocolate. all my women friends looked beyond gorgeous!! alton lee and adam looked raather dashing (can you tell i like this word?) as well. hm men should definately make an effort to dress once in a while.

shireen now has an ethernet cable.

evidently i am not.

this is an exercise to find out whether i'm the sort of journalee to spew out my mental miasma onto impersonal cybersapce, open to the ravages of anonymous opinion.

also an exercise at not being pretentious.

the basement is awfully silent when there's no one but me in it. and keypad knocks echo. i also need to do laundry. (note to self: do laundry)

and on that auspicious note i depart.