One of many, many :D

‘Computer…’ said Zaphod again, who had been trying to think of some subtle piece of reasoning to put the computer down with, and had decided not to bother competing with it on its own ground, ‘if you don’t open that exit hatch this moment I shall zap straight off to your major data banks and reprogram you with a very large axe, got that?’

Eddie, shocked, paused and consider this.

Ford carried on counting quietly. This is about the most aggressive thing you can do to a computer, the equivalent of going up to a human being and saying, ‘Blood… blood… blood… blood…’

I’m currently being highly antisocial.

At the best of times

Corporate crap is impossible to take.

Where the hell is this going?

I wish I had options.

Declaration

The author of this blog kept up a conversation in French for four hours on a flight and believes it merits reporting. Especially given how it’s been 4 years and 5 months since her high school French exam.

It also appears that she has won the hearts of many in the family. Teehee!

On the birthday and the move

I’ve much to write. I’ve had a (relatively) spectacular day.

With my first ever surprise party. A party for me. Made me cry, just out of feeling so special. Apart from those pulled together by my mom with a 2 kilogram cake in the shape of an airplane, a ship, a house or Mickey Mouse, I can’t remember the last time that happened. I might’ve had one when I left home many years ago. And another which was nothing more than someone’s idea of the best way to hit on me.

Speaking of which, it’s now my 11th year of having been away. School started on September 2nd, 1999.

I’ve just looked through 173 pictures, almost 70 of which are of my home. Except I can only recognise about 40 or so. It’s just been that long.

I wanna go home.

Having said that, however, yesterday was exquisite, except for a slightly boring afternoon. Things I couldn’t have had if I’d been with family.

Anyway. I’m moving within the next nine hours. Moving out to a hotel. To bigger and better things, one would hope.

I’ve been going through a lot of mood swings lately. So many thoughts and emotions broiling in my little head. It’s a little hard to handle, with all the things I must juggle. I must hold it together for at least a week.

I’ve already booked my return train to the city for next Sunday. :) I get the feeling this is about to become a pattern.

:)

It’s already better than I could imagine.

Happy birthday :)

To me.

There are so many things tomorrow could have been.

Happy birthday to Mommy too. :)

Is there anybody I’ve not treated badly these past few days?

On the new house

Verdict: I quite like it. *phew!* Had a nice, special fantasy when I was almost done making it look inhabited. :). Only wish all of this was in London though. But it’s alright, it shall be handled one way or another.

The past two days have been one heck of a ride.

(Note to self: must write about this hostel before moving this weekend.)

Oh, and happy birthday to me – take 1. :)

The day I moved in.

I remember, as I pack now.

God, I was so happy then.

I’m still happy. But that… was really something.

In time. Again.

Wet blanket alert

I’ve had plenty to write about lately with no time to write at all. Any time I have must be spent either working or talking. Not alone staring at a computer. Guilt, really.

I’m moving house. They’ll be here by this time tomorrow. It breaks my heart, the thought of seeing this room empty. I’ve had one of the best times of my life amidst this clutter of a room. I keep thinking that it’s a good thing we went up to the new place together, there’d already be memories there from the same time. I’ll be moving exactly a month from when we saw it. Little timelines that currently make me confusedly happy-sad.

Emptying this room is still hard to do. Like the start of a new chapter.

Which is really what it’s going to be.

Work life.

In one week, I’ll be up by now getting ready for work.

Work. No longer a student… My, what a step.

It scares me.

The thought of being alone on my birthday also scares me, in a very different way. I’ve just realised that I’ve not spent a single birthday alone till now. Other festivals through the year, yes. Not a birthday. There’s always been someone or the other to beam at my sleepy face on the morning of every birthday and make a big deal out of it. Maybe I can’t afford to ask for cakes and a celebration with party hats and balloons but a big smile and a ‘happy birthday’ when I wake up isn’t too much to ask, is it?

I want people. You, and my family.

Or Maurice. That would will be nice.

I keep recalling my birthday last year. I’d felt so much in one day.

Couldn’t sleep just now with all this in my head. So looked through all the printed photos, then went for a stroll just around the building. Walked around a lot of memories, stood and stared at you and me dancing on the street under a lamp, sitting with a cat and pizza next to the entrance, reading on the benches, walking back from the supermarket, watching TV downstairs or a tennis game outside. Such simple, special memories.

I miss you. I want to be home, I want to see you. I wish I wasn’t so far away. I didn’t intend to be here this week.

I’m waiting for a little grey dot to light up red on the corner of my screen.

I don’t really know why I’m tagging this under ‘hope and dream’. I guess that’s what it really is. Hope that it won’t be as bad as I think it will be.

I’m tired. From so many things. And I’ve spent about half an hour writing this when I’m not supposed to. Hopefully I’ll sleep now.