Okay. So reasons I haven't posted in a week and a bit more.
1. Life tragedy, bad inexplicable grade: no idea howwhy. Tohtal trauma calmed down by a terribly unlike me phone outburst followed by margaritas and a salsa club at Waterloo called Cubana. Even though I have possess four left feet, much thanks to C for not completely giving up on me and my terrible dancing skills--a fact that I hope, was brought on by just niceness and no sympathy.
2. Saturday and Sunday: Spent very productively on this:
That is Spartacus, for the uninitiated. Kind of a no-holds barred, Zack Snyder fanboy inspired tv show with enough gore and sex to put Game of Thrones to shame. Interesting because of the political intrigue, fleeting loyalty, photoshopped chiselled bodies, and who am I kidding, the fluid sexuality.
3. Monday onwards: Project work finally underway. :) Have super sweet submissive awesome Bengali supervisor who is incredibly chill . Maybe this is all part of some elaborate conspiracy(?). Who knows these things. Anyway, so project is on this. Fronto striatal connectivity on THC administration in non-users. So, I'm basically doing the neuroimaging analysis which requires me to pick up Unix besides other things. Unix is nostalgia overload: so reminiscent of DOS and glorious days of learning MS-DOS Prompt and Logo in Class 3 in this dingy little room with two functional computers and Windows 95. Work overload is crazy. Why you ask? Because I booked tickets to go to Edinburgh next weekend, and completely forgot about impending essay deadline so have been trying to work on that too simultaneously: Animal models of schizophrenia--a topic so comprehensive I could totally do my Masters dissertation on it, and yet I have a limit of only 3000 words.
4. Massive break-up but not break-up fight with the boybackhome. Doesn't help that he is also my best friend I suppose. But amends have been made, thankfully. Long distance, bitch be thy name.
5. Made an excellent attempt at getting self drunk on Saturday courtesy some potent wine stolen from the wine-and-meet-prospective-supervisors session on Monday. I already had mine, but John(programme leader, beltveryhigh up wearer, drunkard extraordinaire) asked me to show up for the wine and cheese, which he always always lets me generously carry back home. Anyway, so yes, Saturday night spent at a so-called Brazilian bar which employed no Brazilian people apparently. Carla, Brazilian flatmate and sweetheart felt betrayed that her Portuguese wasn't being put to use to get us freebies. Night was entertaining for me, I guess because I was drunk, and towards the end they played some amazing electroswing and this.
But the curse of getting to a place too early etc. I think I maybe growing old. Very scared.
4. Today: First productive Sunday in years possibly. So, Guy, flatmate, world traveller, connoisseur, general know-it-all, steeped in style, proper, loaded with money and an ego to match--not in a derogatory way, though--when you have it all, you kind of do, invited me for brunch because his brother is in town. Brother, Raphael, younger, keeps taking Guy's trip all the time. The camaraderie, and the brotherly banter is incredibly amusing to watch, so of course I couldn't refuse. Managed to get out of bed in time, and headed to Green Park, which is basically in the heart of Mayfair, you know that place on the Monopoly board that is the most expensive etc. so yes, that, for brunch. Brunch place, charming American brasserie called Automat was very unlike the rest of Mayfair: polite staff who did not stare at how you were dressed and whether you were posh enough to enter the restaurant. Nice, happy friendly people. And the food. Got four giant waffles, with strawberries and cream and maple syrup. They got the waffles so right. So fresh and the texture was so perfect, that as soon as I poured the syrup, the waffles were soaked just the right amount. So eventually when I finally put the waffles in my mouth, with a little bit of strawberries and cream, the burst of flavour was incredible. Guy being Guy, ordered the truffles with mac and cheese, of course. I was supposed to return home after this but Guy was taking his brother to see Buckingham Palace followed by Harrod's and since I haven't been to either I went along. En route, we saw the St. Patty's Day Parade with a very stoned giant dragon float that kept flailing about in every possible direction and amused me to no end. Very little will be said about Buckingham Palace because there really isn't all that much to see, honestly. So finally arrived at Harrods where opulence comes to chill apparently and spend exorbitant amounts of money on iPod cases made of rare pink and white diamonds costing haha.. wait for it 895,000 pounds. Hahaha. The women. I'm lost at where I should start. Should I start talking about the fake tans or the faces that look like they've been made out of playdough and may fall right off if you touch them. The surgeries or the ridiculous wardrobes? Or the kids steeped in Ralph Lauren and snootiness and general air of wealth and judging normal people? So, well, Guy's brother wanted to be at Louis Vuitton so me, Guy and Carla headed to his favourite part of Harrods: The Toy Kingdom and The Candy Store. The Candy Store, is simply ridiculous. There is no other word to describe it, truthfully. This was followed by a visit to the food halls. The smell of fresh baguette and cheese reminded me of the streets of Bordeaux near Rue St. Catherine on a Saturday morning. Sigh. Mustnotruntokitchentomakemyselfasnacknow. :| And then Laduree, maker of the most delightful macarons ever:soft, crumbly, the cream inside having just the right essence and not an overpowering taste of flavour in question and a favourite of mine from Paris, was discovered. I bought myself the rose, the orange blossom and the Brazilian chocolate one. Needless to say, a year and a half later, I still feel like I'm falling in love all over again. Harrods ended soon after and I came back home to a bed and an essay to write. I spent a few hours in the night playing a long overdue game of Dixit before everyone heads home for different reasons. Everyone but me.
I miss home.
I want to, need to go back soon.
I really hope I do.
Musical delight of the week:
http://grooveshark.com/s/So+Eu+E+Voce/2BegYl?src=5
Satisfactory, Riddhi? :)
1. Life tragedy, bad inexplicable grade: no idea howwhy. Tohtal trauma calmed down by a terribly unlike me phone outburst followed by margaritas and a salsa club at Waterloo called Cubana. Even though I have possess four left feet, much thanks to C for not completely giving up on me and my terrible dancing skills--a fact that I hope, was brought on by just niceness and no sympathy.
2. Saturday and Sunday: Spent very productively on this:
3. Monday onwards: Project work finally underway. :) Have super sweet submissive awesome Bengali supervisor who is incredibly chill . Maybe this is all part of some elaborate conspiracy(?). Who knows these things. Anyway, so project is on this. Fronto striatal connectivity on THC administration in non-users. So, I'm basically doing the neuroimaging analysis which requires me to pick up Unix besides other things. Unix is nostalgia overload: so reminiscent of DOS and glorious days of learning MS-DOS Prompt and Logo in Class 3 in this dingy little room with two functional computers and Windows 95. Work overload is crazy. Why you ask? Because I booked tickets to go to Edinburgh next weekend, and completely forgot about impending essay deadline so have been trying to work on that too simultaneously: Animal models of schizophrenia--a topic so comprehensive I could totally do my Masters dissertation on it, and yet I have a limit of only 3000 words.
4. Massive break-up but not break-up fight with the boybackhome. Doesn't help that he is also my best friend I suppose. But amends have been made, thankfully. Long distance, bitch be thy name.
5. Made an excellent attempt at getting self drunk on Saturday courtesy some potent wine stolen from the wine-and-meet-prospective-supervisors session on Monday. I already had mine, but John(programme leader, beltveryhigh up wearer, drunkard extraordinaire) asked me to show up for the wine and cheese, which he always always lets me generously carry back home. Anyway, so yes, Saturday night spent at a so-called Brazilian bar which employed no Brazilian people apparently. Carla, Brazilian flatmate and sweetheart felt betrayed that her Portuguese wasn't being put to use to get us freebies. Night was entertaining for me, I guess because I was drunk, and towards the end they played some amazing electroswing and this.
But the curse of getting to a place too early etc. I think I maybe growing old. Very scared.
4. Today: First productive Sunday in years possibly. So, Guy, flatmate, world traveller, connoisseur, general know-it-all, steeped in style, proper, loaded with money and an ego to match--not in a derogatory way, though--when you have it all, you kind of do, invited me for brunch because his brother is in town. Brother, Raphael, younger, keeps taking Guy's trip all the time. The camaraderie, and the brotherly banter is incredibly amusing to watch, so of course I couldn't refuse. Managed to get out of bed in time, and headed to Green Park, which is basically in the heart of Mayfair, you know that place on the Monopoly board that is the most expensive etc. so yes, that, for brunch. Brunch place, charming American brasserie called Automat was very unlike the rest of Mayfair: polite staff who did not stare at how you were dressed and whether you were posh enough to enter the restaurant. Nice, happy friendly people. And the food. Got four giant waffles, with strawberries and cream and maple syrup. They got the waffles so right. So fresh and the texture was so perfect, that as soon as I poured the syrup, the waffles were soaked just the right amount. So eventually when I finally put the waffles in my mouth, with a little bit of strawberries and cream, the burst of flavour was incredible. Guy being Guy, ordered the truffles with mac and cheese, of course. I was supposed to return home after this but Guy was taking his brother to see Buckingham Palace followed by Harrod's and since I haven't been to either I went along. En route, we saw the St. Patty's Day Parade with a very stoned giant dragon float that kept flailing about in every possible direction and amused me to no end. Very little will be said about Buckingham Palace because there really isn't all that much to see, honestly. So finally arrived at Harrods where opulence comes to chill apparently and spend exorbitant amounts of money on iPod cases made of rare pink and white diamonds costing haha.. wait for it 895,000 pounds. Hahaha. The women. I'm lost at where I should start. Should I start talking about the fake tans or the faces that look like they've been made out of playdough and may fall right off if you touch them. The surgeries or the ridiculous wardrobes? Or the kids steeped in Ralph Lauren and snootiness and general air of wealth and judging normal people? So, well, Guy's brother wanted to be at Louis Vuitton so me, Guy and Carla headed to his favourite part of Harrods: The Toy Kingdom and The Candy Store. The Candy Store, is simply ridiculous. There is no other word to describe it, truthfully. This was followed by a visit to the food halls. The smell of fresh baguette and cheese reminded me of the streets of Bordeaux near Rue St. Catherine on a Saturday morning. Sigh. Mustnotruntokitchentomakemyselfasnacknow. :| And then Laduree, maker of the most delightful macarons ever:soft, crumbly, the cream inside having just the right essence and not an overpowering taste of flavour in question and a favourite of mine from Paris, was discovered. I bought myself the rose, the orange blossom and the Brazilian chocolate one. Needless to say, a year and a half later, I still feel like I'm falling in love all over again. Harrods ended soon after and I came back home to a bed and an essay to write. I spent a few hours in the night playing a long overdue game of Dixit before everyone heads home for different reasons. Everyone but me.
I miss home.
I want to, need to go back soon.
I really hope I do.
Musical delight of the week:
http://grooveshark.com/s/So+Eu+E+Voce/2BegYl?src=5
Satisfactory, Riddhi? :)
I literally *devoured* this post. While devouring this horseradish-bacon cheese. Yeah. The bidesh is plenty weird.
ReplyDeleteYour music, man. Is keeping me from studying and sleeping because all day long I groove to it.
I will put up boston food pictures soon and torment people, yes I will mwahaha
Also, spring is nearly here. Cheer up. I shall tell you tales of my nazi-like super soon.
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