Sunday, February 04, 2007

Indie Study Hurhur

PACMEN'S CATCHING UP WITH IDFUNK!
Hurr. Sorry. New blog versus dead blog. Well. Deader than this one anyway. *beauty qveen smile a la the leonger*

HALLRIGHTY. Since I've been ...preoccupied, and have almost left you all for dead, I, speaking from gratituous guilt, will gumptiously gratify you good people with a grand new layout! Hooray.
It will come up soon. Really. Reallly, I'm telling you.

Anyway. Life has been... alright. The highs of friends balanced out like checkbooks of love, or otherwise. Been partially ill, high on throat medication (mmmm), bhangra-ed at my sister's Terribly Bolly Bhangra Birthday Bash (don't you just want to keel over from the alliteration), been worried sick about my I/S, had bursts of ideas for projects that I would SO love to do (and prolly will in my time la procrastinatia)...

I watched Thank You For Smoking on Saturday, while cooped up at home and lying to myself that I was a sick sick dog who couldn't finish her KI I/S in the state that she was in. Heheh. What an kick-ass movie. I shall write about it in detail in my next post. (Ah, incentive!) I have to go now.

I leave you with a quote from Rabindranath Tagore:

"When we were together, we mostly played with words and tried to laugh away our
best opportunities to see each other clearly ... Whenever there is the least
sign of the nest becoming a jealous rival of the sky [,] my mind, like a
migrant bird, tries to take ... flight to a distant shore. "

Infinite brownie points, and cake points too, to the kook who can decipher that.

iraqi so regurgitated @ 11:49 AM || posthumous ||