Cuando yo era nina tenia que despertarme a las seis y media por la manana. Yo tenia que ir a la escuela todos los dias. No me gustaba ir a la escuela porque no tenia ningun amigo. No me gustaba hablar con nadie. Mi abuela me hacia estudiar para los examenes. No me gustaba estudiar. Antes yo iba a la escuela yo comia los cereales con leche por la manana. A veces yo pensaba que este era delicioso. Me gustaba patinar en el parque por la tarde, despues de volver de la escuela. Mi clase de musica era los lunes y los juves. Mi profesor de musica venia a mi casa. El era muy gordo y siempre estornudaba mucho. El me ensenaba muchas canciones clasicas pero ahora no me ninguna las recuerdo.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Monday, February 07, 2011
"Dhobi Ghat will seem like a comic strip after this."
-- My frand, to me, after we finished watching 127 Hours
-- My frand, to me, after we finished watching 127 Hours
Sunday, February 06, 2011
Friday, January 28, 2011
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Sunday, January 09, 2011
facebook hangover anxiety disorder
When you realise that facebook is the single-most distracting website in the cleavage of the internet but you are afraid to de-activate your account because you don't know what you will do if you can't spy on your two hundred and fifty four close friends.
Wednesday, December 08, 2010
paparazzi
Fans and Avid Readers!!!!!!!!
I wish to hereby inform you that I have been invited to a wedding :)
Nowdays, increasingly, I am invited to weddings of friends my own age... this is unlike my childhood where the people getting married would seem like aunties and uncles to me. The conclusion is that my friends and I are now AUNTYS AND UNCLES. YAAAAAAYYYY. (No, really.)
...... And now that you all have finished celebrating this piece of news, let's move right along to the REAL problem here.
I am a person who owns a very limited collection of shiny fancy wedding clothes. These, fans and avid readers, I regret to inform you, were very keenly documented by the facebook paparazzi at the last wedding I attended.
AND NOW.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.
Can you see my problem here? Can you? Can you?
I wish to hereby inform you that I have been invited to a wedding :)
Nowdays, increasingly, I am invited to weddings of friends my own age... this is unlike my childhood where the people getting married would seem like aunties and uncles to me. The conclusion is that my friends and I are now AUNTYS AND UNCLES. YAAAAAAYYYY. (No, really.)
...... And now that you all have finished celebrating this piece of news, let's move right along to the REAL problem here.
I am a person who owns a very limited collection of shiny fancy wedding clothes. These, fans and avid readers, I regret to inform you, were very keenly documented by the facebook paparazzi at the last wedding I attended.
AND NOW.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.
Can you see my problem here? Can you? Can you?
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