Monthly Archives: May 2006

House hunt, season finalé

Fingers and toes crossed, we have a house… I went today to put a deposit down, which should mean that everything’s done and dusted bar us handing over our reference forms, which will be done by the end of tomorrow. It’ll be a relief to not have to sift endless listings anymore, and worry about al getting over-stressed :) but seriously, I can actually chill on the weekends without having to commute two and a half hours every few days, plus have an actual wardrobe to choose clothes from, what luxury! That’s most welcome after having spent almost the entire weekend in shorts and flip-flops, come rain or shine, lol.

Incidentally, Notting Hill is awesome. Loads of nice houses, not much ghetto, and funky bars and restaurants. They even have private parks, one of which me & Gurpal managed to get locked inside. Ha. And we were wondering why people were giving us strange looks.. Hrmm. Still, when you pay £6000000 (count those zeros) for a house I guess there have to be some perks..

Anyway, all things permitting, I shall be in Balham from the end of May. To metaphorically use the words of the great Stewie Griffin, of Family Guy notoriety,

“So broccoli, mother says you’re very good for me. Well, I’m afraid I’m no good for you!”

Bring it on.

Mobile Phones

It’s undeniable that mobile phones are a huge convenience, but when someone talks loudly, incessantly and in a pompous manner all the way from Paddington to Swindon I undeniably want to throttle them.. :)


For some reason i’ve felt the urge to make everything all pale today. As much as i liked the design how it was, there was something impersonal about it that just didn’t feel right for a site of this nature :/ anyways, as if i didn’t have enough on my plate, i’ll stick gradual overhaul on the list too. w00t. zzzz….

[edit] actually didn’t take much time at all! Funny how the fun jobs get prioritised (incorrectly) ;)

The far out son of lung, and the ramblings of a madman

Yesterday evening on the train home, in a bout of melancholy rage at not having the proper audio codec installed on my laptop to watch the movie i was planning to, i wrote a long essay (or rant, rather) about my life, but i’ve decided not to post it here for two reasons. the first is that i really don’t think it’s for the world to see. i can personally appreciate it, but without knowing me and my capacity for introspection i just think it might come off as depressing. if only i could express myself more clearly. the second is that my friend fi made a (validated, probably) point a couple weekends ago that everyone she knows who maintains a blog sounds like a manic depressive, and i just don’t wanna be pidgeon-holed like that :) however if you feel like a good old light hearted read then email me – each case will be considered individually :)

I guess the reason WHY that is [regarding the manic depressives], is that the internet is a soundboard for those people – a friend who’s forever listening and never interrupts :) i mean you don’t HAVE to read those kinda posts, but i’ve found that it’s sometimes reassuring that others are in the same boat. plus, it relieves frustration and enlightens others to one’s angst, which may have otherwise gone unnoticed… ok i’m gonna shut up now.

Here’s a tune to listen to though whilst reading such jolly material: M83 – ‘Slight Night Shiver’.

Anyways what’s been up… well we’ve still not found a house and i’m OVER LOOKING. in fact i think it’s safe to say we’re all pretty damn fed up with it. ffs. househunting is like the most tedious thing ever, especially when your group are divided in their opinions of where, when and how [much]. what’s especially not fair is that my friend chris went for one viewing and took the first house he saw. how goddamn unfair is that?! ;) i haven’t even gotten onto jobs properly yet, and i should really be a bit more concerned about it given that i have approximately four days of part-time employment left until i’m officially done… decisions still have to be made but it’s just impossible. that’s probably why i wrote what i did before – fear of commitment and indecisiveness. i guess i have to admit that i’m a yujufudan hito :/ bah. still, nothing ventured nothing gained etc etc, so tomorrow is going to be dedicated to a marathon job sesh. come on.

Regarding choice of work, well, the best me & gurpal could come up with was that a solution would present itself. this was, however, after our brief conversation about how we’re both part believers in fate – so should i trust him? :) nah i’m sure that’s right and everything will be fine. i guess i just have to wait for the epiphany to happen.

As a testiment to how committed i am to finding a job though, instead of sitting in all afternoon and doing research on monday, i ended up going out drinking mid-afternoon in camden town… (you guys!) – the four pints were to sink any hopes of being productive..

That aside, had a fairly heavy weekend, which was capped by an excellent night out at cargo in shoreditch. especially when they played ‘silent shout’ by the knife. what a fucking awesome tune/moment.

Reality is such a drag.