0.00 Longitude and Green

"The sun visits often these days,
I float from one thing to the next,
With no care for consequence,
I jump through pictures in a frame,
No memory lost or gained,
Life is a tree, still in wind and rain" ---ME


The last weekend was extremely fun, the Drama Queen went to Greenwich. Its a quaint little town with tiny cafes and pubs. It was a trip down memory lane as I stayed with a bunch of students in a university dorm. Spent my night in a sleeping bag on the floor. Watched movies that only aid to mind fucking. The fastest ship in the world (during the 1820s) the Cutty Sark is docked there. Was interesting. The oldest watch/time shop in the world sits at a tiny corner of a narrow street. Time was institutionalized here. Come to think of it seemed to pass quite easily while I was there. The reference for the times zones all around the world was here. I was at the beginning of time. Where it starts.
Anyway, so the trip was planned in order to catch up with an old friend and get my schengen visa sorted out. But alas! there was always the drama. On the day of the visa application her highness forgot to take along very crucial documents. So the night before and the morning during the application was spent stressing and fretting over what could happen and all the things that would go wrong. However, in the end it worked out fine... How i love fax machines :) ...
In other events, I met an interesting Norwegian student, who I thought was showing interest in my existence. But as it turned out, that was a one night only performance. Lovely intellectually stimulating conversations for one night and that was the end of it...haha... story of my life.
So now its back to reality...I have about two assignments hanging over my tiny, grey-cell-less head which need to be completed by this weekend. And I am doing just about everything from cooking to cleaning to laundry in order to avoid having to finish my work. Oh! and there is kick boxing class to look forward to today.
Amongst other news, I go home in a week!!..I am sure that will be an eventful experience since I chose to arrive on the day of the festival of colours.

Wonder whats up ahead next.

So Much for Love!!

"It was said to conquer all,
even in the face of death,
love is told to have stood strong,
But only until a lovelier love
came along..." ---ME


Valentine's Day is blown into this event when all the world pledges its love to the loved ones. Ugh! I am sick to my stomach with pink hearts and red roses and champagne and strawberries. I had told myself I was going to pretend that this day didn't exist and it would come and go. I wouldn't even notice it I believed. I believed WRONG!! Morning came and DING DONG!! Big package delivery.. I stumbled out of bed half a asleep to get the door. A very happy looking postman greeted me, I couldn't be less interested. Anyway it wasn't for me... most packages delivered to this house are not for me..
So back to bed it was. 9 o clock came and I was out again. Readying myself for a romantic meeting with my counsellor (no I am not mad, this is damage control so that I don't get there!). How exciting my life has become. I have regular meetings with people who tell me how important it is to "find" myself. However, the only thing I "find" myself in , is DEEP SHIT!!

Anyway! After the session I find myself wandering among crowds of puberty-stricken-pimple-faced freshers, kissing holding hands, tagging balloons along.
Not a very nice day to be single. My plan wasn't working. I was going to be reminded that I may end up a barking old woman who reeks of smoke and has a dog as scruffy as her.
Pretty picture (I do have a knack of painting doomsday scenarios)
But no the drama queen wined and dined herself with a friend. Wine, chocolates and Desperate Housewives were enough to blur the rest of the world away...
So the next day the two single women declared war on V-Day. Our response to love? KICK BOXING!! The next evening was spent venting the anger on to punching pads and opponents.
My knuckles were sore and I couldn't differentiate my hip from my thigh by the end of it. Every inch of the lazy lumpy body was in tremendous pain.
However, its true what they say, "Pain kills pain". Suddenly I didn't even remember the pain of valentine's...I was too busy dealing with the pain my butt. (No seriously, literally the pain was in my buttocks!!)
The next evening is being spent finding new ways to sit down and stand up without taxing the muscles sore from the enthusiastic boxing encounter.

So much for pain...

So you think you can tell? Heaven from Hell?

"There is light, there is the cool breeze,
It runs through my hair.
If I stand here silent,
I can almost hear the past fade away,
I am hiding my scars from the moon,
I know the end is coming soon." ---ME


Hello Again! There has been a big wake up call...An alarm that refused to switch off. But then again, I am the quintessential Scarlett O'Hara, and tomorrow is another day. Alcohol and anger is the most dangerous combination (trust me, I learnt it the hard way). It is my earnest request to all the budding/full-blown alcoholics not to mix the two. Mix Vodka and diet coke, not stupidity and drunken-ness.

The semester at Wales is coming to an end. (YES! YES! YES!....jumping up and down clapping like a clown). However, freedom comes at a price there is the dissertation and a couple of not so interesting assignments hovering over my head. *YAWN*

This is proof that I am going to be a lazy bum all my life (not that have a real problem with being so) and just float from one phase to another. Living in Wales and in a town with social degradation reaching new lows, one cannot help being influenced by the complacent lifestyle and wonder "so what if i work in a bar all my life...??"
This is what I had been fearing, slipping into oblivion..a deep and comfortable state where everything goes. I no longer know the difference between success and failure. Then there are the proponents of the theory of 'happiness and peace of mind are enough'. Given that being happy is what its all about in the end. But, what do you need to be happy? Money? Love (if it exists)? Peace? (Yours or the world's, or are they even separate?)

All ears for the answers...

New Year, No Money....Just one Life

9TH JANUARY 2007

"Happiness in intelligent people
is the rarest thing I know." --Ernest Hemingway


Ha ha! The Drama Queen has finally found a reason to justify being morose. It has been a while since she last decided to grace the blogosphere. Well, Her Royal Highness was away on her escapades as usual until money was in scarce supply.
No brownies for guessing that she is back in miserable Wales because she ran out of money and because school starts mid-January again! However, there is reason for celebration :)..This is a new year. Year 2007. Wonder what is in store. Hmmm...
Before we speculate on what lies ahead, I am going to look back at another year gone by. (WHICH MEANS I AM GETTING OLDER!!!! MORE WRINKLES...[nonsense I could never have one]) I shall refrain from mentioning the disastrous and stormy love affair that cost me everything from money to time to my degree!!
The last few months of 2006 were spent by me traveling around Europe. There was Thanksgiving in Hamburg and Sinterklaas in Amsterdam, Christmas and New Year in London and New Year's day in Colechester (btw..travelbugs/globetrekkers...Colechester in Essex, in the UK is one of the prettiest towns I have seen in this country so far. It is small enough to walk around the whole town and big enough to have a wide variety of interesting pubs and restaurants. The architecture reminds one of old roman constructions.
Hamburg is a pretty city, cheap beer...like I needed to tell you that about the Germans! There is an erie Cathedral in the city that was bombed in WWII. However, watching it at night has a different charm. There is an underground pub/brewery/eatery not too far from the cathedral which is a must see.
Amsterdam!! well its my second home, on concrete travel tips, feel free to write to me.
London is a city that I began liking or tolerating to be precise, only at the end of the last year. The only rule for traveling in London is: Have the Tube Map, The A-Z London map and an Oyster Card).
These little holidays were synchronised stunts to aid memory loss of the past year. In a series of unforseen circumstances, the only thing I lost, was money. Lots and lots of money, that I cannot even claim to have been my own or earned by me.

So! Here’s raising my glass to another year of highs and lows..
Another intelligent soul heads into the mouth of hell….(evil grin)