It’s the way I feel so low
It’s the way I get up slow
It’s the way you make that awful sound
It’s the way you make me slide down
I wish it was a different one
Now I wonder why we don’t own a Diwan
I was so vexed with the leather sofa (that came with the property we are renting) that I decided to write something like a poem to rant.
One of those days when suddenly something pops into your mind and refuses to go away. So I decided to tweet it and let it flutter away in the web space.
If I am ever sorry for hurting someone emotionally, it is my mom. Everyone else? They probably deserved it
Now that my school is starting from next week, I am getting ready for that slowly and steadily. I needed a hot carry-on cup with a lid (side note: in a school you shouldn’t be carrying around hot drinks, even if you are sick you need to have a lid on it) of my own. I was looking for some of them online and in stores but nothing caught my interest. I came across keepcup in a magazine which gave me the idea of ordering my cup with the colours of my choice. So I decided to represent my family in this cup. An Indo-Irish (it sounds better this way, that is all) family. Given that our flags have the same colours (and Italian too) it was an easy choice to make. What do you think? Too cheesy? 😉 Well, at least I will recognize my cup anywhere in my school and trust me, that comes in very handy.