Friday, 16 December 2011
Posted by Olive Oyl at 01:56
Thursday, 8 December 2011
So time is running fast. A few days ago there was January, and a whole new year ahead of me. And now it's December. Resolutions never work for me. I am too irresolute a person to tackle with New Years' Resolutions. Getting some adipose has always been there in the list. But needless to say, that's not happening as you all know. But it's December. And I like the racy feeling of having lots to do and having too little time for all that. Somewhat like life, squeezed into the remnants of a month.
I'd like to cross the river on a ferry once more. Get on to the top of a really tall building from where I can see the two bridges as well as Victoria Memorial. The grand skyline always makes me feel that I'm just a tiny dot in this big world, and it's a nice feeling. I'd like to see the night sky and stars for a long time. I'd like to hear the ship's siren from the docks near Calcutta on 31st midnight. I miss that since my six year-old days. I want to be on the college grounds. This shall probably be the last time I look at it like this. I want to sing myself hoarse with people whose company I cherish. I want to go to school and sing Christmas carols. I want some Decembers back. There's so much to do in a fraction of a month. A few days later there'll be a new month, and a whole new year ahead of me.
Posted by Olive Oyl at 21:41
Sunday, 4 December 2011
I am fond of reading. In fact with time I am realising that I am so fond of it that I'm quite dealing with a lifestyle dangerously close to being sedentary. Of course the adipose associated with isn't providentially turning up, but then that's one hope I've given up. I had resolved to read a certain book by this year and am having to deal with it now that it's December and the Earth is revolving a bit too fast for me it seems. The book talks about how certain criminals are necessary for the greater good, or something like that. All fair and all that. It did set me into thinking deep.
Posted by Olive Oyl at 18:59
Thursday, 1 December 2011
There's something about agony aunt columns that hugely attracts me. I mean, who wouldn't like to read about sixteen year old hormonal beings confused about which girl to choose, what alcoholic experiments to indulge in or ask the very pertinent question of which is better: studies or sleazy movies. Of course relationships receive primary focus.
Posted by Olive Oyl at 22:04