Australia v Italy

if you had to use one word, and just one word, to describe the match, I’d use the word “shame”.

sniffles and trickles

I'm down with the flu, whom I 've conveniently caught from Renald. as a result, me and Vivek are down with the flu, and other people around me are also down with symptoms of it.

and I thought things couldn’t get worse

the events of Saturday and Tuesday have been major, and rather traumatic events. sure, what happened yesterday can't be qualified as any more major than what took place over Saturday and Tuesday, but still.

misery and company

as many of you people have found out in my two previous posts, I've had the worse four days of my life in Melbourne so far.

bloody fucking hell

just as I thought it wouldn't get worse. it did.

bloody hell

my house got broken into. yes, the new one at Carnegie.

moving… moving… moved.

I swear Paul is a walking music encyclopedia. but this post is not about his musical prowess… so. yeah.

finally over

it's finally over.

on the verge of breaking down

I am on the verge of breaking down.

somebody please, help.

sigh. 

Ocean Drive

as you all may know by now, I'm a person who can draw relations to music really well. somehow, I feel the lyrics coming to life and associating myself to what the lyrics mean. somehow I can feel the artist's anguish or happiness when singing a particular song.