Happy Summer Holidays

Dancing in the underpass....
Dancing where the evening fell

Dancing in your wooden shoes
In a dressing gown..

Yay! i'm done (for)!

I've been celebrating the end of exams. I deserve to. I've been studying these past few weeks... standing upside down, not sleeping, eating too much, busting my ear drums (I can't study without the constant drub of music inside my head drowning out all the other voices), agonizing over tiny phrases while overlooking entire chapters, getting to my exams just in time to slip past before the final call, emerging in a semi-dazed state of zen... I am above and beyond caring about results, all that matters is that I got through.
So the first two days of holidays have been perfect. Perfectly center-free, perfectly aimless, perfectly indulgent, perfectly wonderful and I'm perfectly tired of it. Considering that I haven't slept much in the past three days and that its 6 30 am, I'm probably not tired of anything in particular, just tired-period.

The plan was to wind down at my dear friend/guardian's pad, sink into her rather uncofortable yet sufficiently squishy couch, eat popcorn,drink ice lemon tea and watch cricket. Yes cricket. I don't even like cricket, but what the hell, it is the national passtime ((not this nation, I mean the mother country. And also not cricket per se, rather cricket watching is the national passtime). So anyhoo, I manage to get myself treated to dinner, then get as far as the couch and turn on the tele( thats what I'm calling it these days) when friends start calling up left right and center- everybody's going clubbing. Since everybody's doing it, I do too (story of my life) and clubbing we go. It started out in a bad way, and for a while we were caught in a nightmarish realm of obscure 80's pop music, with strange Chinese people and middle aged Indian men gyrating to the beat of Square Root ("the favorite non-Chinese song of Chinese people", to quote a friend) at Double O. But thankfully, we found that the bar below played all the R&B club numbers you could possibly ask for (even though the DJ turned down our request for Belly Dancer...imagine that?!). After shaking away about a thousand calories we made up for it at what will henceforth be reffered to as the Prada shop (as it is so cutely reffered to by an from-out-of-town acquaintance )with cheese pratas and maggi mee. Crashed at 6 30am...more than twenty four hours ago.
The day that followed was inaugurated by making myself the best breakfast I've had in a long time- Sausages, scrambled egges, peanut-butter on toast and my spectacular Coffee. I spent the rest of the day alternating between TV viewing and finishing up The New York Trilogy, by Paul Auster, which is the most wonderful blend of the popular novel and serious post-modernist fiction I have come across (yes, I can actually use the word post modernist now and have a clue). The treat of the evening was Fracture at GV- very enjoyable (although some superior beings, who dwell on a higher plane of thought found it predictable). Gosling was h-o-t and Hopkins eerily resembles my Hungarian boss. And the best part of all, book your tickets online at Vivo GV, buy a popcorn and drink combo and get TWO Ben and Jerry scoops in your choice of flavor absolutely free! I was thrilled to bits. Nothing makes me as happy as chocolate chip cookie dough icecream.
Now my book is done and so is this piece of writing. The sun has come up so I can go back to sleep without having to leave the light on.