looses.

last supper.

friday was the last day i cooked for my housemates. and so i treated them to some sushi and grilled rice balls. :)

i found a recipe for rice balls on www.bento.com, but it called for numerous hyper-linked ingredients, which had their very own recipes which took literally weeks to make (reminiscent of polyjuice potion mebe?). so i just mixed sushi rice with some rice vinegar and soy sauce and it seemed to do the trick. dobbed a blob of miso on the top of each one and hey presto!

simple awkward phone call solution.

Uh, everything's under control. Situation normal. 

What happened? 

Uh, we had a slight weapons malfunction, but uh... everything's perfectly all right now. We're fine. We're all fine here now, thank you. How are you? 

We're sending a squad up. 

Uh, uh... negative, negative. We had a reactor leak here now. Give us a few minutes to lock it down. Large leak, very dangerous. 

Who is this? What's your operating number? 

 Uh...

nicola roberts & diplo.

spring time pub times.

i enjoy that polyvore set making is no longer a procrastination activity.

inspired by my outfit on wednesday night, when i celebrated the end of uni FOREVER. unfortunately i do not own most of these items, BUT OH WHAT I WOULD GIVE FOR A KINGFISHER BLUE BLAZER. i do, however have a gorgeous stella mccartney imitation necklace, moto high waisted skinnies and a white cropped blouse (bought for a fiver at a vintage clothes sale on campus...then majorly adjusted for frill minimisation). i also have a floral envelope clutch, my favourite handbag of all time, which i bought at portobello road markets.

check my style skillz beetches. 

pushing forwards.

musings in the marks and spencer underwear department on a very slow and hungover day

with most feelings or experiences, when experienced for a set duration, they come to a head and culminate in some sort of expression or occurance.

with pain, you snatch your hand away from the hot surface, say 'ow', get your burn treated and eventually it subsides.

with happiness, you smile and laugh.

with sadness, there is a process of grieving. 

but when i miss you, it just keeps going. i'm not grieving, because we are both in each others lives. but i'm not happy, because we are not in each others lives the way i would like for us to be. i'm just stuck here, in this same place in my head and my heart, with no real change or relief, as the missing feeds forward and forward into more missing.

500 days.