| There's nothing quite like... |
[Jan. 28th, 2008|10:45 pm] |
having a hurst pull up in your driveway with its sleek lines of sombre black.
knowing who's in the coffin before you see the nameplate of polished silver.
talking at a funeral in front of people who could never know, never understand.
watching the flames take away what you once knew as your dad.
Since my Marketing lecturer found it suitable to announce it to my class today, I figure, its hardly a secret, and probably never was but for my social ineptitude.
If some stranger in my Marketing class knows; chances are you should have known first. |
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| Brett Lee |
[Oct. 17th, 2007|04:57 pm] |
I wish I could explain myself. But I can't. So I'll just point out again. That there's something about Brett Lee. That makes me stare at him when he's on field. And stare. And stare. And laugh. And stare. And switch off the TV slightly happier.
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| ZOMG! BUT THE WINNING! |
[Sep. 22nd, 2007|08:40 pm] |
*freaks out*
because, I watched all of that match, and I knew they were going to win from Brett's very first delivery and I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! I love having boys to call my own. I love that horrific thumping of my heart as I sit with my back against the sofa and try to get absorbed by it.
and I LOVE RP Singh! And I missed Harbhajan this summer, and I LOVE WINNING!
WINNING!
YAY!
However, to prove that there is SO much more to Rupal than cricket, I booked myself in for training on Monday and now I'm missing a India vs Pakistan Final and apparently there isn't more to me than cricket because all I can think about, is how I'm going to miss ALL OF IT!
How DARE they have a Final on a Monday? What kind of crackpots have a Final on a Monday? I mean WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!?! |
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| Community Support Officers |
[Sep. 21st, 2007|04:00 pm] |
I noticed yesterday, that the London Borough of Sutton has MANY schools, and a good majority of them seem to be on the 157 bus route. Having never gotten the bus before during the school run, I was amazed by the sheer volume of kids at each bus-stop between St. Helier's and Wallington High Street, but more amazing than the kids, were the Community Support Officers at each bus stop carefully watching the hooligans. There was a lone one on his bike, looking completely overwhelmed by the mass of Green just past the hospital and then two at the next bus stop and by Carshalton College there was a small group of about six. And I adored them.
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Random Story #1
I was getting off the tube and it was just me and the German quartet, and when the train stopped one of the boys pushed his friend out of the way and said "Ladies first," and they all promptly lined up and stepped out of the way for me.
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Random Story #2
Let me set the scene, lights are out and Rupal is trying to sleep when...
Roshal: "Hey Rupal! What does it mean if someone perspires in life?"
Rupal: "WHAT?!? What does it mean if someone SWEATS in life?!?!?!"
Roshal: "Doesn't Matter"
--SILENCE--
Rupal: *hysterical laughter*
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| Feel the love |
[Sep. 15th, 2007|03:12 pm] |
I feel the need to point out that I'm feeling much Ian Ward affection right now.
And Mark Ramprakash
And as ever, Nick Knight
May Stuart Broad grow another inch. (what?) |
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| Stalker |
[Sep. 7th, 2007|05:32 pm] |
I'm looking forward to work tomorrow, truly I am. Rupal loves her media centre.
India vs England Final at Lord's, it'll be great.
Except now, I'm also slightly terrified, because I feel slightly stalker-ish and for once... I DIDN'T WANT TO BE!!!!!!!!! I didn't want to know, I was happy just... and now I'm going to giggle when I see them and it's going to be ridiculous.
Doesn't matter
, 13 hours and 24 minutes til I have to be at work! |
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| Best part-time job in the world |
[Apr. 12th, 2007|12:47 pm] |
Cross your fingers for me.
I have a Calling. And it is a great inconvenience. But I swear it will make me happy. And if this goes through. I will take pictures. Buy a webcam. Write a diary. Send postcards. Just please. Please |
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| (no subject) |
[Apr. 7th, 2007|01:33 pm] |
OK. So you know when you get the best part-time job in the world, and you're happily squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeing about it to your friend? And then suddenly you stop, because you realise it isn't ACTUALLY the best part-time job in the world.
And you think 'Hey! I have the second best part-time job in the world'
And you do, and you're really really happy. But hell you want to do the best one aswell.
What you really want is an opportunity, a shot. And its there. It really is. And it's a phenomenal risk, but you know. It's... it's the best and you really want it. And all you want is unquestioning support. And it's not even like you have to sacrifice one for the other (yet). And so. I'm not making any sense.
I'M WORKING AT LORD'S THIS SUMMER!!!!!! |
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