The British summer (or not)

I can assure you that our lack of effort to update the chronicles has nothing to do with the less than average British weather. Well actually I take that back, the weather should be blamed for every audacity. The sole reason for which is the chaos and confusion it causes. I think Britain shouldn't have a calender, and they should NEVER mark the 29th of May as "British summer time begins". Do we have no right to know the truth ? What has the world come to ? Because telling a child in Britain that June is a summer month is a plain lie. How can we expect them to grow up as truthful human beings when we betray them in matters like the weather. I would hate for my child to grow up and think that summer is supposed to be cold and rainy and winter, well winter is supposed to be cold and um, snowy. Weather telecasters are just for the show and to fill the 5 minute slot every hour in the news otherwise we all know you can NEVER predict what the weather's gonna be like apart from the fact that it's gonna rain. take for example the last week. I had actually given up hope of seeing my sunflowers grow, observing the lack of sun. I was actually thinking of writing to the seed company to let them know that they have published the wrong timings for sowing and flowering. I think God heard me when I complained to Lalita about this not being June and how the weather was a disgrace to June because two days ago all hell broke loose, weather wise of course. It hurt to look outside because our eyes are not accustomed to see in such bright light. We are like those cats that are put through unethical experiments of being born and reared in a small box with vertical lines so when they are taken out, they can't see anything else because they have seen vertical lines all their life. Every surface was like a furnace and any contact with the skin felt like  it was going to melt. People were happy and naked, maybe too much naked hence today it rained cats and dogs. It rained like we were in the amazonian rain forest. I rest my case your honour.
But fear not, I tell myself. Soon I will be begging for rain and cold because I am going to a place where the sun shines like its on the ground, the air is like an oven fan set at 180 degrees and rain comes like an oasis in a desert. I think the eggs can fry themselves, no joke. To top it all off the electricity graces it present like it's God's gift, well it is but still no need to show off. I know I am gonna miss everything here most of all the Lakes and I know they'll miss me and my declamation about how no one bother about the blog. :) I hope they are nice enough to not forget about it but I can never be too sure hence my little piece before my departure. This doesn't mean I am not going to keep you posted about all the exciting things (may be) that come my way. I love this too much. I'll try IF I am done depleting the world of all the mango supplies. Which is a big IF !

"Ah, summer, what power you have to make us suffer and like it"

But whose complaining ? :P

"There shall be eternal summer in the grateful heart"

With love like the summer rain
Emily xx

Am I alone in thinking ?

So what's the commotion Emily, I hear you ask. It can't possibly the "in" thing to do because not everyone is doing it. It’s only a chosen few that have the nerve to do it every single freaking time. It's like Leon Doyle from The Apprentice said in the last episode "I should just become the apprentice, you know" because he came up with this stupid idea of calling their brand of cat food "lucky fish", yeah that should get him the win. It's like being big headed and letting everyone know that you have a massive big head and it grew so big that it actually split in to two. It's like trying to kiss yourself because you are awesome. Its liking your own status on face book . . . . .

I'll try and keep this short since this post comes under the category of rant and as much as we all love to rant, it can get out of hand. So there "was" this person (I am sure the person is still "is", but the reason for writing "was" will soon be revealed) on my face book account who constantly "liked " every status that they posted. And when I say every status, I mean every status. Ok, I'll give you an example

Annoying person: I just fell and broke all my bones and now I am in a vegetative state

Annoying person likes this

WTF!

OK, I kind of made that up BUT the point is that this person a) advertise every detail of their life on facebook b) like every detail that is advertised. As I see it, they have no life.

Ok, moving on, as you all know I, Emily lake have a bit of a temper and I can’t keep quite about things that annoy me. Only a bit! So I wrote my status something like this

Emily Lake: What's with people liking their own statuses? News flash, it's not cool so stop doing it.

Surprisingly I got a lot of "positive" responses about the lameness of the discussed action. However certain someone took it to heart and posted a very angry status and then . .... .. . Liked it.

This lead to a decrease of one person in my friend list as I realised that I was burning too much of my own blood and deleted the annoying person.

Weeks passed like days and I was once again happy as a bunny. Smiling, laughing and high five-ing friends until . . . . Dan Dan Dan. The virus infected another "friend". It saddens me that the infection has now evolved and the host not only likes their own statuses with the most horrible grammar known to man but also "likes" their own pictures in which they are sitting alone and smiling and posing like it's going to land them a part in America's next top model.

So . . . .Am I alone in thinking ?

Emily xxx

It's Not Sad

It has never been my practise before to start writing a blog post with no title, no subject and pretty much no idea where it’s going to go. I would not choose to start doing this now, if it were not for the dark forces at work. Ok, there aren’t really any dark forces, I’ve just been watching a lot of Harry Potter (there can never be too much HP) - 8 movies in 2 days, which is not bad if I say so myself. Since we finished out exams on May 20^th, I have been dedicating a large portion of my time to chilling out, and why not? All I’m looking forward to is exam re-sits in August and more university in September [insert sad face here], so for now I plan to spend time doing what I love: crocheting a blanket, completing a 3000 piece jigsaw, watching movies. I’m planning a Lord of the Rings movie marathon this Friday if anyone wants to join me. I’m not bothering anyone, my mum doesn’t mind, so what’s the problem I hear you ask?

A certain person who shall remain nameless (it’s not Amanda or Kathleen) has been bugging me pretty much every day to write something on the blog. The problem, however, is that I haven’t done anything that I deem blog worthy, and therefore I have nothing to write. This person refuses to listen, and won’t accept my explanation, and so we arrive at the problem: what to write? It’s come to the point where I have to write something, anything, or say no in a very blunt way. It probably doesn’t help matters that I have a stubborn streak a mile wide when I’m told to do something I don’t want to. However, I rate friendship as slightly more important than an internet diary, and so here is my anything.  If you don’t like it I don’t really care, to be perfectly honest.  

3 chapters in, I have decided on a subject to discuss. I was almost tempted to write a one-line post and leave it at that, but I would not be happy with myself and the quality of my work. Therefore, I have decided to discuss doing activities alone, since it’s a subject that I think some people regard as a social taboo. I’m not talking about being alone constantly, and having to do everything by yourself, just sometimes, occasionally, choosing to be alone. First off, I would like to say, it’s not sad: hence the title of my post.  About 6 or 7 weeks ago, I went to see Scream 4 alone. I went into the cinema by myself and asked for one ticket. Be warned, you will get a few strange looks, and the ticket person will ask you if you only want the one ticket, but that’s pretty much the only downside. You can see the film you want to see, you don’t have to share your arm rests and you can sit wherever you want. Whoever said cinema was supposed to be a social activity anyway? You go there, to sit in absolute silence not even looking at your friends, and then you leave. Really social.  I admit that it’s fun to talk about the movie afterwards with your friends, but if you just want the fun element of actually watching a film, then going alone is fine. And if you are interested, the film was good. Not as good as Scream 1, but better than Scream 3. I for one did not predict the ending, despite whatever other people may claim they knew 20 minutes in or whatever.

Last week, also alone, I went to Regents Park for a walk. It was a spur of the moment thing, which really are the best kind of things. Just get up and go, no planning, no plans going horridly wrong. I got lost (it’s a big place) but it was ok, kind of like having an adventure, and then I got found again. I walked down the same walkway that is featured in the film The King’s Speech (really good, check it out) although it was much less foggy. I went to the inner circle of the park, a place I’ve never been before despite only living 20 minutes away, something which took all the navigational and map reading skills I possess and was totally worth it. I have to commend the gardeners there for their excellent work; some of the roses there were as big as my hand and incredibly beautiful. They were honestly unbelievably huge, so of course my camera decided to break. I saw some weird looking birds that I had to edge my way past, praying I wouldn’t get attacked; I wouldn’t miss not seeing them again, but it was all part of the experience. Then, on the way back, also on the spur of the moment, I decided to walk back to my house along the canal. It’s like a whole other world- people keep houseboats there, and on the walkway they have chairs and tables, lights and flower beds, it’s like entering a magical world when you walk down there.

Choosing to do activities alone that you would normally do with others is actually a very liberating experience, and if you haven’t done so already, I would recommend that you try it. When you go out alone, you do feel slightly self-conscious, but if you take two minutes to look around, you will suddenly notice that a lot of people are also out by themselves, and you’re not as weird as you feel. It’s not sad.

"I have to be alone very often. I'd be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That's how I refuel." – Audrey Hepburn

"I'm an introvert...I love being by myself, love being outdoors, love taking a long walk with my dogs and looking at the trees, flowers, the sky."- Audrey Hepburn

Unusually, I have decided to have two closing quotes as they both seem so relevant that I couldn’t pick 

just one.

Love, Lalita xxx