Hello Dear Readers,
It’s been a while since my last posting (Amanda) and I apologise for that, as you may have gathered from the other posts I am a little lazy. Having said that, I had to share a thought Emily and I had a few weeks ago. Is CG real?
I now imagine you all sitting there and sighing, oh dear, not the "boy obsession" again, but really, maybe he didn’t really exist. A figment of our imagination, the boredom of lectures getting to our head, the lack of males in a Psychology degree, so the deprived Lakes, who share a brain (rumours have it) made up a creature so beautiful and amusing that we felt content and if so, reality came crashing back too soon :(
CG isn’t here anymore, our damned brains lost their power of concieving the beautiful being, and I think we may have caused him to fail the course (woops, sorry CG.)
The flaws in our creature started appearing when he arrived 12 minutes late to each lecture, surely that cannot be possible? but denial hit too soon and we quickly let that thought pass thinking he might live 12 minutes from campus and always left on time, the same attitude kept up with CG not having very many friends, again, maybe he was shy? or liked to keep to himself. The second flaw was when CG stopped coming to some lectures, especially near exam season, again denial didn’t let reality crack through as who knows, maybe he was revising and thought lectures were a waste of him? It's possible. The breakthrough came when CG did not attend any exams (well, one). That is when we seriously doubted his existence, a guy, who comes from Greece to the UK to study, pays almost double the tuition fees as we do, gets into his second year and then suddenly does not appear to most lectures and more importantly exams. Makes no sense, not to mention he has now suddenly disappeared.
Its time to wake up from our wonderful dream of an almost perfect boy. Which is a real shame because at the moment The Lake's are suffering from CG deprivation, and surprisingly Emily is more so than me. Who'd know? But I assume that’s because Emm did try to befriend him.
So The Lake's are having a bit of a glum time at the moment, CG is no longer here, workload is increasing and placement applying comes soon too. On the bright side however, we get Friday's off, wohoo! :D
" I have a very firm grasp on reality! I can reach out and strangle it any time!" Author Unknown
So readers, till next time, farewell, take care and stay safe!
Amanda xx
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Saturday, 8 October 2011
Saturday, 7 May 2011
The Lake conversation: 3rd installment
Emily Lake:
Emily Lake: not Danish?
Lalita Lake: no, not Danish.
Emily Lake: what not Danish??
Lalita Lake: it's annoying. And no one IS Danish.
Emily Lake: ohh okay. Yess, well some people are you can’t say NO ONE IS DANISH
Lalita Lake: no one we know is Danish. There’s no reason for Amanda and now you to go around saying Danish. It’s as weird as me going around saying Mongolian every 5 minutes!
Emily Lake: hahahhaha that would be funny. Mongolian LOL
Lalita Lake: lol, omg please don't let Amanda see this and give her more ideas.
Amanda Lake: Mongolian! :D
Lalita Lake: see, for some reason that's not as annoying as Danish, it's funnier.
Amanda Lake: DANISH,
Lalita Lake: Mongolian.
Amanda Lake: Mongdanish
Lalita Lake: um, suuuure. Special.
Amanda Lake: Aww thank you: D
Lalita Lake: no problemo
Amanda Lake: mongdanish
Lalita Lake: Mongolian.
Amanda Lake: Daaaaaaaanish
Emily Lake: this is going to be a long night
Amanda Lake: Daaanish
Emily Lake: Do you hear me screaming?? Well I am
Lalita Lake: umbrella.
Lalita Lake: don't scream, whisper.
Emily Lake: and that way you'll hear me??
Lalita Lake: no, but then no one near you will have to hear you either :D i'm very considerate like that.
Amanda Lake: Danish
Amanda Lake: Purple
Lalita Lake: Hamster.
Emily Lake: WTH ?? where did purple hamster come from
Lalita Lake: i got bored with mongolian.
Amanda Lake: Banana.
Emily Lake: tall white mocha
Amanda Lake: Drool.
Emily Lake: mop
Amanda Lake: Slip.
Emily Lake: pan brush
Lalita Lake: shoes.
Emily Lake: shoee lace
Amanda Lake: coffee
and it went on to get more and more meaning less, you wouldn't want to know. I am sure
Much love
Emily xx
Edit: My friend has pointed out that my drawing of the cinnamon danish looks like poop, please be adviced that it in no way looks like a poop in reality. I would not want sales of cinnamon danish to go down by this drawing. My less-then-perfect skills will never to the danish justice it deserves
Edit: My friend has pointed out that my drawing of the cinnamon danish looks like poop, please be adviced that it in no way looks like a poop in reality. I would not want sales of cinnamon danish to go down by this drawing. My less-then-perfect skills will never to the danish justice it deserves
Thursday, 3 March 2011
There CAN Be Miracles When You Believe
AKA an update on CG. I’ve always suspected that I may be a little bit psychic. Not Mystic Meg psychic; I don’t make any claims to be able to read the future or anything like that I and personally think if you meet a tall, dark stranger, you should probably start running in the other direction. (Sorry, Amanda, Kathleen and I visited Whitechapel yesterday, and I’m still feeling in the Jack the Ripper mood). Anyway, it’s just little things that happen to me, which I’m sure probably happen to everyone, but creep me out just the same. Like thinking of an advert ten seconds before it comes on TV or ringing my mother when she has the phone in her hand, ready to call me. Today I suggested to Emily that she should buy her mother a plant for mother’s day, and was then told that a plant was actually what she wanted. I promise I hadn’t been told anything about this beforehand. Just little things you can easily write off as coincidences, but they happen frequently enough to make me stop and think ‘Wow, it happened again, this is getting kind of spooky’. Whatever abilities I thought I had before though, they’ve either stepped way up, or we’ve just experienced the biggest 2 days of coincidence in (our) history.
If you read our blogs regularly (doubtful, but we can dream) you will see that on Sunday just gone, the 27th February, I wrote a post entitled ‘An Open Letter to CG’, which is located in our other blog ‘Letters from the Lakes’. It was a very detailed, and in retrospect quite spiteful, rant about a certain CG. I feel bad about it now (despite reassurances from a certain, rather more vicious Lake) but it had to come out, for my sanity’s sake. I had to let the world know about the frustration I was feeling inside before I exploded. So now it’s out there. I do realise that this is the internet, that anyone in the world can read what we post. Seeing as we’ve only had about 500 views in the last year however, it seems pretty unlikely that someone we don’t know (CG) would stumble across our tiny little blog, read a post and automatically know it was written about him. Seriously, what are the odds of that happening? A million to one? A billion? You tell me, I’m not a maths student. I’m barely a psychology student. So, keeping this in mind, what happened on Monday and Tuesday was pretty creepy.
In the letter I complained that he never came to the Tuesday morning lecture, so of course you can guess what happened on Tuesday. Yep, you got it in one! He came in on time! It was such a shock I thought I was seeing things, which would have been entirely possible, maybe even probable, as it was early and I was beyond tired. Whatever beyond tired is. In the post I also moaned that he never turned up to lectures on time, and then the very next day, Monday, he turned up on time. And again on Tuesday morning and afternoon! I honestly thought I was going to explode from excitement and happiness. He missed the last lecture, but that’s ok because everyone has to take baby steps towards a goal, even the wonderful Lakes. For example, Kathleen feels a sense of accomplishment when she thinks about ordering books to study. Go figure. Besides, it was so boring that even Emily and I skipped the last hour to do some spontaneous shopping in Oxford Street. Much more my scene! She even bought me some pink Guava tea light candles to help me through my candle phase. And, people, let me share with you the pièce de résistance, something that was so shocking it probably warrants its own mini post on the blog, but I’m too lazy for that. On Tuesday, when CG walked into the lecture room, the Lakes were already seated 3 rows from the back. CG usually always sits in the back row, alone, like a ghost. This particular lecture, however, he walked in, went to the back row, walked across and down the other side to our row, where he proceeded to take a seat 2 seats away from yours truly. If seeing him in the lecture was a shock, then I don’t even think I have words to adequately describe what I was feeling then. I think it’s safe to say that the rest of the lecture was a complete write-off, as I spent most of the two hours resisting the temptation to turn around and stare at him (not in a bad way!). I think it was a write-off for him too, because he didn’t actually make any notes, or even have paper out so he could fool himself into believing he was doing something (who would do a thing like that I wonder?). He arrived late to the lecture today, but that’s ok, because Emily now has bigger plans for him. I promise to keep you updated!
Love, Lalita xxx
If you read our blogs regularly (doubtful, but we can dream) you will see that on Sunday just gone, the 27th February, I wrote a post entitled ‘An Open Letter to CG’, which is located in our other blog ‘Letters from the Lakes’. It was a very detailed, and in retrospect quite spiteful, rant about a certain CG. I feel bad about it now (despite reassurances from a certain, rather more vicious Lake) but it had to come out, for my sanity’s sake. I had to let the world know about the frustration I was feeling inside before I exploded. So now it’s out there. I do realise that this is the internet, that anyone in the world can read what we post. Seeing as we’ve only had about 500 views in the last year however, it seems pretty unlikely that someone we don’t know (CG) would stumble across our tiny little blog, read a post and automatically know it was written about him. Seriously, what are the odds of that happening? A million to one? A billion? You tell me, I’m not a maths student. I’m barely a psychology student. So, keeping this in mind, what happened on Monday and Tuesday was pretty creepy.
In the letter I complained that he never came to the Tuesday morning lecture, so of course you can guess what happened on Tuesday. Yep, you got it in one! He came in on time! It was such a shock I thought I was seeing things, which would have been entirely possible, maybe even probable, as it was early and I was beyond tired. Whatever beyond tired is. In the post I also moaned that he never turned up to lectures on time, and then the very next day, Monday, he turned up on time. And again on Tuesday morning and afternoon! I honestly thought I was going to explode from excitement and happiness. He missed the last lecture, but that’s ok because everyone has to take baby steps towards a goal, even the wonderful Lakes. For example, Kathleen feels a sense of accomplishment when she thinks about ordering books to study. Go figure. Besides, it was so boring that even Emily and I skipped the last hour to do some spontaneous shopping in Oxford Street. Much more my scene! She even bought me some pink Guava tea light candles to help me through my candle phase. And, people, let me share with you the pièce de résistance, something that was so shocking it probably warrants its own mini post on the blog, but I’m too lazy for that. On Tuesday, when CG walked into the lecture room, the Lakes were already seated 3 rows from the back. CG usually always sits in the back row, alone, like a ghost. This particular lecture, however, he walked in, went to the back row, walked across and down the other side to our row, where he proceeded to take a seat 2 seats away from yours truly. If seeing him in the lecture was a shock, then I don’t even think I have words to adequately describe what I was feeling then. I think it’s safe to say that the rest of the lecture was a complete write-off, as I spent most of the two hours resisting the temptation to turn around and stare at him (not in a bad way!). I think it was a write-off for him too, because he didn’t actually make any notes, or even have paper out so he could fool himself into believing he was doing something (who would do a thing like that I wonder?). He arrived late to the lecture today, but that’s ok, because Emily now has bigger plans for him. I promise to keep you updated!
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.” -Albert Einstein
Love, Lalita xxx
Thursday, 24 February 2011
When I Get you Alone- Anatomy of a song
And Amanda said with the weirdest expressions " Don't say that, there are people around ", not that I was saying it to her. Before anyone starts having wrong thoughts, I shall reveal that this a is a line from a song called "When I get you alone" by Robin Thicke. I, however heard it first on the all-famous Glee. Anyone who knows me would know that I love, love , love Glee ! I have previously managed to convert Amanda and Lalita to Glee-ism, Kathleen however is resistant. She will soon come around, I believe that. Anyway, the awesomeness of Glee cannot be explained in an entry that include another topic so I'll just go ahead and unravel the dilemma of " Anatomy of a song"
I was walking to library ( no this is not the dilemma, It very well could be though) and i was listening to this song for what could be the 20th time (in an hour slot). I still don't understand how I could have missed the words. Anyway, I was walking over the bridge (Flashbulb memory !! ?? ) when I kinda paid attention to the words other than "When i get you alone" and they go something like this
Baby girl, where you at?
Got no strings, got men attached
Can't stop that feelin' for long no
You makin' dogs wanna beg
But they make you feel right at home, now
If you pay attention to the words highlighted in a mustard-y colour, you might find your self as flabbergasted as I found my self to be. Now I am not very familiar with most of the English slang words ( and I wouldn't like to be) but I am sure the word "dog" implies " the domesticated form of grey wolf, as both feral and pet varieties" ( Cited in Wikipedia )? Unless its "Dawg" which I have only heard from Randy Jackson on American idol, which by the way I should add , goes over my head. What does it mean?? like "dawg as in you are cool" or "dawg as in you are my pet". Mysteries!!!!!
OK, so back to the lyrics, If someone sang that to me (and hopefully I would have understood the lyrics the first time ) I would have slapped them because I would be insulted. Why would dogs beg to cling to someones legs??. I definitely don't want to know what's going on in that dog's mind. Freud, however would be full of answers (too bad he is not alive to answer) And the most important question of all, How do dogs "clinging" to her legs make her "feel right at home". I have to be missing something.
Another verse goes something like this
Baby girl you da shit
That makes you my equivalent
What !!!! that doesn't even make any sense. "you da shit" ????, i seearched for the word "da" thinking maybe its one of those words that is unknown to me but I came up with a lot things that cannot be substituted in this sentence like:
" Baby girl you just shhhh
That makes you my equivalent"
As in that he is speechless by her beauty and if she keeps quite as well, that would make her his equivalent ???. Clearly I was wrong and I know it now.
I could be mistaken in to thinking that he like this girl, he could actually be trying to insult her or something. I am very disappointed actually, i think they don't make meaningful songs anymore, or maybe they do and I just don't understand it.
If you have more knowledge on this topic than I have, then feel free to comment and let me know if:
a. I am an idiot, this is SO not what the lyrics mean
b. Am I seriously telling you that I have just heard this song?
c. I actually make a good point
d. Glee is super cool and I am super cool to watch it
Please be nice :) But hey, I still love the song. The music is too cool and it makes me want to dance. And most importantly The Warblers sang it (In Glee).
So I pray to something she aint bluffin',
Rubbin' up on me
Well does she want me to make a vow?
Well does she want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?
When I get you alone
The Dazed and Confused
Emily xxx
P.s I can so picture CG singing this song, he has this (very debatable) attitude problem which would totally go with the lyrics
I was walking to library ( no this is not the dilemma, It very well could be though) and i was listening to this song for what could be the 20th time (in an hour slot). I still don't understand how I could have missed the words. Anyway, I was walking over the bridge (Flashbulb memory !! ?? ) when I kinda paid attention to the words other than "When i get you alone" and they go something like this
Baby girl, where you at?
Got no strings, got men attached
Can't stop that feelin' for long no
You makin' dogs wanna beg
Breaking them off your fancy legs
But they make you feel right at home, now
If you pay attention to the words highlighted in a mustard-y colour, you might find your self as flabbergasted as I found my self to be. Now I am not very familiar with most of the English slang words ( and I wouldn't like to be) but I am sure the word "dog" implies " the domesticated form of grey wolf, as both feral and pet varieties" ( Cited in Wikipedia )? Unless its "Dawg" which I have only heard from Randy Jackson on American idol, which by the way I should add , goes over my head. What does it mean?? like "dawg as in you are cool" or "dawg as in you are my pet". Mysteries!!!!!
OK, so back to the lyrics, If someone sang that to me (and hopefully I would have understood the lyrics the first time ) I would have slapped them because I would be insulted. Why would dogs beg to cling to someones legs??. I definitely don't want to know what's going on in that dog's mind. Freud, however would be full of answers (too bad he is not alive to answer) And the most important question of all, How do dogs "clinging" to her legs make her "feel right at home". I have to be missing something.
Another verse goes something like this
Baby girl you da shit
That makes you my equivalent
What !!!! that doesn't even make any sense. "you da shit" ????, i seearched for the word "da" thinking maybe its one of those words that is unknown to me but I came up with a lot things that cannot be substituted in this sentence like:
- Dark ages
- Department of agriculture
- Da! a russian youth mocement :S
" Baby girl you just shhhh
That makes you my equivalent"
As in that he is speechless by her beauty and if she keeps quite as well, that would make her his equivalent ???. Clearly I was wrong and I know it now.
I could be mistaken in to thinking that he like this girl, he could actually be trying to insult her or something. I am very disappointed actually, i think they don't make meaningful songs anymore, or maybe they do and I just don't understand it.
If you have more knowledge on this topic than I have, then feel free to comment and let me know if:
a. I am an idiot, this is SO not what the lyrics mean
b. Am I seriously telling you that I have just heard this song?
c. I actually make a good point
d. Glee is super cool and I am super cool to watch it
Please be nice :) But hey, I still love the song. The music is too cool and it makes me want to dance. And most importantly The Warblers sang it (In Glee).
So I pray to something she aint bluffin',
Rubbin' up on me
Well does she want me to make a vow?
Well does she want me to make it now?
On my house, on my job
On my loot, shoes, my voice,
My crew, my mind, my father's last name?
When I get you alone
The Dazed and Confused
Emily xxx
P.s I can so picture CG singing this song, he has this (very debatable) attitude problem which would totally go with the lyrics
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