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

Déjà vu all over again

So this must be one of the weirdest things to write about but it was about to happen again, so i thought it must be worth mentioning. I admit i am the sane one out of the Lake family but i have often found myself in bizarre situation and a total wipe out of memory of how i got there, may be it has got something to do with the flaming scarlet cheeks distracting my attention and the fact that how i should get out of the situation without anyone noticing. trust me it has happened a lot of times, like the time I asked CG's name telling him its a part of a dare or the time when a guy was talking about shaving and he thought i was thinking about . .  (ewww too painful memory) and i didn't even know him (HUH). Or the time i found myself in men's toilet. Yes you heard me correct ! aah why am i even discussing this! its good that you don't know who I am. LOL.

Well it was an ordinary summer . .  wait winter . . or was it summer, i don't remember and who cares anyway its not like the weather effected my mental status or anything (well you can never be sure), anyway it was a day for sure. and the others left me behind  for some reason. Oh when i started wearing heels last year my walking pace kinda slowed down to crawling pace, or may be everyone else just walked really fast. but you should see my now, i can run while walking (is that even possible) well you should walk with me and before you know it you'll either be panting or begging me to stop, anyway back to the point (Gosh i get distracted so quickly )
So i was walking to find the others when i thought i should have a quick bathroom break. Now i don't actually remember what my creative mind was going through at that very moment because i don't remember the time between making my decision and actually going to the bathroom. when i get there it smelt bad OH My GOD !!! it was so bad that i  haven't even closed the door yet and i was dying or just fainting and i thank the GOD ALMIGHTY that i didn't close the door and instead decided that going was not that important. .  because the moment i stepped out that stupid man figure was staring at me from the door, and then i blacked out ! i only remember feeling hot as hell and running like a mad person .
 What got into me?, what actually happened? ! aaah  . I promised myself never to speak of it again and repress the memory completely until today when the same thing was about to happen again ! thank god this time i didn't just barge in and actually look at the door first. but what I am even more glad about is that the first time, there weren't actually guys in the toilet because that would  have been humiliating to such an extent that i would have considered suicide.

OH MY GOD I CANT BELIEVE I ACTUALLY TOLD EVERYTHING, so i think I'll press that publish button before i change my mind and never read this again

Much love

Emm xx

May you never see the days I have seen ( or the places) [God what if i walked in to a urinator ?]