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Dec. 15th, 2008 11:10 amSomeone tell the Platypus to shut up. It's not enough that she lives next door and sits next to me at work, but now she has to yammer on and on about nonsense all day, too.
I just had a very satisfactory moment imagining her lips sealed up with cellotape and her hands tied behind her back.
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The temperature dropped suddenly in the past couple of days, and now we're in that stage of New Delhi cold that makes us tropical types cry and want to go home. It's not as though I don't enjoy winter here, I do, the cold and the wind notwithstanding, but it's not the same. The soil is not dark enough and the trees are not green enough (and irritatingly bare in winter) and the sky is a different shade of blue. The sun merely deigns to show up every morning, and while it doesn't burn and kill like it does in summer, it doesn't caress your skin either, like it should in winter. And the worst part is the air, which doesn't smell of holiday and winter and everything that comes with it.
I just had a very satisfactory moment imagining her lips sealed up with cellotape and her hands tied behind her back.
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The temperature dropped suddenly in the past couple of days, and now we're in that stage of New Delhi cold that makes us tropical types cry and want to go home. It's not as though I don't enjoy winter here, I do, the cold and the wind notwithstanding, but it's not the same. The soil is not dark enough and the trees are not green enough (and irritatingly bare in winter) and the sky is a different shade of blue. The sun merely deigns to show up every morning, and while it doesn't burn and kill like it does in summer, it doesn't caress your skin either, like it should in winter. And the worst part is the air, which doesn't smell of holiday and winter and everything that comes with it.
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Date: 2008-12-15 09:36 am (UTC)(it's lovely here -- around 20C and not aiming to go above 25 for the next week. heavenly! ;)
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Date: 2008-12-15 10:24 am (UTC)it's lovely here -- around 20C and not aiming to go above 25 for the next week. heavenly! ;)
Parents report that the weather back home is hovering around similar temperatures. Twelve more days to go...
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Date: 2008-12-15 05:00 pm (UTC)Twelve days to what?
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Date: 2008-12-16 12:02 am (UTC)LOLZ, vindictive. I ♥ you.
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We have snow at home! And I'll probably miss it :( Because I'm still stuck at Uni. You as well, I take it? Freedom is so close!
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Date: 2008-12-16 04:26 am (UTC)I like and don't like the weather. I enjoy the cold in a strange, masochistic way but I miss the pleasant winter back home and everything that comes with it, the sun, the sky, the picnics and the smell of oranges, the sweets...
Twelves days until I go home. Eleven, now. Only for a week, but still.
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Date: 2008-12-16 04:29 am (UTC)She brings out the vindictiveness in me.
I'm stuck at uni, for no good reason except that I have work. Why am I doing this stupid job again? What is the point of working if I can't go home?
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Date: 2008-12-16 06:41 am (UTC)I'm sorry :( That's no fun. Where do you work? Do at least like your job, Platty aside?
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Date: 2008-12-16 06:52 am (UTC)I work for a publishing house. They're a big name publishing house publishing academic books and journals, and the work is mostly enjoyable (even though you have to boggle at the *crap* that is published everyday). I like the idea of having a hand in the shaping of book, you know? The colleagues are mostly a fun bunch, Platty and She Who Must Not Be Named and Blockhead notwithstanding. It's good experience for me, and even if I don't stay here for very long (I do, in fact, have plans to quit in January, and concentrate more on academics), I'll cherish the things I've learnt here.
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Date: 2008-12-16 08:02 am (UTC)Counting down the days with you...
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Date: 2008-12-17 01:46 am (UTC)I feel like I knew that. Somehow. I have a very short memory. FAIL. That's so cool, though! It sounds like a wonderful job. ♥