words words words

tell me, which girl would not be at least a bit enticed by a guy who declares that he would buy a castle, for her. go ahead, i say, i really wouldnt say no to one.
when one is going through silly memories such as these, its only natural that she has a grin on her face, and i suppose she cant really blame the guy sitting opposite her on the tram for thinking she was smiling at him, and therefore beaming back at her with obscene happiness (which she chose to not notice) and thereafter coming over and trying to chat her up. oh boy. 10am is wayy too early for flirting!
now if i had a castle. i will put crocodiles in my moat and dragons in my dungeons. muah ha ha. though i shall not sleep in the highest tower, think of all the stairs! and ooh yes i will throw a ball (does one throw a ball? like one throws a party?) and everyone will have a wonderful time, make no mistake about it.

time with its wicked illusions

-of course i want my cake and eat it too!
but this is not the cake i ordered!

its been a topsy-turvy, upside-down back to front sort of week. a sort of week that absolutely crawls by, the finally arrival of friday has (almost) lost all of its meaning, i had stopped looking forward to it, it was as though it would never come. i am very stuck in this week. its the sort of week where Heath Ledger dies, where Société Générale makes a loss of 7 Billion, there's crisis, amidst absolutely joyful news of Meera coming to visit in april!yay yay yay. though there's annoyance & strife, there's 4 hour phone calls with surprising requests, oh boy. there is definite obsession and over-thinking. there's discovering the pope owns an ipod. the temperature decides to plunge, the markets are unstable, boyfriends are reluctant to kiss their girlfriends! a week where i dont know how i feel, and i am troubled by my lack of seemly righteous moral indignation. a week to draw parallels, and come to the realisation i am going down the same path, i am older yet none the wiser. so where does that make me? of too much chocolates, too much inertia, too much angst and fright, but way, way too many cake jokes but not enough cake! ha.
but it all ends well, there's hot chocolate with Franzi on this lovely sunshine filled cold day, there's Shepherd's Pie at Helen's , and there's the boy with the leather jacket wearing his gorgeous smile.