Friday, December 26, 2014

Thursday, December 25, 2014

“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power. Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never to forget.”

― Arundhati Roy, The Cost of Living
Khan Academy

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Aurora Borealis


I'm learning to be kind again.


Category: Beautiful Bordeaux

Monday, December 15, 2014

Only the best of friends can tell you that you're a size 6 for clothes when you've forgotten.
:D

Category:<3>

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Q) Was it worth it?
A) Every bit of it so far.

Category: Beautiful Bordeaux

Sunday, December 07, 2014

My mushroom filled savoury 'crepes' although really yummy, taste an awful lot like chapatis...


Category: Kitchen superstardom

Saturday, December 06, 2014

I've forgotten

What it feels like to just go to bed and read before falling asleep
What it is to sleep without waking up from bad dreams
To wake up and not worry that I'm going to fail



Category: Malaise
Jane Eyre


Category: How we love our period British novels

Friday, December 05, 2014

Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Kitchen Superstardom

Today has just been lovely.
I started off with waking up late, racing to class with Almina (my best friend here) and no breakfast, only to find out that the professor was half an hour late and had forgotten to inform us.
After 6 hours of class, (a breeze for me after being accustomed to working 8 1/2 hours everyday, including Saturday), I decide that it's time to display my culinary prowess in the kitchen...or  what passes for a kitchen in my tiny apartment.
I start off with a simple cabbage only I somehow manage to burn it (I mean, how difficult can it be to cook a cabbage??) and set the smoke alarm off in the mean time.
One would imagine that I'd learned my lesson by then but no... I proceed, in the spirit of Christmas, to make kul kuls for our Christmas party tomorrow. Yes, that's right. As it turns out, the kul kuls that I started out making are nothing close to kul kuls. What they ended up being are bite sized pancakes :/ On the bright side though, they were mistaken for traditional Moroccan AND Russian food and were were gone in sixty seconds at the Christmas party.

Category: Master chef Bordeaux