02:11 BST
Colourful Box, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Up late. Swimming. Weak 12 lengths because my scrunchie became loose and fell off. Hate untied hair while swimming. Walked back home. Had leftover dinner for brunch and watched Frasier. Niles is such a sweet boyfriend to Daphne. He loves her. And works everything out keeping focus of love clear in his head. Wish there were more people like him. Talked to mum and sis. Evening shift at the restaurant. Not crazy busy, thanks to floods. Home. Flatmate came and asked me to come out for his friend's birthday. Went with him. Crazy lounge with live music very creatively called Live Lounge. Where the shittiest beer is a pound a pint. Music is average. Guys in their Movember mode. Girls...just girls. A good laugh, hanging about. Now home. About to collapse. Sorrie for the shitty write. Goodnight.

01:06BST
The Colourful Box, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

The most pointless day of the week. Today. Today should be rewound to a sunny day. Rain poured and poured like papa's worries about his stubborn daughters' would if it found the right vent. Or leak. Stupid rain. Stupid stupid rain. Got up late. Walked to swimming pool in the rainy delights of doom. Realised upon reaching, there is no fucking lane free. Because the fucking kids have taken over the space for their fucking activities. I fucked them off in my head. Walked the delightfully dreary walk back home. Ate ALL of the tori chahan in ONE go! Naughty. Surfed the stuttering internet till it was time for the shift. My shoes and the lower half of th emy trousers were completely soaked by the time I reached the restaurant. Shoes squelched on the floor. Eeek. Restaurant was busy. The whole world seemed to want to come to us after the big rugby match. Bahah. Got two strangers to sit together (adjacent to each other). Girl and boy. Of similar looking age and same regions of parentage. Unintentional move. Boy and girl started talking. Waitresses started nudging and grinning. Boy and girl continued to talk while eating. THAT is awesome. NOBODY talks while they eat OUR food. I LOVE my restaurant food. (red ink) Boy and girl exchange numbers and each other on Face-fucking-book before leaving. Yay! Waitresses to hi-five in their heads. Such moves are considered inappropriate in such waitressy settings. It contiued to stay busy till 10:30pm. It continued to rain till the very end of the shift. I dreaded the walk back home. I wanted to go home in a bubble. Float inside it, warm and dry, while it was pitter-patter all around me. How wonderful-a-feeling! Instead, I reached home completely drenched and cold, embracing pnemonia with open arms.  Ski-socks and Spaced and awesome flatmate and flatmate's friends and a few drags of tweeds - it was all ok. Flatmate's awesome friend cracked a supremely funny joke proving that the British have the BEST sense of humor. They were funny because they had to be funny. No other choice? How else do you survive day-after-day of this dull grey weather! Rhod Gilbert, a Welsh comedian cracked the best joke about rain I have heard in my whole life and flatmate's awesome friend did a great impersonation of it. As a child, I had never heard of summer in Wales. I was eight years old when I first took off my raincoat. I thought it was a part of my skin!
Goodnight.

01:28BST
big room with big bay window, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Still Friday. No swimming. Went for a wimpy run instead. Shift at restaurant. One of the customers pointedly asked us the system of tips. Do the tips go to you guys and you take them home the same day? It is very important to me that I understand how this thing works. You guys are great at your job. I want to reward you. If the tips don't go to you, I don't see the point of giving any.

Of course they come to us, sir. We work for it. To understand our story more, please read this wonderful old joke from communist times.

A guy was sent from East Germany to work in Siberia. He knew his mail would be read by censors, so he told his friends: “Let’s establish a code. If a letter you get from me is written in blue ink, it is true what I say. If it is written in red ink, it is false.” After a month, his friends get the first letter. Everything is in blue. It says, this letter: “Everything is wonderful here. Stores are full of good food. Movie theatres show good films from the west. Apartments are large and luxurious. The only thing you cannot buy is red ink.”
source: http://www.imposemagazine.com/bytes/slavoj-zizek-at-occupy-wall-street-transcript

We miss the red ink sir. Could you give that to us please? Along with a tip?

15:36 BST
IT lab, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up late. No swimming. Was really angry at self. Plumber came around 10am. George the jolly plumber-by-day and DJ-by-night. I got dressed and left for uni. Attended a lecture by a former FT columnist. A generic talk about the do's and dont's at the start of a journalistic career. Don't be choosy, don't say no to seemingly uninteresting offers. Be curious, be friendly, keep eyes and ears open. Plus a whole lot of talk about his own career swerves, and how he is currently troubled with a potential column on James Bond of the 21st century. Engaging talk, albeit a little dull. Nothing obviously useful said. 1pm and I was famished. Met waitress friend at the student union's Taff, and ordered a veggie brekkie. Toast + mushrooms+egg+beans+veggie sausage. Not that yum but filling. A random afro group came into the pub with a number of accoustic intrsuments and started playing! Everyone had to raise their decibels considerably to get themselves heard above the musical din. But it was a great change of atmosphere. Came back to library and have been fooling around for over an hour. A friend sent an email accusing me of breaking off without talking. I sent back a 'wtf??' then realised he probably thought I had deleted him from Facebook. Which I haven't. I merely deactivated my account. Yes. Did I tell you that? I deactivated from Facebook! Its been two days. I feel like I have lost a limb. The reflex of typing in facebook everytime I log onto the internet needs to be curbed. Control control. All for the good. It isn't that bad yet, because the company I keep isn't too Facebook friendly. Okay you cheered me up. I'm going to go home now. Then swimming. Then home. Then shift. Then home. Then sleep. Whee.

21:01BST
big room with big bay window, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK

Nope. Tomorrow never came. It is here now, a whole week late. I'm sorrie bloggie. I have been too lazy of late. A run down of all that happened between last Friday and today, FYEO.

Friday (afternoon)
Nov 16, 2012
After bidding you farewell, I left for London. A tiresome four hours later, I was at Southbank. The weather was just right for a perfect festive setting. Christmas market, delicious food stalls, live music, river Thames flowing by, a mildly cold breeze. I got lost in the atmosphere. Had a chicken harrissa wrap, a chimney cake (a Hungarian cake made of sugar coated strip of dough which is wrapped around a flour roller and placed in the oven for six minutes, taken out warm and brown and coated with cinnamon! (or any flavour of choice)) and a glass of Grenache (organic red wine). Yum. Met friend, went to friend's home, slept happily.

Saturday
Nov 17, 2012
Up late. Phone with ma. Shower. Lunch with at an Italian restaurant close to friend's place. Not so nice salmon and cream cheese and avocado panini and a very nice Americano pizza topped up with an espresso. I was UP. Camden town! One of my favourite areas of London. Full of colour, music, weird people and weird stalls. Roamed about. Met more friends later in the evening. Went pub-bar-hopping. I have lost my ability to drink alcohol. Its not even nice! Went to a pub where Amy Winehouse used to work as a waitress. The walls were packed with her pictures. I'm sure no one gave a penny's worth of attention to her while she worked there. The walls in the toilet had Amy-tribute scratches all over. My favourite 'I came. I pissed. I left'

Sunday
Nov 18, 2012
Another lazy day. Lunch at a beautiful little mediterranean cafe in Wimbledon Village. Melt-in-your-mouth chicken and lamb in a spicy marinade. The falafel was slightly dry. The stuffed vine leaves were SOUR. Spent night at auntie-friend's. Spent an hour explaining to her what I plan to do and why I plan to do whatever I plan to do career-wise. She asked me to stop swinging like a pendulum and try to move upwards. To heaven.

Monday
Nov 19, 2012
Tiresome journey to Cardiff. Swimming, relief. Walk back from Cardiff Market. Looked for a drainpipe cleaner. Our washing machine doesn't work and the kitchen sink gets blocked. The common pipe is clogged with sediments. I went to the tool-shed asked for one. The stall-owner said I was the second person asking for a drainpipe cleaner that day. I explained the washing machine problem. The stall-owner said I was the SECOND person with the SAME problem that day! I asked him to describe the first person. Twas my flatmate. What are the odds!? Such a small city. Love living here :D No drainpipe cleaner, got a curtain wire instead. Bought feta stuffed olives. Walked home and helped (watched mostly) clean the blocked pipe with the curtain wire. Still it stayed blocked. Ordered in Domino's pizza. I love Dominos when I'm hungry. Watched Spaced. Fun fun funniee. Drags of tweeds. Sleep sweet sleep.

Tuesday
Nov 20, 2012
Up late. Decided to go swimming. Got up. Decided against it. Back to sleep. Up finally. Decided not to go to uni. Made brunch. Ate brunch. Went to watch The Master. Boring. Walked about in Cardiff Market. Recognised old man sipping cappucino at the coffee stall as one of the people in the cinema. Rather, he recognised me. 'The Master?' oh yes! 'You got boyfriendo?' not here. 'Have a seat! Would you like a coffee!?' no thanks (smile). Leave. Bought a big fat down-feathered red coat. Its RED. That is all. Home. Oreos. Tweeds. Sleep.

Wednesday
Nov 21,2012
Up late again. Uni. Home. Met flatmate's parents. Nice and warm and jolly. They were trying to fix the drainpipe. Plumber needed. Stretches and weights at home. Surfed the net. Wanked. Sleep.

Thursday, Nov 22 (today)
23:36BST
Up early. Swimming! 20 lengths!! More more and more tomorrow. Uni. Beautiful lecture on diversity in foreign news reporting. Rejevunates my interest in research. Will do will do will doo. Gotta use all that faith I got left in meee. Awful walk in the rain to bid farewell to the amazing waitress friend. Hope she figures out what she wants, and goes for it. You're a tough soul missy. Follow your heart, and all will be right. Eventually. I'll miss you. Now home. Typing it all.

13:34 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

And tomorrow comes four days too late. Sorrie my lovely bloggie, I have been busy wankin' away to go glory. Among other things. It's been quite an eventful four days. Will do a quick recollection of major events of the day. Boring, but essential. That is the purpose of your existence, to be my diary of records! Don't fuss.

Monday (evening)
Nov 12, 2012
After the last post at 18:40 BST, self came home and chatted with flatmate and his friends. At about 10pm, self walked to the japanese restaurant where self works as a waitress. One of the chefs had his leaving do, and there was loads of delicious food for the party! Oyesters and shrimps in a sweet red curry made of red pepper, tomato, onion and garlic. Malaysian chicken and potato in a spicy curry made of Indian spices and lemongrass. Crispy ducks on tiny pancakes. Somebody should have a leaving do every other day at this place. They never make such fab food!

Tuesday
Nov 13, 2012
Happie belated Diwali lovely bloggie! You are my only friend in need and in deed. You light up the loneliest moments of my existence with your quirks and expressions. And it is comforting to know that there is no way that you can hurt me. Unless blogspot decides to get rid of all my records. Eesh I hope that never happens :/ Today was spent swimming (16 strong laps! wowsers) + talking to family + breakfast with awesome waitress friend + uni work+ desperate hunt for tea candles (sold-out in every store!) + finally finding some sandalwood scented ones + lighting up the flat + watching Stranger Than Fiction (again) and I <3 Huckabees (brilliantly funny film!) + eating spicy pseudo Indian food with flatmate + drags of tweeds. Day well spent :)

Wednesday
Nov 14, 2012
No swimming today. Because it was 'that' time of the month. The dreaded, painful, awful time when life equals death and movement equals pain. With a lot of effort, went to uni. It was one of those days when everything feels wrong. Eyes were giving me cold looks, mouths were talking to me in a curt abrupt manner. Till about 1pm, existential questions kept interrupting the normal flow of pointless thoughts in the mind. Had final meeting with professors. They seemed happy with my research. Will get my paycheck next week. And am also been given the freedom to attend any lecture I want! Life got better instantly :) Lectures are awesome, if paid attention to. I never paid much attention to my lectures during the formal course of my study. I was too busy thinking of assignments and the job after study and all the pointless people in my life. Thinking in the future or of other things. Not living the present. Was a mistake. Trying to rectify it, and tremendously grateful for having the opportunity to do the same. Shift in the evening. Could hardly move.

Thursday
Nov 15, 2012
No swimming. Deathly pain still. A lecture and a presentation. Presentation was given by a financial agency representative, talking about their training program. The lady had an uncanny resemblance to my previous boss. A lot of vigour and enthusiasm but too much emphasis on 'we have a reputation'. Seemed too desperate to prove that they are awesome. Boss was much more eloquent, genuine and elegant. Hence more credible. Lecture was taken by an awesome journalist now senior lecturer at the uni. It was on conventions of confidentiality in journalism. Explained why not naming sources devalued the report. But in circumstances where source must not be named, how that pact of not-telling-names is supremely important and must be honoured at all costs, and how the source should be described in a way that ensures it is reliable. Enjoyed thorougly. Came home watched St. Trinians' (again) and called it an early night.

Friday (today)
14:17 BST
No swimming again. Bad bad bad. Packed bag for Londondon, where self will be spending th eweekend catching up with friends. Walked to Bute, attended an interesting lecture by a guy who's been comms person for almost every important titles in the country - Queen, PM, corporate (telecoms) and now banks. Reputation management was the topic. It was interesting. That is all.

Now, self shall take your leave, and rush to the bus station to catch the 3pm for Londondon! Till we meet again, tomorrow (hopefully)

18:40 BST
IT Room, Bute
Cardiff, UK

Up at 5:45am!! Snoozed till 9:/ Feeling loserish, got dressed and stepped out of the apartment building, only to be greeted by cold prickly raindrops and a finger-biting breeze. All the ingredients for a foul mood, in perfect consistency. Walked to library, got hold of Cloud Atlas finally. Had been hunting for it for ages. It turned out to be remarkably massive. Hard-back and about 600-odd pages in big font. Too much shelve space consumed. Walked to uni cafe and breakfasted on a big onion-cheese omlette with friend. Feeling sane, walked to Bute. Sat at computer, fervently waiting for the required emails. None came:/ Read up on the BBC crisis, which seems to be escalating out of control. Anyone looking for strange, non-sensical stories - look no further than your newspaper. Anyone looking for stable and meaningful stories, come over to the fictional side of life. Fact is stranger, and much more apalling, than fiction. Looked up some books. Gotta read more Orwell. Just gotta. The man speaks my heart. Did you know, agenda is defined as a list of things one has to think about and/or act upon. Like a to-do list of the day, it is a to-think list of the day. Did you know, some power-obsessed souls like to decide the agenda of individuals on a day-to-day basis? They like to decide the things that people should think about. And they succeed, thanks to the all-pervasive media. Wicked, isn't it? Yes. It's wicked alright.

OK. Tired now. Till we meet again, tomorrow.