I planned to stay in on Sunday but the sun was beckoning me out. Chinatown and Leceister Sq was packed. It was a headache moving through the crowds. In the end, we couldnt even be bothered to stay for the fireworks, which I heard turned out to be quite tame.
My friend just got a job with Krispy Kreme in Selfridges. She had her induction at the KK in Harrods today (yes, they do sell donuts at this classy high societal British institution...well, its probably the only thing I can afford. But isn't it ironic they even have KK in Harrods as well as Starbucks? it kind of goes against the whole image of Harrods as a British icon). She just returned bringing back two boxes of donuts: the original glazed and assorted. I just downed two donuts and my stomach is feeling quesy. They are the first KK I had in London even though there is a store just opposite me. I attribute it to the fact that they are readily available in Sydney, while on the other hand, Ben & Jerry aren't. Speaking of Ben & Jerry, Im close to achieving my goal for this term - to try all the flavours. I had the Caramel Chew recently, which in my opinion isnt so praise worthy. Ive yet to try the highly raved Half-Baked Cookie Dough. You know, I think my life would be quite settled if I have a friend working in Ben & Jerry and in Thorntons (chocolate shop, well a British franchise).
Plans for this week:
Up in the air is a possible theatre trip to watch a matinee show of Edward Scissorhands on Thursday and afternoon tea at Sketch Parlour, which I have been dying to go for months now!
Editing in the name of procrastination:
A photo of Candice, my partner-in-crime in motherland India, and her man in Florida. I miss her. We shared some unforgettable, unreal, tear-shedding, memorable moments together. Some funny memories involved losing each other in a mall in Bangalore and using the department store PA-system to find each other, wandering on the streets of Madras at 5am in the morning looking for a street name, spending numerous 7+ hours arse-aching bus rides, combining our remedial classes together when we ran out of ideas, our shared dislike for chutney. Then there were those intense moments we shared as we faced the post-tsunami devestation together, hours of sorting of clothes and distributing food, falling asleep in each others arms from exhaustion on new years eve, never making the count-down.
I was originally going to exchange to Canada and we had made plans to meet up in Toronto and plan a trip to Nova Scotia (where her family home is), but alas, I ended up going to London. Who knows when I am going to see this lady again. One reunion I can bet on is attending her wedding in Bangalore some few years down the track :P miss you, hon!
Further down the memory lane..
