Ex

I'm the ex.

Thanks for the reminder. 

Before this moment.

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So, there was a Volvo and four friend-of-a-friends...

Sometimes silence is golden. After a wonderful night of pizza and a painted view of the Mediteranean, this morning lying in bed, I do not feel the need for music. It is as it is.

There haven't been many moments in my life were I've felt invincible... but somehow driving around in an old volvo blasting a friend-of-a-friend's ipod on shuffle on roads that are normally jammed packed in peak hour but were abandoned at 9pm... i felt it. From Regina Specktor to Michael Jackson covering the Beatles- the beauty of shuffle had never been so apparent.

So now as I lay here, with my dog 'shrewn' across my legs, with recollections of bad italian accents, cheesecake, a particular English accent, quirky shoes and non-existent long blacks- silence is golden. Because it allows a little of the past seep into moments of the present- living twice!.

Laura Marling - Devil's Spoke Official Video

This song... was like everything was a dream..!

Tea time

And so, in times as such as these, I tend to fall back to 'the blog'. Oh, and who can forget the angsty music to go in conjunction with this mood? Such a cliche. But it works for an emotional outlet. :)

I do realise that the smiley face that I just did does contradict the 'angst' of the moment, but I shall leave it there. Smiley faces will change the world one day.

So, my insight into this situation- I think I'll refer myelf to a previous blog. About shutting doors. And keeping them closed. Locked even. It's just a surprise when they swing open unexpectently...

Moments like these deserve a cup of tea or coffee. And that is what I shall do!

Shadows

As we all do, or I hope we all do, I googled my name. Apart from being a famous women's cricket player, I found an article that I wrote in 2008 for my old high school. Oh, the memories!