Thursday, June 30, 2011
Time is ticking away and I am meant to pack everything up and be ready to move into my new house. Like I said, meant to be.
It's not that I haven't done anything. Since Monday, I have cleared most of my shelves, my cupboard and had countless to-keep-to-throw-or-maybe piles to make. I even had some happy little working songs to get me feeling calm and motivated.
Strangely enough, my room is in not in a heap of mess, but that state of mind might be temporary.
Not strangely enough, I am again back on my Dr Who marathon after taking several weeks off it. Which is keeping me calm but certainly not helping with the packing.
Of course, seeing as the day is getting closer, I will have to start shifting the posters and decorations soon. Without the little things that shape its character, the room is just a demanding space of austerity that takes over you if you don't take over them.
I can't even imagine it being empty and ready for the next person to dissolve the very memory of its previous resident. That being said, I probably did that to my predecessor.
And all of a sudden, another year is gone. And our fingerprints are fading slowly, steadily but surely.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Thursday, June 23, 2011
|Robin Hood's Lair|
|Nottingham Castle Entrance|
|With a lovely park/garden inside|
|Reminds me of the garden scene in 'The Sound of Music'|
|Red Riding Hood|
|Three-tier cake stand|
I'll be back in Nottingham another time; I'm sure of that. Hopefully I'll get to go for the Cave Tours the next time!
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
|UNESCO City of Literature|
Speaking of literature in Scotland, Rachel and I were interested in the Writer's Museum. Erwan decided to pay a visit to the Surgeon's Museum. Although eventually the Surgeon's Museum turned out to have later opening hours than expected, Rachel and I had a great time at our side.
|In the little path...|
|The Writer's Museum|
It's scary to think that people could be sentenced to death in the 16th century (by the gallows or guillotine) with only one accusation with no need for solid proof. According to what we were told, during a time of political and religious weakening, paranoia emerged followed by ridiculous Acts such as the burning of 'witches' (which then anyone could be sentenced for-if you look different, act different, or is simply disliked by someone else), the torture for a 'confession' and back then homelessness was also a crime (hence they were forced into the Underground). Let's not mention the body-snatchers, Burke and Hare, who dug up fresh graves and harvested bodies for the medical schools. The tour was spooky, definitely, but fun nonetheless.
|The Edinburgh Dungeon|
Also, we went for another night tour. However, since I've mentioned quite a lot of information on it earlier on, I'll leave it at that and say that overall it was fantastic.
Since Erwan has already been to the Castle, Rachel and I decided that it's time to see the most prominent landmark of Edinburgh. The entrance fees were quite hefty though, so we didn't go in. Maybe another time when I can go back. Yes, I believe I will go back.
|Closer view of Castle|
|The sky is a canvas|
Saturday, June 18, 2011
This summer I had my first taste of S'more, which was introduced to us by Amanda. S'mores, if you've not of it before, is a campfire treat that people have in America and Canada. Basically it looks like a sandwich catered for anyone with a sweet tooth.
So to prepare it, first of all we need a fire. Don't worry, there were no bonfires. We had a mini disposable BBQ grill, which we lighted up properly.
Then we had to collect sticks, which would be whittled so that a marshmallow can be placed at one end. Under the flame we must roast the marshmallows, until it becomes slightly brownish or burn like a torch.
The marshmallow, all melted and gooey on the inside, and some pieces of chocolate, go in between two crackers like what you see in the photo. It tastes delicious!
Amanda also said that another campfire 'tradition' is to be interrupted by a nutter. Which did happen, curiously enough. But let's not go there.
Anyway, here's a bit of America for you. Want s'more/some more?
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
|Surprise, surprise...(Also, all are free)|
|The fun side of uni.|
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
(At the moment, while we are able to do most of these "summer-y" events, it was still too chilly to go to the beach. The weather is being extremely temperamental.)
June. A good month where weddings are popular in honour of the Roman goddess of marriage, Juno. Or perhaps so that people had more choices of fashion rather than something just to keep warm.
June. The month many things come newly sprung, cradled by songs of Summer, seasoned and shaped by the warmth of it all.
As is yours truly.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
|Edinburgh here we are!|
Rachel, Erwan and I arrived at Haymarket as our hotel was nearby. For the three nights that we spent there, it cost less than £50 per person for a comfortable room with three beds (Ritz Hotel is about 3.5 stars on average according to websites); we agreed that it was a great bargain.
|Park Overlooking the Castle|
|Teaching them how to make daisy chains|
|Adorable Ice Cream Van|
I would like to taste deep fried Mars Bars one day, though.
Mum: Look, this is like the TARDIS. Remember the TARDIS? (Doctor Who reference)
Son: Are we travelling through time?
Mum: Only pretend time-travelling.
|One of the many lovely museums|
|When you stand in the same room ...|
|...you may be feeling taller...|
|Good one, Albert.|
|Haunted Underground Tour, anyone?|
|Jekyll and Hyde Bar/Restaurant for dinner|
|By the way, R.L. Stevenson is Scottish.|
|Spit in the Heart. No, really.|
But I will. Soon, I hope.