Ok. So like one hour after writing the last post I crashed with my bike against Haran’s. Or viceversa, he crashed with his bike against mine.
And this was just the end of a really weird mensa day.
Here is the story of why it was so weird.
The story begins a couple of weeks ago, when I [...]
Archive for May, 2006
A quiet and scary lunch
Posted in chatter box on May 31, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Some like it hot
Posted in memory sticks on May 31, 2006 | Leave a Comment »
Haran comes from India and he is a photographer.
I’ve never seen a photographer cutting onions that thin and that fast.
I’ve never seen anyone cutting onions that thin and that fast, I’m saying not even my mum or my grandmothers can do something like that. And not even that family friend that’s universally considered a superstar [...]
Fireflies
Posted in memory sticks on May 28, 2006 | 2 Comments »
Thai flat.
I might get lost.
It’s close to the bridge.
I know where the bridge is.
I’ll get lost for sure.
To begin with, pasta. And aubergines, how british. Aubergines are always good.
Then caterpillars fried with blue eggs. Perfect with raicins and minor cereals.
Eat with a glass of red wine.
Trial flat. Thai, I meant Thai flat. It’s trial but [...]
The left behind (part II)
Posted in memory sticks on May 23, 2006 | 1 Comment »
I’m not going to spend too much time saying how much I HATE the fact that people LEAVE Fabrica.
People leave, and arrive, continously.
There’s no beginning of the year, no end of the year.
Just random arrival and departure, which means so many goodbye party you can’t imagine. And hungover, the next day, if you still can’t [...]
