{ I'd just rather not see. }

[delga]

So last night, whilst talking to The Dad - who, incidentally, runs his own business and yet is unable to open the attachments to his emails - I found out that my family is having a get together on Sunday. A get together! Thaat I cannot attend. Colour me woeful. They're going to Blue Ginger, and everyone will be there. Damn. Alas, I cannot get there, and I also have an essay due on Monday.

Speaking of essays, I also have Modernism due this Friday so I should really get my hind into gear already and, you know, possibly look at the question. This morning was Af. lit. and I really want to read this text because it's so interesting, and is based in Kenya where my parents were born so it has personal relevance. (In fact, I was talking to Dad about what I'm doing in class because he like neutral topics, and I mentioned Things Fall Apart. Turns out my dad studied a little literature at school; he was all, hey, that's Chinua Achebe! and I was all, dude, yes. It was an interesting phone conversation to say the least.) Anyway, I went to sleep around 2.30 last night, managed to sleep all the way through my alarm and woke up at 8.15. 8.15! I leave the house at 8. So I dressed, washed my face/brushed my teeth and pegged it out the door. Here's where my obsessiveness becomes ridiculous because I was still the first one in the room, same as every week. However, that did give me time to write five more Numb3rs drabbles, huzzah. Priorities, flisters, that's what it's all about.

Ha! I also got an email from SK yesterday which was simply hysterical. I think he was drunk when he wrote it. No, seriously. Normally he's fairly sedate but he was completely mocking my argh-no-time style of email-writing. Lots of apologies and references to wine. Good times!

Oh man. Yesterday was Thandie Newton's birthday. I suck at not having remembered. /dork

Anyway, typing up drabbles, getting ready for Modernism, napping omg and watching Torchwood already. (Have yet to see Spooks; please don't spoil me!) Oh! Also, for those on the iTunes kick (which, okay, no-one is, but I like pointing it out), Cabinet is now #1 with 614 plays to its name. Yeah, baby.

Comments

[twincy.livejournal.com]

*grins* Cabinet FTW!

Your parents were born in Kenya? And you're Hindi? Colour me confused.

Anyway, nap well! ♥

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I know, I know! But have you listened to the way the undermelody plays with the vocals? And that bass line? During the verse the undermelody is just chords, and the bass is further up; then you hit the chorus, the bass hums underneath and the undermelody is this amazing repeated riff that jumps between pairs of notes. AND the way the thing's been recorded, the sound travels from one headphone/speaker to the other so that her voice migrates and goes echo-y.

...possibly need to find new song to listen to? (But I love this one so much!)

My family is from India but because of the colonisation of India and various parts of Africa, it meant an Indian passport could get you a visa to other places within the empire. For one reason or another, my dad's family ended up in Kenya, as did my mum's. My dad lived in Kenya until his very late teens; my mum moved to India when she was 2 and the UK when she was 8/9. :)

I wish I was napping. Alas, I got distracted by word counts and drabbles. Sigh.

[twincy.livejournal.com]

I hadn't heard that, no. But then you've probably had more opportunity to pick the song apart. (600 x 4 = 2400 = you've sepnt approx. 40 hours listening to this song. FORTY. You madwoman. ♥)

Oh, wow. That's fascinating. I have a friend who was born in Nigeria because her father worked as a relief worker there at the time. [/not even really related]

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, and so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door-- anyway: yay, drabbles! I should write some more of those. I have another SGA unposted, and hm. I wish I wasn't so paranoid about writing in public, or I'd try writing some on the train later.