Flight of the Conchords

I think I like cheese. Brie, if you insist.

When you live in your head for as long as I do, you eventually get to that point when you have really random thoughts hopping around in there, like.. err.. wild white kangaroos in a watery Welsh wasteland.

For example.. this theory I had last week that there are three kinds of people in this world. One, the kinds who can walk into a coffee shop and know what to order before looking at the menu. Two, those who spend six minutes and bit to decide,and will eventually take a mocha cappuccino (gee!!) coz the guy behind yelled "get on with it, already!!" And three, those who don't have coffee but are in the shop anyway, coz there s free WiFi to browse the Facebook. Quite despondent. Next thing I d tell you, it s an analogy for life or someting. Tch, such load of crap. What s with man's obsession with coffee anyway? Or life, for that matter.

Other news, I ve started writing my thesis. While still completing the experiments. Which in some way, is the most somber thing that one could indulge in, this summer.. especially when the entire world around you is either on vacation or is not on talking terms with work. Talk about loveless marriages!

And on a completely unrelated note, has anyone heard Ani Difranco? Plucky, intriguing lyrics and really spunky guitar play. Very interesting artiste. Feminist apparently, but well.. I guess no one's perfect. Also, there is this song.. by someone called Rocky Votolato, which makes lil sense, but it is very quirky, and I can't quite stop playing it today. Weird song, but has kept me amused for sometime now.

I ll brb.

FYI

It is very warm here.. very!!