Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts
Showing posts with label DIY. Show all posts
Monday, October 17, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Steps to an "easy comfort food" sandwich
Things you need: Sandwich spread, bread, jalapenos, cheese slice, sausages, olives and any leftover thats good to go.
1. Take two slices of bread and toast them till brown
2. Fry sausages again till brown
3. Spread some sandwich spread on the bread (thats sounds nice when read quickly btw)
4. lay out cheese slices
5. Throw in the jalapenos and olives
EAT
(Tip: I used two different kinda spreads, just to spice things up)
1. Take two slices of bread and toast them till brown
2. Fry sausages again till brown
3. Spread some sandwich spread on the bread (thats sounds nice when read quickly btw)
4. lay out cheese slices
5. Throw in the jalapenos and olives
EAT
(Tip: I used two different kinda spreads, just to spice things up)
Saturday, August 13, 2011
We are 5
5. Seems insignificant when read like that no? but when you add years next to the number its almost like a lifetime, a dogs lifetime I mean. Thats how long its been with this blog.
:)
:)
Friday, March 04, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The mirror is back
I finally had what I was looking for a long time, some solitude. It was well timed, my parents trip to Bombay and granma getting better so that she was fit to travel. I declined the invitation of traveling with them.
I made a few additions to the room, trying to make it look mine. For six months it belonged to her. She had put little idols of her favourite Gods and Goddesses and the wall where Jim hung was ignored. She doesn't know he is my God.
The mirror looks perky again with new pictures glued in, just the way I like. My bed doesn't stink of iodex anymore, instead it smells of me, of Body Shop.
I will miss having her around, but I love my room, most importantly my space.
I made a few additions to the room, trying to make it look mine. For six months it belonged to her. She had put little idols of her favourite Gods and Goddesses and the wall where Jim hung was ignored. She doesn't know he is my God.
The mirror looks perky again with new pictures glued in, just the way I like. My bed doesn't stink of iodex anymore, instead it smells of me, of Body Shop.
I will miss having her around, but I love my room, most importantly my space.
Labels:
diary,
DIY,
jim morrison,
my room,
The Body Shop
Sunday, September 12, 2010
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