Wednesday, 1 pm. Lunch break, at work. We’re thoroughly analysing the pasta dish made by our friend with a lot of passion. Does it contain onions? Pine nuts? A bit of potatoes?! A colleague suddenly break our conversation with wise, provocative, thought-provoking words: “We are the pasta generation.” This made us giggle. Then it made…
When the media over-talks and gets obsessed about something, it usually makes me feel sick and makes me want to run faraway to the Amazon.
But not today.
Going home is always special. Talking to your parents. Eating your mama’s food. Sleeping in your own bed. Priceless. Today I felt like revisiting some of the objects that defined my childhood and early teenager years in the house where I grew up. Colors and smells hit back when I see the objects that opened…
She was all red, cooking like a raging red hot stuffed pepper, when you made a joke about her snacking habits. She usually laughs at your “munching like a cow” joke, but today, she gave you this dirty, dark, glaring look and shut the door loudly while walking away.
“Everyone ran in panic inside the stadium. There was no pushing. We heard explosions in the beginning of the [France-Germany football] match but no one understood what it was. The match carried on normally. It was only at the end of the match, when we wanted to leave that they made a special announcement to…
“I believe everything is possible- it’s up to us where we go.”
“It was a horrible noise, the noise of bones breaking…”
Imperial College students, beware. The Royal Albert Hall is to host the new James Bond film “Spectre” premiere again this year like it did back in 2012 (and in 2002-for the old Academics who noticed it.) On the 26th October 2012, the students invaded the top floors of the Aeronautical Engineering department and the Imperial College…
We live in London, so we are busy, grumpy, claustrophobic people always on a rush and we want to get out of the underground ASAP. If you’re standing in the way, you’ll be cursed…
If you miss the shouting of Kurt Cobain, the lovely dirty soul and punch lines of Amy Winehouse, the vomiting guitars of Sex Pistols and the explosivity of Little Richard, you’ve got your medicine HERE with Brittany Howards’ new band Thunderbitch.
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