"These things are meant to be. Jack shall have Jill, nought shall go ill. I might have lived thencefoward happily ever after. (But what does 'ever' mean") Her best line, her most unforgettable line, delivered with such casualness but with such depths of promise:

"Share my taxi?" - pg 78

That one, my Jack, he picked me up today from the office and we drove to taka and had dinner at paragon's spaggeddi's, a very filling pasta dinner, too buttery to my liking, the sauce. and we walked about town and i admired the shoes at Tangs, the best shoe place in town. originality and specialness comes at a price, over a hundred dollars to be exact, for the range at tangs, but it's only once in your life you get to adorn your feet in such comfortable finery, if you can afford it, why not? ah, design, and ah, fashion. it's inexplicable i've been lost in the world of Vogue and Bazaar magazines. Indulgent? not at all. And we saw this really nice pink top in the valentino boutique at paragon, corset like front long sleeve collared shirt, and miumiu, beautiful.

hello now come back to my world. i'm done with agnes grey, she married mr weston and lived moderately ever after. and now i'm onto middlemarch after a revived moderate hunger for english classics. the big fat russian classic sitting on my table looked too intimidating, or rather, i'd rather have the english wit for now then the psychological analytical babble of tolstoy's characters. soon enough i'll move on.

i've been all over the world. two weeks ago,it was 'a fine balance' - india, last week was 'ever after' and today 'middlemarch' -that's england for you, and after this it'll be 'war and peace', in the russian galaxy.

felt swishy today with my green stretchy skirt and black top and brown sandels with the flower prints.

oh what frivolous rambling. haha.