Day 2 moving woes

I woke up this morning to Arsenal beating Real Madrid 1-0. How could I not be cheered up by such news.

In so many ways, I fear my life and style are tied explicably to the Arsenal football season. They fuck up just as well as I do, and they do so with such flair they too exasperate their most ardently loyal supporters. And yet, just when you think they are completely in the pits, playing bollocks to none in the premier league, with almost all their experienced players out forcing them to field a scraggly team of 11 who have an average date-of-birth in the late 1980s, they pull off the most spectacular of successes to astound everyone who had written them off - including themselves.

It was 5-1 in Inter Milan in the 2003/2004 reason, and now it is 1-0 at Real. The first English team to win at the Bernabeu. This is truly the stuff legends are made of. Honestly peeps, I would cry if my tear ducts hadn't already been overused earlier this week.

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I chose cute teddy bear couples and candles as wedding favours yesterday at the Raffles Hotel.

They are so cute I rather fancy de-linking the male bear from the female bear from half of the statsh, and giving them out as individual door gifts so as to save teh rest of them for myself.

Would that be awfully cheapskate of me? My conscience refuses to prick. However, should you lovely individuals want one of these couple teddies for thine self or significant other or kiddie, do let me know and I will send over a couple.

Or a half.

(Geddit?)

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Moving along, like Arsenal’s winning streak this season, I don’t know how long this journal will last. It was created a long time ago, a wasteland for my morose ramblings with William, and then it expanded to include a few more readers, and then a few more, and then it was discarded.

Even though I have now found a reason to start it up again (so as to write a little more freely), there is no guarantee that chatelayne will be as lasting as the other journal. Moving and setting up shop elsewhere is just as tedious a process online as it is in real life, and I am quite fed up of customising the darn page just after a day.

And, as crazy as it is to attach sentiments to inanimate and virtual objects like an online journal, I am rather fond of scherazade despite not talking anymore to the people I first started the account with some four years ago.

I may migrate back there someday when, I imagine, I miss the familiarity of that wretched pink page. So I ask your forgiveness in advance should it confuse you to have two accounts belonging to the same individual for a while.

But let’s let this craziness run its course shall we? Knowing me as well as most of you do, we can all wonder together : whatever will Nisha be up to next?