ange's musings

Since before I was born my native land of Srilanka has been in civil war. Today it was announced that Prabhakaran the leader of the Tamil Tigers has been shot dead resulting in much celebration on the streets of Colombo. For me and many others I know that this celebration seems slightly premature, this article entitled; The Tigers are beaten but it isn't over yet has some observations in it that are helpful in understanding exactly why peace in Srilanka seems to me not yet tangible. Tight restrictions on jounalism within Srilanka's war zones means much civilian death remains unreported. The government may claim victory today and believe their military efforts to be rewarded and even justified in the death of this terrorist leader but at what human cost?

After a rather lazy lie in till almost ten o'clock, some yummy Special-K with soya milk (sweeter than regular milk), Rachel's organic lemon and orange yoghurt (very, very rich, my treat at the weekend and healthier than pain au chocolat) followed by some internet shopping (brought some bargainous EMU boots, reduced by thirty quid - will probably have to return them, as they probably won't fit right but still exciting - I know I have an addiction here), I am about to pack for a short stay in London town with my lovely friend Liz. Having both graduated last June we've not managed to see each other all year, despite our great plans of quarterly weekends spent having spa treatments and I am excited about seeing her and hoping we will have a good dose of quality time together, we have so much to catch up on! What I am not looking forward to is time spent on the london underground; pictured above the tube map makes my mind boggle and the gift of travel seems more like a burde

Click on the picture to view the rest of the photos from my trip to New York during easter week this April. Above and below are pictures of the flatiron - possibly my favourite skyscraper. I love how dynamic the picture is below; taken on a Friday lunchtime when Yankees were in full flow, it totally gives you a feel of the city and reminds me of that big apple buzz. Here are a few of my favourite memories: Fabulous views from the top of the Empire State Building Sharing sushi in Queens with Liesl Stumbling across the Jimmy Choo store and dieing to go in Spending hours in MACY's Watching yankees go by in Central Park One very sweet breakfast with Liesl and Jonothan in Sanfords, Queens Seeing Art a the MoMA (Museum of Modern Art) - Yankees love their acronyms A few things I want to tackle next time will be doing New York by night, Greenwich Village, Top of the Rockerfeller and seeing a band or artist I love live in a uber fun venue.

So there I was, rather lazily enjoying my lie in, pushing the limits of morning routine and wondering how late i really could get out of bed. Without my eyes in i see nothing in the mornings something i rather enjoy, so when i heard what sounded like plastic bags crackling on my bed I was rather confused but figured by morning doziness (that's a word today) was deluding me, i was on the line between sleep and consciousness and i thought my ears were playing with me and then i looked up, before i could say something i shouldn't the entire ceiling's plaster from my corner of the room was crashing down upon me. Luckily I had time to react a little and covered my face with my left arm and when the post-crash silence arrived i ran out the room screaming just a little. All I had to show for it was a sore bruise on my left upper arm and back. As you can see from the pictures most of the plasterboard fell onto the side of the bed i was not sleeping on. Unfortunately without the mo