La RAJA

Ay caramba, where do I start?! The past few weeks have been pretty kerrrrazy and my memory's just a little bit haaazy...

It all began a couple of fridays ago, with a scrumptious Diwali dinner in the Majestic Hotel's fancy Indian restaurant - wow, curry has never tasted so good after such a lengthy absence from my taste buds. After stuffing ourselves til bursting point, we bundled into a taxi and headed to the buzzing Bellavista neighbourhood for some jaaazzzz. Now, I know what you're thinking - sounds more zzzzzz than jaaaa. In fact, the musicians were not only mega talented, but also well entertaining; at one point there was even some sexual tension between the trompetist and the trombonist! The only bad point came when they charged everyone an entrance fee with the bill instead of before we actually went in - cheeky bastardos.

The following week was just one thing after the next: a Rapture gig, indie clubbing, happy hour caipirinhas, a good ol' fashioned Chilean BBQ, a bizarre drag show, ice creams in the park, a big night out with the "cool kids"... suffice to say a big chunk of my student loan has most likely disappeared and my sleeping pattern still hasn't really recovered.

Things at uni have been a productive as ever - now that one teacher I was "assisting" has pissed off to Spain to do her PhD I have even less work to do, although there do seem to be a lot more students coming to ask me for help - it's good to feel useful every now and then, even if I am a lazy mofo. There have been no riots to speak of for aaages now, but there have been noise bombs and a crazy lady in leopard-skin walking around with a siren attached to a megaphone... I tell ya, this ain't just any old university.