A load of debris left on the rooftop, because no one bothered to clean up once the painting was done.
This is a very soggy bird that looked rather disgruntled with Monday's rains.
This is the starting point of the flyover that is somewhat close to our street. Quite waterlogged, quite picturesque, eh?
If you stand on the rooftop of our apartment, this is what you would see.
This is the street where I live.
These are the rail-tracks underneath the flyover. Very rural. Very other-worldly.
The football grounds through a lot of foliage. Last picture before my battery ran out.
And there you have it. These are my bearings. This is my city through raindrops.
I visited my MySpace after a very long time today. If you're wondering whether I'm a networking addict, actually, no. It's because I use MySpace to get updates on some of my favourite artists, and to read Snow Patrol's blog.
I LOVE Gary Lightbody. The man is absolutely wonderful. He's all of 6'5", lyrical genius, vocally gifted, pleasing to the eye and ear, and every time I look at him or listen to him, I feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Irish Delight. And his blogs, which I've mentioned before, have delectable undertones of observational humour that also make me feel warm and fuzzy inside.
Lightbody apparently hosted a New Year's Countdown on BBC Radio. Too little, too late that I find out now.
Here is a photo I took the other day.
Broken Glass.
If you were wondering where I've been, here's a post to remind you of my existence. This picture I took last night when some of the kids in the apartment block were bursting firecrackers. You have to love pseudo-Diwali, and red sparklers.