tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61230036371372748482024-03-05T06:03:54.839+00:00~Intoxicated~Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-82658622009447080242010-12-20T23:38:00.003+00:002010-12-21T00:24:43.950+00:00New Year New Year!<span style="font-size: x-small;">With this uneventful year drawing to an end, a brief summary of odd discoveries.</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Holidays can not happen, even when all flight tickets and accomodation are booked. Even when you have Euros sitting on your desk. Even when there are additions to your wardrobe for this sole purpose. Simply because, volcanos can blow up. Who would have thought. Trips home are the sweetest ever. Especially unplanned ones. When everything in life is going right, that's the tipping point. Nothing is going to be okay from then on. For awhile at least. I don't have a criminal mind. Which is really not a good thing at all. Working on that for now. I am still running back to the same person when I'm in trouble. The same person I'd run to five, maybe six years ago. And no, I still don't get answers by pouring it all out. That's what I like. Someone who doesn't judge, or at least I'd like to think so. Uni life ends next year, the frightening reality that getting out of bed will no longer be a choice. A summer job in Canary Wharf is beautiful, I should have treasured it a little bit more. I might not be going back there. I trust blindly. It would have been nice if it had stayed that way. Unfortunately, I saw light at some point. Trust has never been easy ever since. No, I think trust has never been ever since. I learn about talking calculated risks. I am yet to put it into practice. I ponder the choices I have. It gets more complicated with age. I will learn patience. Waiting will soon be my specialty. I am tired of fighting, of resisting, of not indulging common sense. This will be my last christmas spent with my nose buried in books. Random. I am looking forward to change. Wheee!</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Now, the house i'm inhabiting is starting to sink. Tiles have popped off the kitchen walls, cracks in the dining area ceiling have formed, and one day someone might just come crashing into the kitchen while taking a warm shower above. It's quite funny, sound travels even more efficiently with these new features. Drying off in the bathroom upstairs, you get a very clear blow by blow account of the gossip going on in the kitchen below. Talk about piped in shower entertainment. </span><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">she said she would try change, be more tolerant and understanding. oh what a lie. the first of many to come. with the intention to spread hate and dislike as discretely as possible, little did she know that it would backfire with everything being thrown out in the open. the targeted resentful, revengeful path that she went down has forced her to be a recluse in her own home. for good reason. any normal person would want to minimise the general disgust thrown their way. but then again, who ever said she's your average joe.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">i don't blame anyone for thinking what they thought. if i had heard the things she said, i might have drawn similiar conclusions. at some point, i would have pinned the cause of her lack of conversational skills to being socially stunted, something more forgivable. but no...it was the malicious intent behind her words that has brought her to where she is now. all that effort put into sympathy seeking and pretending to victimised by all parties has gone down the drain. tsk tsk. poor thing.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">nobody likes to be a sacrificial lamb in your quest to be liked and adored by the world. hence you have earned yourself the title of wicked witch of the west. which i really think is too kind.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Well, this is my case study, Young female, appears to be made up of peaches and cream, sugar and spice. Wants the world to think the best of her. Openly discusses her fondness of tickling the boyfriend's asshole(?#!!#!?), the experiment of the boyfriend farting in her face to test her inability to smell(?#!!!????!#?) and how she finds the boyfriend's flaccid penis very 'cute' (?#####!!!!!!!?).</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Any normal person would go gasp, gasp and GASP at these things. Not just about the issues, but the sheer transparency in which they are discussed. But, *drumroll* , she cannot discuss matters pertaining a simple piece of rubber, a condom. She throws out accusations when her opinion on the issue is sought, turns on the waterworks(cries, and cries and cries, oh my!) and is unable to justify her finger pointing, despite being given a fair chance to do so. Irrational words flow freely, disjointed and illogical. The interesting point of consideration is, even after sleeping on the matter with plenty of time to clear her thoughts, she believes strongly in her accusations, as it all makes perfect sense and rings true in her little head.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Funny, I wonder if it is just a personality disorder that cause individuals to have a facade of peaches and cream, sugar and spice, when beneath it all, there is nothing really very nice. Or is it caused by the estrogen packed genetic make-up that spurs the underlying devilish nature with little ability for rhyme and reason?</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> She dampens the spirit of holiday-ing, mother nature. First, she unleashed storms and floods in Rome causing a spontaneous trip to Amsterdam as a replacement. Now she blows up a volcano, indefinitely. Stuck in London I am. No ibiza. In the drawer my bikini shall sit. </span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
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id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-3315161492273838122009-12-16T22:15:00.002+00:002009-12-16T22:16:02.545+00:00It just doesn't feel right<span style="font-size:85%;">This bliss happiness.</span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-50308682196713463432009-09-11T03:41:00.004+01:002009-09-11T04:04:55.799+01:00oh my.oh my<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">the local scene sure has changed. for starters, the place was not filled with underaged kiddos all dolled up, dressed to fool. instead, it was hip rocking, booty shaking girls. the dancers had many fascinating antics throughout the course of the night, with one stripping of her top to reveal an oversized, overly padded bra. the remaining ones on the podium were simulating such vigorous sexual motions and body shaking, i would pity the guy/s they bed. they might just cause him to end up with a chapped genital. wild things.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-47667179459691941022009-09-11T03:39:00.003+01:002009-09-11T03:41:01.747+01:00Women<a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/09/10/wisconsin.sex.assault/index.html?iref=mpstoryview"><span style="font-size:85%;">Lesson</span></a> <span style="font-size:85%;">: Do not invoke the female fury.</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-73117620266313253442009-09-03T04:27:00.004+01:002010-04-05T16:47:01.237+01:00Incubus<div align="justify"><span style="font-size: 85%;">it's a funny thing, the subconscious. it captures the nitty gritty detail of the day's happenings and blows it up into one big dream. last night, i saw him pull up beside me. excitedly i rolled down the window and leaned out of the backseat of the crv, waving and calling out. there was a quirky, distorting quality to everything. how young he looked, untouched by the time that has passed, me just as delighted as i would have been to see him. and just like that, it ended. at least i'm not holding back imaginary horses in my sleep.</span></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /><!--Session data--><input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-44421908738446691712009-09-02T04:55:00.003+01:002009-09-02T05:06:28.898+01:007 days and counting<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">sitting and eating a glorified over-priced tuna sandwich, i sported a long face and felt nothing but sour bitterness. nothing seemed to be going right, from the bloody base of the lemon yoghurt cheesecake that crumbled and fell apart, to having to drive to work in such slow moving traffic that i barely had to graze the accelerator. i'm looking forward to a good game of tennis today. geez, i actually miss the wall in kyuem that i could storm off to whack some balls whenever my blood was set ablaze. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-52582895812012948852009-08-24T03:38:00.004+01:002009-08-24T07:32:49.101+01:00oh how profound.<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't believe in love. even if i do, i would never want it to be with you. you would tear my heart out, poke a few holes in it, then put it back in. he says to me.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-20191446673871373702009-08-21T02:23:00.003+01:002009-08-21T03:42:28.908+01:00Fragment of imagination<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">drifting in and out of delirious sleep, i'm not quite sure what was said and what wasn't. what was fact, and what was fiction. the incoherent mumblings were intepreted by my restless mind. my restless mind that was multi-tasking in parallel worlds of reality and slumber, concurrently. outside, lightning struck followed dutifully by the low rumblings of thunder to accentuate my disturbed, perturbed state. was it vulnerability, gibberish or just a fragment of my imagination.</span> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-49972920985408896612009-08-19T02:45:00.002+01:002009-08-19T02:47:58.801+01:00sound advice<div align="justify"><span style="font-size:85%;">"Do not unnecessarily keep touching your body parts"...briefing on prevention of the H1N1 flu after a colleague was infected.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-72676927904056089872009-07-26T10:35:00.001+01:002009-07-26T10:42:13.241+01:00just keeping it together<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">over a bottle of scotch, we explored theories and analysis. the conversation swung from deep and meaningful to childish banter. ahh, the typical night out. i should have been tucked away in bed nursing my temperature and runny nose but hell no, that's not how a saturday night should be spent. now i suffer the consequences.<br /></span></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-72030903199787926842009-07-26T10:30:00.001+01:002009-07-26T10:32:57.657+01:00Payback's a bitch<span style="font-size:85%;">so from today onwards, i will be a better person. </span><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-31596324222152461902009-07-03T10:59:00.003+01:002009-07-03T11:09:10.122+01:00never will it be easy<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">finally i got it off my chest. with struggled breaths, trying hard to choke back tears, the words poured out. funny, how willing i am to fight, to change. my impatience would usually get the better of me, but not this time. infatuation sure is addictive.</span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> <span style="font-size:78%;">you</span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"> </span>sure are addictive. damn.<br /></span></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-26466911371977812522009-06-24T04:39:00.003+01:002009-06-24T04:46:41.886+01:00i'm back<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">this space has been failing to serve it's purpose. unfulfilling it has been. but now i'm back to scribbling little bits and pieces. hopefully i will be able to keep up at it.</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">today i leave for kl. it should be a blast. as usual. </span></div></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-1988795889352842802009-04-14T00:15:00.002+01:002009-04-14T00:16:04.721+01:00It's the new year<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">and i have grand plans. he comes home today. oh i miss him so. now it is just executing my very grand plans..<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-39666079371876423392009-04-13T22:14:00.002+01:002009-04-13T22:28:57.780+01:00Hanad's little affair<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-ub-c1ckDt3fbjZUnwcMgHumYgTOKZG0NDdNiJjpnpyTl-lVHWsCR3Z_kBEZK_lLWPKkb9RSquckUNx497oSSC_-a4aXOyH30R7eBmfGQvh0eq0G6jQXKOzCKXS7WZrJpCIuyRIShuZr/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-ub-c1ckDt3fbjZUnwcMgHumYgTOKZG0NDdNiJjpnpyTl-lVHWsCR3Z_kBEZK_lLWPKkb9RSquckUNx497oSSC_-a4aXOyH30R7eBmfGQvh0eq0G6jQXKOzCKXS7WZrJpCIuyRIShuZr/s320/IMG_1506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288211393671698" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">my friend, harry the hedgehog ablaze</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-ub-c1ckDt3fbjZUnwcMgHumYgTOKZG0NDdNiJjpnpyTl-lVHWsCR3Z_kBEZK_lLWPKkb9RSquckUNx497oSSC_-a4aXOyH30R7eBmfGQvh0eq0G6jQXKOzCKXS7WZrJpCIuyRIShuZr/s1600-h/IMG_1506.JPG"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZT_AiuP9uOsqrV5vQOjYezym6u9D3RcXze9XiB0QmspecIKHaGj6a9LiKsWW7F6pNVNiYyvqEc71F020CgCqzsNkjB9KlULCV3av4XauAFGaZA2_YXI5abCtFnqcK2Uey_er_N1dYxFA/s1600-h/IMG_1469.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZT_AiuP9uOsqrV5vQOjYezym6u9D3RcXze9XiB0QmspecIKHaGj6a9LiKsWW7F6pNVNiYyvqEc71F020CgCqzsNkjB9KlULCV3av4XauAFGaZA2_YXI5abCtFnqcK2Uey_er_N1dYxFA/s320/IMG_1469.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288202706397586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >the tenner buffet@la tasca, of course we did it justice</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkHtBTr2lTzP2bMFfayzr-WYJepUh-R2ah2ipBNQ8o0bmKLkOllXfI0L9D1m9mvD_AfNoIuAd8n1HPSoPDbYSG5QlWA8CZL-IHORN00G8FiPhLdaeq-69bCaSU-YWTWximv5JT7t7NayF/s1600-h/IMG_1718.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkHtBTr2lTzP2bMFfayzr-WYJepUh-R2ah2ipBNQ8o0bmKLkOllXfI0L9D1m9mvD_AfNoIuAd8n1HPSoPDbYSG5QlWA8CZL-IHORN00G8FiPhLdaeq-69bCaSU-YWTWximv5JT7t7NayF/s320/IMG_1718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288223435460114" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">letting loose the little green fairy, drip drip drip, throw it all in and down<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0Ff9DsNTLsGJDD4aEVEa2JCfQ4TeMAAMYRD30VFqyRLtxCHyhIvh3ReqjJFryIr7IeTo1ch6og6IszkmZO4DpvPNu1eYtvVsaJurIYr3-6VfwtqgSSd48mU9bMDWek5CZfTwaRefPic5/s1600-h/IMG_1736.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx0Ff9DsNTLsGJDD4aEVEa2JCfQ4TeMAAMYRD30VFqyRLtxCHyhIvh3ReqjJFryIr7IeTo1ch6og6IszkmZO4DpvPNu1eYtvVsaJurIYr3-6VfwtqgSSd48mU9bMDWek5CZfTwaRefPic5/s320/IMG_1736.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288221809567394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">he doesn't seem too pleased, no green fairy yet?</span><br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCY9oT84pLY0ychzZaWgjOep9LBj5jpUjpVyt3SELCyZITjAF_ZGSKC7p0Outm4nZrwE48vnrGz3tE57S5-IPcFOFUyXLvNXHwmZUOLxHy0YXu7EY_L5ZEj8H-lY0dDkzL_yXUcEejxNsz/s1600-h/IMG_1545.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCY9oT84pLY0ychzZaWgjOep9LBj5jpUjpVyt3SELCyZITjAF_ZGSKC7p0Outm4nZrwE48vnrGz3tE57S5-IPcFOFUyXLvNXHwmZUOLxHy0YXu7EY_L5ZEj8H-lY0dDkzL_yXUcEejxNsz/s320/IMG_1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324288217810560162" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">hole in one</span><br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-13193769077829924492009-04-07T22:18:00.010+01:002009-04-07T23:38:00.735+01:00I have been a Busy bee<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >On monday,</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">i crankily woke up and trudged to uni to sit for my probability test. later that evening, feeling liberated and totally elated, i donned a dress and headed to mayfair to meet my sponsors. i found myself outside the entrance of the office as it approached 7, bent over trying to yank of my heels and slip my pumps on to facilitate the little sprint i had to do. as usual, i was late. swan lake, the ballet, was due to start at half 7. i sat in the coliseum and watched petite girls with pointed toes and men with chiselled bodies prance and twirl, doing little pirouettes, being so light footed that they could have been cats. to the background music of tchaikovsky, the sad love tale of a prince and doomed princess unfurled on stage.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUb6PchNIlDueR5nFr3ni6IcavN-YHoCEGBRABMDUi08R3IrZhkYRGexhdXInMWfmRZHew4Vdva9G2k9xtQt4di4AC2U_IcHqxlssW5hTJoaVQOIGKWt27cRWNAYd0plFzBeehRKbLOj_c/s1600-h/swan-big.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUb6PchNIlDueR5nFr3ni6IcavN-YHoCEGBRABMDUi08R3IrZhkYRGexhdXInMWfmRZHew4Vdva9G2k9xtQt4di4AC2U_IcHqxlssW5hTJoaVQOIGKWt27cRWNAYd0plFzBeehRKbLOj_c/s320/swan-big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322071069813121538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">On Tuesday,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We had a guest from lancaster. Drinks before bed lulled me into sound sleep.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >On Wednesday,</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I happily strolled around covent garden, trying to kill time while i waited for the fortune theatre doors to open. this time, i was overly cautious and arrived very much in advance. Woman in Black was creepy and absolutely brilliant. the very vocal audience shrieked and screamed as the two man show took us through the death of an old woman in the Eel Marsh House to the fear that grips the little town near it. this play has been running at this very theatre since the time i was born. the boyfriend, frightened out of his wits, gripped my arm tightly throughout. haha.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUa9OA0njaesMIu5Vokk0UzjNxDrsXFFEN9TV5h5pZjAeYecWyvpnNaGdEfNeE6s9WGfW7h1elMaTVbtBIfATf6R78VJFlZ0G9HZBlx-A-ZnKQKckDXa7I9uqaIu6S640PHz5OjhiHU7OU/s1600-h/The+Woman+in+Black.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUa9OA0njaesMIu5Vokk0UzjNxDrsXFFEN9TV5h5pZjAeYecWyvpnNaGdEfNeE6s9WGfW7h1elMaTVbtBIfATf6R78VJFlZ0G9HZBlx-A-ZnKQKckDXa7I9uqaIu6S640PHz5OjhiHU7OU/s320/The+Woman+in+Black.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322071076273029586" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">On thursday,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">as the clock approached midnight, the whole lot of us congregated in my room. we hurriedly put together an economics presentation, the final project of our first year. sap and hanad indulged in the only staple food that is constantly plentiful in my room. peanut butter and chocolate on seeded bread. sinful delights.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPvHUVFk5mJbpJbg7E4RF2OYaFdx5Ho7ujncsZAMJFkafVvtEg_7yxG5WLOM23Axw17Iu5ELxbR4xDytrr0soi1A84ZmtBr-DJo2w-Ka30tECj_uZNZ7mhFueHyvviZoawkP49K5HCwE2/s1600-h/IMG_1367.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnPvHUVFk5mJbpJbg7E4RF2OYaFdx5Ho7ujncsZAMJFkafVvtEg_7yxG5WLOM23Axw17Iu5ELxbR4xDytrr0soi1A84ZmtBr-DJo2w-Ka30tECj_uZNZ7mhFueHyvviZoawkP49K5HCwE2/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072777460691794" border="0" /> </a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">On friday,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">to celebrate the official start of easter break, we had a korean dinner in a place tucked behind tottenham court road. funny that we only discovered this little korean town almost at the end of one year when we frequent that shopping area almost on a weekly basis. the festivities continued in the halls which resulted in a very hungover kuhan the next morning.</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxW1j3deG7T0CgmighjoHGIiTVKy3iO-X7CkevHpX7qQFbjVOha9gSle7EiqBpXVI3tlk0Af38_6pRTnKj2OtAsVmHxvnFDJQHCcfRZIQcWDsh3Od5q5ZBb2DvfxiaZdzHmDpNpzgk8Z3M/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxW1j3deG7T0CgmighjoHGIiTVKy3iO-X7CkevHpX7qQFbjVOha9gSle7EiqBpXVI3tlk0Af38_6pRTnKj2OtAsVmHxvnFDJQHCcfRZIQcWDsh3Od5q5ZBb2DvfxiaZdzHmDpNpzgk8Z3M/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072783233138306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">On Sunday,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">qj and i stopped over in hyde park, hoping to grab a bite in hard rock cafe before we went to the apollo theatre. unfortunately the queue outside was unbelievable. we wound up at the bar instead with two huge , yummy cocktails. and i am not kidding when i say huge. especially since we had to guzzle it down and dash back across the busy roads to get onto the tube. we wanted to catch jason mraz's opening acts, which happened to be a m2m sister and a band from cardiff.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yRduYvsMHLrQbiaPQmFHehblYxem7vH0-2L6qSjvgIK-GkLKzH5on7zLyGQ9Kt7EigajdCoWOoMJcuZVXT3Wb3_8gU3aHsjp8Mf7vc91NVisnVkKNqgaXg20pIbcJPX9Dgh2mAA7vgWJ/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5yRduYvsMHLrQbiaPQmFHehblYxem7vH0-2L6qSjvgIK-GkLKzH5on7zLyGQ9Kt7EigajdCoWOoMJcuZVXT3Wb3_8gU3aHsjp8Mf7vc91NVisnVkKNqgaXg20pIbcJPX9Dgh2mAA7vgWJ/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072786449164626" border="0" /></a>standing in the crowd, feeling the spirit and enthiusiasm of the people around me, the urge to pee was building up just like the anticipation of seeing jason mraz taking centrestage. the cocktail was making its way very fast to my bladder. jason mraz's smooth voice however pushed the thought to the back of my head as he serenaded and entertained. fun fun fun. the laidback jazzy attitude was to die for.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40g37Hnywnee-wIXkTlQ743Oh9ReBnG47dzXqd6p6HvIZq-MVO2lp1f1xygUl_OiA3GgsXFuTYcaqTpDBNyED6aHUVglfKIAORZk2wb7-mq4-vvnFflkRhpEbMVykpEl6XFWCrYvaGRzG/s1600-h/n564795338_2912524_3000791.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg40g37Hnywnee-wIXkTlQ743Oh9ReBnG47dzXqd6p6HvIZq-MVO2lp1f1xygUl_OiA3GgsXFuTYcaqTpDBNyED6aHUVglfKIAORZk2wb7-mq4-vvnFflkRhpEbMVykpEl6XFWCrYvaGRzG/s320/n564795338_2912524_3000791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322078100481759490" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7n-qo8XKofOhBp1iIKqZnVeKPSrtouCWaRCdSg8Qe4PcX6Vuh8y00upub2uN3qeBezhEB3ZQorCCkf1qF4CGczNlOnB6eMvC0lSQ5SbJug_xlPUw5LAW9-0jSyIAu5wciY5NT4bwgNT3/s1600-h/n564795338_2912520_4436778.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ7n-qo8XKofOhBp1iIKqZnVeKPSrtouCWaRCdSg8Qe4PcX6Vuh8y00upub2uN3qeBezhEB3ZQorCCkf1qF4CGczNlOnB6eMvC0lSQ5SbJug_xlPUw5LAW9-0jSyIAu5wciY5NT4bwgNT3/s320/n564795338_2912520_4436778.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322078095156787074" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >mraz's photos courtesy of hweeyin</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:85%;">On Monday,</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">the boyfriend insisted on having tequilla slammers. so we played articulate with a container of salt, finely chopped lemon and some social lubricants. it was team tequilla vs team sober vs team soberest. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRawsetQ8dWhb3H6SJIzMh_59HHvriDmyrFUdtlR4rF-RlunFzXrhA-irUwYSFLA1_ETKsrb0H0DUBTkqHet5HAuuycsVYnAyo4aJb2a8-71YF3VdCeSlUqKEPVRVwVmnaDXDtKP_-psm/s1600-h/IMG_1436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqRawsetQ8dWhb3H6SJIzMh_59HHvriDmyrFUdtlR4rF-RlunFzXrhA-irUwYSFLA1_ETKsrb0H0DUBTkqHet5HAuuycsVYnAyo4aJb2a8-71YF3VdCeSlUqKEPVRVwVmnaDXDtKP_-psm/s320/IMG_1436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072786190916466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-wUejWGa2LxDTCL8SpB0GTfVlG2VUmQKMWytaPz1ZaXy-AwPecVPvBITjEkTnr2ZXFCmfifE2JY_rHz5FiiIOrvKMHjKbKc7WgU268a4mlBVwawQF8hrB5PNpkNLj5-lGBLtqP0j0yL4/s1600-h/IMG_1444.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH-wUejWGa2LxDTCL8SpB0GTfVlG2VUmQKMWytaPz1ZaXy-AwPecVPvBITjEkTnr2ZXFCmfifE2JY_rHz5FiiIOrvKMHjKbKc7WgU268a4mlBVwawQF8hrB5PNpkNLj5-lGBLtqP0j0yL4/s320/IMG_1444.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322072791785083410" border="0" /></a></span><span style="font-size:85%;">and the winners were.....team soberest(dom&i)!!! </span><span style="font-size:85%;">our little red playing piece leading the pack. before we broke away and did the final sprint leaving everyone behind. wheeee! nothing like a winner to give me a good nights rest.</span><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-5947984305190558232009-03-30T00:05:00.001+01:002009-03-30T00:07:09.316+01:00hangat-hangat tahi ayam...Not!<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">oh i think this blog celebrates its first birthday this month. i'm impressed with myself. </span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-28923866772502436742009-03-29T23:43:00.003+01:002009-03-30T00:05:37.565+01:00time, it just flies<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">in the past two weeks; i have made pancakes with the bunch. without any experience or recipe we churned out yummy chocolate and cheesey melty little things. i have made my way through the many many bulmers that cluttered my fridge. i have satisfied my craving for good south indian thosai, even though my dulled taste buds could barely handle the spicy chilli-ness. i have trudged all the way to leicester square close to midnight, only to find him wandering the aisles looking rather depressed. to buy or not to buy (an itouch)-he has a U2 special edition classic already. i have gotten off my arse and finally seen my gp. i now have 3 months worth of medication, hurrah!i sat with him in william hill as he took me through the abc's of horse betting. i have slogged through my coursework just so i can laze away my weekends. i have religiously walked up to the gym through rain and shine in my effort to be determined. i have indulged in the sweetest of sweet indian goodies, from ladhus to palkovas to payasam, heavenly. i have attended a session on spirituality and success on my own free will and was really impressed. hmmm...i guess now i know where my time goes.<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6123003637137274848.post-56161422603592896262009-03-29T23:37:00.003+01:002009-03-29T23:43:00.716+01:00i lost an hour today<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:85%;">because of the confusion surrounding the start of daylight saving hours, i wound up standing in front of the security guard, hair tousled, oversized t, bathroom flip flops, unbrushed teeth and bleary eyed at half past 12 instead of eleven thirty. stupid stupid stupid. the overnight forms had already been stamped late. stupid. i stood there trying to plead my case to no avail. stupid. i hate silly rules. but i sure am going to miss the halls one way or another when we move out. strangely, it has become home. arghh.<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0