Monday, 30 June 2008

i moved house today


but i am still just about motivated enough to post this pic of prince hot ginge. :-)

Sunday, 29 June 2008

shoeage twoage

these shoesies come in a variety of colours, all of which i want.
as do these
and these
and again...
and repeat until all shoes are owned.

new look most wanted

summer tops in yellow and print = yes! :-)
i have a dress in this print and it's soooo pretty!
i love this but i couldn't wear it cuz of the colour and i am also trying not to say 'lame' any more, it makes me cringe!!
ruffle ruffle leaves!!

something in the water...

gah!

i just woke up!

i just had a very random 2 hour zzz and now i am all confused as to what time it is, what i should do, what i should eat (if anything, i am not sure if i am hungry!) and if a cup of tea would be a good idea.

anyway, enough of my sleep issues, i got THIS DRESS!!!

it is fab!!

post haste

i really want to make a post about my cool new dress, shopping and some groovy nights out! however, my famm arrive soon and i need to tidy up.

Saturday, 28 June 2008

i am

Elizabeth Bennet

Elizabeth Bennet
You are memorable, lovely and clever, the life of the party... you always have the perfect thing to say in every situation. Your honesty, virtue, and lively wit enable you to rise above the nonsense and bad behavior that pervade your money-seeking and often spiteful society. Nevertheless, your sharp tongue and tendency to make hasty judgments often lead you astray... if not careful, you can display qualities that you despise - pride and prejudice. But if you can get past negative first impressions, your life and love story will be epic!!!

erm...

the other options, i guess, are Emma (wouldn't want to be her, girl has ISSUES! lol) Elinor Dashwood, who i adore but really wouldn't want to be!) Marianne Dashwood, who is generally silly, that really silly one from northanger abbey that daydreams about shite all day, and Fanny Price, who is a bit of a pushover. I reckon most people taking this quiz are Lizzy :-)

food, naughty

last night we went to tescos.

i couldn't resist, it was so beautiful and it tricked me to go in it!

i added 2 milkshakes and a bag of lime & corriander popudums to the list, and d added an enormous bottle of wine (it was quite impressive must be said) and then we got some bread.

this had to be done really, as we got word today that we will not be moving today, and now we will have to eat frozen veggies in curry paste for the next 3 days. with flour. and rice.

Friday, 27 June 2008

chat up

so a guy comes up to me and my friend tonight

he says: hey, i am stuck in between 2 rly boring conversations right now
*we nod*
Dude: and i notice you are having a conversation
(we are, about something political)
Dude: so can i join in?
*we look blankly at him*
Dude: so how old are you both?
Me: omg you shouldn't go around just asking ladies their age, and butting into peoples conversations! how rude are you?
he splutters and sways a bit
My Cool Friend: no, sorry, you can't talk with us
Dude: Oh it's like that is it?
Us: Yes, yes it is!

where do men learn their chat up lines these days anyway? ph41l!

food update

after a few days of nomming things, i have made everything we have managed to get rid of dark blue...

in the fridge:

about a pint of milk
sweet chilli sauce
bbq sauce
sweetcorn and cucumber (soon to be gone)
some seafood ready meal
loads of tinned mackerel (wtf is that doing in the fridge anyway?)
2 dairylea triangles
butter
vitalite
2 small servings of breakfast pasta
4 fajita wraps
curry pastes

in the freezer:
1/2 bag frozen sweetcorn
bag of veggie mince
chicken fillets
tub of sugarfree lemon sorbet
2 saltana scones
a peshwari naan
a little bit of ben and jerrys cookie dough
2 veggie springrolls
1/2 a loaf of bread

dry food wise:
infinite spices
soy sauce, cooking oils, vinegar, etc
plain and self raising flour
sugar (normal and fruit)
about 27 portions of stuffing! (now about 10 left!)
rice
teeny bit of pasta
sunflower seeds (might chuck these or plant em lol never know, them growing seems a bit more likely than us eating them!)
a tin of pineapple
a pasta ready packet thing (mushroom flavour)
4 apples
6 onions (now 2!)
and about 6 pot noodles (now 2!)

stay tuned for more updates!!!

dreams dreams!

so i am in town, or so i think, it could be many towns, it's grassy in an artificial way, like posh bits of london, the country mall is there, and so is asda, it could also be cambridge, if it wanted to be. anyway, fact is, i've parked the van somewehere illegal, just cuz i had to quickly and i can't remember what i was doing, but i've lost the van. the van is purple, wicked looking thing, in fact, if my phone was a van, it would look like this van.

cleverly, i've left my hair straigteners on in the van, so i'm thinking the vans been towed, stolen or i've just burnt it down with my a conbination of vainity and forgetfullness. neither of which are attractive qualities of mine.

now i am running around looking for the van, and as is the way when i am on the verge of being waking up, i begin to apply logic to my dreams, i try to cheat. i know it's a dream, our car is silver, and i reason that my mind has just made this cool van out of my phone! wicked! i summon it back again, but i'm not that bothered, its not real. so i run, i run for miles, i cover ground quickly like i have those cool robotic trousers that TXs little man had in the video he made and i watched yesterday.

d sends me a googledoc about what i am to tell the police about the loss of the van. logic starts to seep in and i realise i haven't paid for web browsing on my phone and it ought not to be enabled, but i go with it, stranger things have happend.

i get some ice cream, but i cant eat it, cuz now i am awake, and slightly drunk still. it's 2.30 am, i can't run so fast, the car is silver and web browsing is not enabled on my phone.

Thursday, 26 June 2008

colin

got a first!!

well done!! yay!!

4 years for one number... but it's a damned good number!!

Monday, 23 June 2008

primani shocker

on the beeb right now is the 'primark - on the rack'

so far, they have highlighted

primark are against
* home working
* poverty pay
* child labour

- there are problems in keeping tabs on that, as experienced by all companies, and like most companies, primark send inspectors to make sure that the work done for their clothes is done in factories, however,

*subcontractors and factory manager can send garments home with their workers as homework without primani finding out - panorama can find this out though!

* as a result of this, children are employed, and people are paid below living wages

* women can be paid 52p a day - that's half of the legal minimum wage

suckage.

the prog has some heavy criticisms for the thowaway culture and bright, fashionable young things, poking fun at obessive primark shopping stories, and footage of the stampede on oxford street, amusing anecdotes about fights over pretty things, trends and thowaway fashions.

i'm kinda glad they compared the womens wages to the minimum wage. i get annoyed when shocumentaries start telling you 'this person earns 7p an hour!' and you are like 'oh no! that's terrible!' but if that 7p can get them just as far as the £5.52 can get us, you start to think... so why is it so bad? i mean it is, but i can't help but think we have a distorted picture.

i'm glad there have been some talking heads on the show as well who say things like 'just because something is cheap, it doesn't mean unethical practices, and just because something retails at a much higher price, that doesn't mean it was made in ethical ways.

makes me think...

cheap total gastric bypass

you will need:

1 large bra
a blindfold (a tie will do)
boobies or socks to put in bra
a low cut top
your normal food, and means to eat said food

method:

put on the bra. place boobies or socks inside.
put on low cut top
now cover your eyes using the blindfold
now, eat your food as normal, a significant amount of food should fall down between ur boobies/socks, completely bypassing the digestive system and helping you to achieve your weight loss target.*

*possibly, results may vary

at risk of being seen as obsessed and or militant...

... i bring you...

tips for workplace survival, as swiped from Jezebel:

"Don't try to seem important. The other person's prime concern is his own importance. Your charm rating rises in proportion to your ability to lift his feelings of importance. Give him a good opinion of your heart and he'll automatically have a high opinion of your mind." (pg. 271) "

"Allow the employer to lead the interview conversation as much as possible. Girls who talk too much, are too self-assertive, or who force their personality into the interview too strongly usually are ushered out rather fast." (pg. 289)

"Not only the big brass and the board of directors are concerned about employees making a good impression, but your own particular boss is also mighty interested. Your good grooming is evidence that he knows how to pick a smart girl—that he's a pretty clever fellow. (pg.137)"

"During your menstrual period it is more important than ever to guard your daintiness." (pg. 139)"

the food situation

we are moving at the weekend, not far, but far enough to know that we will ruin any freezer food we try to take with us! alas!!

so, our mission this week is to cut down on the amount of stuff we have to take with us, by eating/drinking it. i figured it would be quite fun to try and document this...

we got

in the fridge:
about a pint of milk
sweet chilli sauce
bbq sauce
sweetcorn and cucumber (soon to be gone)
some seafood ready meal
loads of tinned mackerel (wtf is that doing in the fridge anyway?)
2 dairylea triangles
butter
vitalite
2 small servings of breakfast pasta
4 fajita wraps
curry pastes

in the freezer:
1/2 bag frozen sweetcorn
bag of veggie mince
chicken fillets
tub of sugarfree lemon sorbet
2 saltana scones
a peshwari naan
a little bit of ben and jerrys cookie dough
2 veggie springrolls
1/2 a loaf of bread

dry food wise:
infinite spices
soy sauce, cooking oils, vinegar, etc
plain and self raising flour
sugar (normal and fruit)
about 27 portions of stuffing!
rice
teeny bit of pasta
sunflower seeds (might chuck these or plant em lol never know, them growing seems a bit more likely than us eating them!)
a tin of pineapple
a pasta ready packet thing (mushroom flavour)
4 apples
6 onions
and about 6 pot noodles

i think we might die of scurvy by the end of the week! but i aim to keep this blog updated with our aims to get rid of all this stuff by saturday!! heh no way, i hear u say!

i think as well 2muro i will go thru our drinks stocks and share how much drinking we will have to do in order to move house in a light way! heeheeh

republic, summertime, shopping, happy

first, the dress, which is gorgeous. shame there's no where to wear it!!
bit dull but i liked, i wanna try out the whole frills thing at some point
very cute bag, i love it already, very much.
last time i went with the checks, i lost out in a big way, they just weren't rly me... so nothing can really explain why i want this ugly top, i just do.

Friday, 20 June 2008

On travelling

'travelling' is one of those practices that has always left me with an uncomfortable feeling.

'backpacking' 'exploring' 'going to see other cultures, broadening one's mind, experiencing the world...

in a week in which one of my friends embarks on a lifelong dream, doing community work in Rwanda, (for which i totally respect and admire her) i am reminded of a young man, albeit older than myself, who, at a party, spoke of his general greatness and superiority that he gained on an expensive round the world holiday.

I'm torn, she is going somewhere she has dedicated so much of her time and energy to a fantastic cause, something she knows a lot about and genuinely cares about, he, at 18, spent a great deal of money on a holiday. both are travelling, expanding their worlds and meeting new people, new cultures, new ways of life, the former as one with fantastic intentions, the latter as an observer of questionable use and motive.

I don't think i can fully describe the arrogance of this young man, and his pride in having avoided 5 star hotels in order to sample the 'real' lives of people, by staying in 2 star accommodation, and haggling with locals for art, instead of shopping at the more official tourist outlets. I guess a similar mindset to his was this:

"I wasn’t a “tourist” doing a “tour” of Indonesia. I was a “traveller.” Maybe even an “adventurer.” My companions and I sought out sights and experiences that were “off the beaten path” (the clich├ęd nature of that phrase alone should have tipped us off to how much our supposed independence was in itself a kind of conformity). We hired guides with cars to take us to weird little villages and deserted beaches, quiet restaurants and cheap inns—places that Indonesians themselves actually used, or so we thought. And when we bought souvenirs, we tried to find authentic Indonesian stuff, not the cheap t-shirts and masks and pots and feathered things that were clearly made for those other “tourists.”"

on the other hand, i cannot do justice to the passion with which my friend commits herself to the cause she is now working for.

I read a blog piece this morning found here, which describe the privilege of those with money, (and white skin, though there is an interesting debate on if this is the main factor in their actions) and the entitlement young backpackers feel to snoop into and observe the lives of others, without giving anything back, almost like a one way interaction.

this hit a nerve with me, and my recent complaints about my kitchen. (stay with me here!) my kitchen can be clearly seen into by the large numbers of staff that work around the building, and all of those in the flats above. when i venture out in the morning for a nice cup of tea, in my dressing gown, i understand that people can see me, can watch me in my own private space/home, judge me, take parts of my life without my permission, tourists, if you like, into my home life. I do not feel i have the right to go to their homes and look in, to ask their names, or ask what they do in their own kitchen. I am the subject, the thing they look at and almost, what they own.

when backpackers move off the path of tourists in the hope of seeing something (someone) new, they intrude, unasked into the private lives of people who did not ask to be watched. their beaches did not ask to be explored, nor did their homes, land or settlements. what right do we (does anyone) have to look?

young backpackers crave adventure, experiences, stories they can go home and tell people about at parties, they want to tell you they've seen what poverty looks like, they are a man of the world!!

but are they? what do they really know?

and what do i know? less than them, perhaps, i know what it's like to be the subject, if only in my incredibly comfy little abode on an infinitely smaller scale.

i don't think i will ever go travelling in that sense, thus depriving some people of the tourist money that may keep their economies going - can you do right for doing wrong? i doubt it.

Thursday, 19 June 2008

fairy goth mother




cool stuffs

http://www.fairygothmother.com/

Tuesday, 17 June 2008

coldplay are not only annoying, they are NAUGHTY BOYS!!

my sweet tooth: in pictures

lemon cheesecake (drool)
cookie dough ice cream (same goes for half baked!!)
terrys chocolate orange cookies (nom)
lemon cake with lemon curd in the middle and yummy icing!!
custarrrrd!!!

beryl cook





was awesome, this is a bit late i know but i am never on time with anything, i'll probably write a fathers day post in august. blogger is being really lame and won't let me re arrange this post, but the top 2 are paintings she did for the queen, the first one shows her dancing with prince phil, and the second, entitled 'the royal couple' shows queeny with a corgy. I hope *cough* that colin appriciates these tributes to the queen.

beryl cook also liked to paint round ladies and gents, and grannies, sailors, football players and ladies in the pub, excellent subjects that never seem to be portryed as quite as wonderful as fun as she paints them anymore.

the last pic is her self portrait. RIP and thank you

blimey

amazing how clearly below the rest the life expectancy of the american black male is. what the hell is america doing to black men??

'steampunk' pee cee

looks pretty cool, huh? i wants one, tho i dunno if i would be able to maintain the cool look when my desk is a dumping ground of electronics, bling, make up, hair stuff, teacups and hayfeev stuff. hhhm.

i would be so much more cool in general if i wasn't such a messy person. humph.

Monday, 16 June 2008

updates

* i have got dyslexia - it's good to know finally for sure
* one of my friends was on the news - he was at an anti war protest and apparently got a bit of a beating from the law
* another of my friends got food poisoning from a restaurant we went to
* another of my friends got a wicked new job
* i found out that morgans spiced & ginger beer is even better with lime
* hayfeev sucks
* something very sad happened, which it isn't my place to write about
* a lot else has happened this week, and i want to go to bed

Friday, 13 June 2008

my favorite celebrity.

john mayer fools the world with his 'experimental human growth hormone, take 2x daily' lol

w0000000000000 h000000000000

i heard some good - ok better than good news today and wooooo it is so cool and i so wish i could tell you, internet, as if you knew this person it would make your day too but u don't and it's none of ur bizniz mwahahahahaahaah

Thursday, 12 June 2008

i am a sensitive artist

Sensitive Artist
by John S Hall
King Missile (dog fly religion) _Fluting On The Hump_ Shimmy Disc 1987

I am a sensitive artist...

I am a sensitive artist.
Nobody understands me because I am so deep.
In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read,
Music that nobody else has heard,
And art that nobody else has seen.
I can't help it
Because I am so much more intelligent
And well-rounded
Than everyone who surrounds me.

I stopped watching tv when I was six months old
Because it was so boring and stupid
And started reading books
And going to recitals
And art galleries.
I don't go to recitals anymore
Because my hearing is too sensitive
And I don't go to art galleries anymore
Because there are people there
And I can't deal with people
Because they don't understand me.

I stay home
Reading books that are beneath me,
And working on my work,
Which no one understands

I am sensitive...
I am a sensitive artist...

True, y'know

"Everything You Know Is Wrong"

I was driving on the freeway in the fast lane
With a rabid wolverine in my underwear
When suddenly a guy behind me in the back seat
Popped right up and cupped his hands across my eyes

I guessed, "Is it Uncle Frank or Cousin Louie?"
"Is it Bob or Joe or Walter?"
"Could it be Bill or Jim or Ed or Bernie or Steve?"
I probably would have kept on guessing
But about that time we crashed into the truck

And as I'm laying bleeding there on the asphalt
Finally I recognize the face of my hibachi dealer
Who takes off his prosthetic lips and tells me

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was walkin' to the kitchen for some Golden Grahams
When I accidentally stepped into an alternate dimension
And soon I was abducted by some aliens from space
Who kinda looked like Jamie Farr

They sucked out my internal organs
And they took some polaroids
And said I was a darn good sport
And as a way of saying thank you
They offered to transport me back to
Any point in history that I would care to go

And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night
So I could pay my phone bill on time
Just then the floating disembodied head of
Colonel Sanders started yelling

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you thought was just so
Important doesn't matter

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong

I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
When I got a nasty papercut
And, well, to make a long story short
It got infected and I died

So now I'm up in heaven with St. Peter
By the pearly gates
And it's obvious he doesn't like
The Nehru jacket that I'm wearing
He tells me that they've got a dress code

Well, he lets me into heaven anyway
But I get the room next to the noisy ice machine
For all eternity
And every day he runs by screaming

Everything you know is wrong
Black is white, up is down and short is long
And everything you used to think was so important
Doesn't really matter anymore
Because the simple fact remains that

Everything you know is wrong
Just forget the words and sing along
All you need to understand is
Everything you know is wrong
Everything you know is wrong

Tuesday, 10 June 2008

do i stress you out?

Do I stress you out
My sweater is on backwards and inside out
And you say how appropriate
I don't want to dissect everything today
I don't mean to pick you apart you see
But I can't help it
There I go jumping before the gunshot has gone off
Slap me with a splintered ruler
And it would knock me to the floor if I wasn't there already
If only I could hunt the hunter

And all I really want is some patience
A way to calm the angry voice
And all I really want is deliverance
Do I wear you out
You must wonder why I'm so relentless and all strung out
I'm consumed by the chill of solitary
I'm like Estella
I like to reel it in and then spit it out
I'm frustrated by your apathy
And I am frightened by the corrupted ways of this land
If only I could meet the Maker

And I am fascinated by the spiritual man
I am humbled by his humble nature
What I wouldn't give to find a soulmate
Someone else to catch this drift
And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred
Enough about me, let's talk about you for a minute
Enough about you, let's talk about life for a while
The conflicts, the craziness and the sound of pretenses
Falling all around...all around
Why are you so petrified of silence
Here can you handle this?

Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines
Or when you think you're gonna die
Or did you long for the next distraction
And all I need know is intellectual intercourse
A soul to dig the hole much deeper
And I have no concept of time other than it is flying
If only I could kill the killer

All I really want is some peace man
a place to find a common ground
And all I really want is a wavelength
All I really want is some comfort
A way to get my hands untied
And all I really want is some justice...

one of my fave songs of all time... for so many reasons.

Monday, 9 June 2008

anger

you know those days where you really are just so angry at the world, like nothing makes sense and everything just seems so unjust, and the world is UTTERLY WRONG and FAILING MILLIONS OF PEOPLE EVERY DAY and you just want it all to STOP so you can do some tweaking here and there, sort things out and i don't know... help things a bit.

i feel a bit helpless though, i couldn't even help myself.