Thursday, March 31, 2005


Sometimes the absence of blogs is good news; I must be so busy studying that I have no time to blog. Sometimes, like now, the presence of blogs is also good news; I'm in the library.

Am going back home in a bit to study. It takes me 45 minutes to walk home. It takes the average person about 30 minutes. I've decided to walk, walk, walk, this holiday to save bus fare and achieve some sort of waistline before going home (and pigging out).

I have suspicions that my sister has a boyfriend she's not telling me about (Sorry if it isn't true, Fi. I'll amend my records in another blog) and they went fishing. I want to go fishing and riding and walking and argh(!) something other than shopping. It's quite tiresome you know, and it requires money. What's it with people and boy/ girlfriends? One reaches a certain age and all of a sudden friends aren't enough, now they have to go and put a gender on it. I guess that makes me genderless :) like the paramecium putrimun, the smallest of the paramecia. Hahahahaha. Yeah, I look like the sole of a slipper. Am slightly cranky as you might probably be able to tell cos I only had 5 hours sleep last night. Slept on my belly in a weird position so right now my whole body feels knotted and cramped; my head feels like it should be down my my feet and my knees by my ears.

Do you know what I want? Do you know what I really want? I want to get out into the countryside. London is fun and there's loads of rich culture and intellectually stimulating stuff going on all the time, which drives my brain mad with excitement. But I am of country blood despite growing up in the city. Maybe I should live with a farmer for a bit... or be a stable hand...


True to form and as predicted, I got into trouble with technology. Downloaded all the information I needed on the A drive. Went home and tried to open the folder. It wouldn't open. Tried again. Still didn't open. A grey box popped out onto my screen. "The A drive is not responding. Do you wish to reformat your disk?" I clicked okay, thinking that the comp was 'so nice' and wanted to help me. Yeah right. Reformatting basically means wiping everything off your disk. So, no info on my disk to print out and read and pass brilliantly in my exam. I have spent today reloading my disk and hopefully it will succeed. Also went to the library to get 2 AKC tapes, which I have to return by 11am tomorrow :(

Had lunch with Carly and Tara, met Priss and settled my insurance. Yes, I'm all grown up!

Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Tax evasion

No, I'm not a criminal and I don't intend to become one. I'm evading my tax alright, my tax law book and tax seminar sheets and tax argh..... Overall, today has been relatively productive. I had a decent brunch, went to the bank, kissed one horse, cooed to another, didn't buy any shoes, didn't buy any concealor or foundation from Superdrug even though I kept on telling myself I needed it badly (I saw Trinny and Susannah shaking their heads as I walked out of the store whilst confirming to myself over and over again that the ruddy, country look is best), went to STA to see if they could get me a cheaper flight home, checked my emails and bought ONE bar of shimmery moisturiser from LUSH. Later today, I will go to Woolworths to buy mega-killer-robots for my brother, Fitness First for an appointment, home to ring other flight agencies, double my money for my photoshoot, read a book and print out Tax seminars (that is going to take forever knowing my wonderful computing skills).

I still can't believe I'm going home soon.

I must add that I am always amazed when people find time to go on holidays. Europe, South America, The US of A... Perhaps it's time management or money or both. Most of my time is spent earning money (and studying naturally) so I have da' money but no time to spend it on holidays. So I do the next best thing; I spend on books, bookshelves, shoes, musical instruments, spectacles, bills, clothes, a computer, posters and tickets home. Not that I'm trying to compensate :) But then, home is half way round the world and pretty exotic, I have to say. So going home could double as an adventure. Maybe I'll go to the caves this summer, fly to one grandma, fly to the other, fly to Singapore to visit my sis, fly to Aussie... I love travelling. I want to go to Western Canada one day and Egypt and Greece and Turkey and Mongolia and Alaska and Africa and... and... Happy Holiday. Ahhh... the brain's a bit mush today.

Monday, March 28, 2005

IT competent?

Have been trying to download all my Tax seminars to grill myself over the Spring break but unfortunately the computers in the PAWS room have all (slight exaggeration) ganged up on me. Had to get through three computers before one took pity on me and let me log on. I have learnt a new thing today. If I save something on Acrobat, it will not show when I try to open it using Word. Perhaps everyone else knew it but to me, this priceless piece of knowledge will save me much trouble in the future.

Watched not one, but two Batman movies yesterday; Batman and Batman Forever. Val Kilmer will forever (hahaha) be my favourite Batman... but there is something wonderfully sinister about Gotham's gothic architecture in the first movie. I think I have sussed out why Batman has to have a new lady on his arm everytime another movie is made. Kim Bassinger the reporter/ photographer obviously got a tad too snoopy for his liking, Michelle Pfeiffer was catty, Nicole Kidman was a shrink and Uma Thurman was clingy (cos she was a vine ie Poison Ivy). Hahahaha... yeah, exams are round the bend and here I am wondering if there is a psychological explanation to Bruce Wayne's love life. Read Bridget Jones' Diary yesterday as well and went to Joe's and Sean's for Easter dinner and had yummy mango smoothies to go with it.

Since my last blog, I have managed to divert my attention away from morally unsound chimpanzees. I am hypothetically assuming that they do have some sort of moral code to humour the examiner but I think the proper and right name for animal 'morality' is instinct and nothing more.

I might as well mention now that Elena has a boyfriend.

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Easter Saturday

Good Friday is better than TGI Friday. Much better. Easter Saturday outweighs the Easter Rabbit by at least 10 stone and the Easter egg (creme egg or no creme egg) is no competition for Easter Sunday. I'm sure lots of good, Christian soldiers around the world who have entered into the world of blogging will no doubt go into the history and significance of Easter and Good Friday and although they are both important, and if I were to take legalizm seriously I should talk about them, today is Easter Saturday, akin a caterpillar in its cocoon - it has gone in and will come out, but for now it is in its cocoon. So there.

Am very annoyed with change and the irritatingly predictable things it does and produces. I should just go lock myself up in a cage with a troop of chimpanzees and take detailed notes of their sordid, incest-ridden behaviour. Bah. This is what too much Moral Philosophy does to me. At least rejoice that I am studying although I don't think the outcome will produce desirable effects on my brain or my heart. At the point where I thought I could be less cynical about the world and might just be able to play 'happy world' with the rest of the ecosystem, my hydrated, carbon-based molecular structure got jilted and now I'm trying to calm myself down, taking on the role as the third person. Who knows, one day I might very well end up with multiple personalities. The problem with water (and being made out of it) is that as humans, we have the capacity to freeze everything out (or in) and the capacity to boil and hence, steam (some more than others). Water is capable of being perfectly destructive in character. Yeah, yeah, it can be life giving and et cetera as well, but I like negativity and I like to concentrate on the worst it can do, thank you very much. Oh, to be apathetic, there would be so much less to care about. However, seeing as I am showing some sort of emotion, I guess it is safe to say that I am not apathetic, although being sympathetic is another matter altogether. Bla bla bla bla. My dad told me that I should learn to be less angry.

Now, back to happier notes. Am reading from my Tax law book for the first time this year and I think I have a long way to go. I dreamt, two nights ago, that I passed Moral Philosophy with 96% which was pure genius but I had to retake Property Law :( on the 18th of August. I really don't mind if I got 96% but I could do without the retake cos I want to stay home as long as I possibly can.

Thursday, March 24, 2005

Battle of Bulgeria (bulge-ria)

and the battle continues... the carrots and bean sprouts and celery enter nervously into the world of Debbie's stomach to combat its long-time-resident, the flapjack. The flapjack however, is in for a nasty shock; he's going to find that there are factions within his party threatening to undermine his calorific power as the flapjack contains fruit! Tune in next time for another adventure of 'The stuff that Debbie ate."

I have a really bad migraine right now. It's less hammer thumping and more volcano about to erupt, throw in an internal earthquake and some building blocks falling down. It's so bad my fingers are shaking and my heart, oooh my heart... but I still need to stand here and serve people although there is hardly anyone around. Am going to see Vic for lunch later. Bertorelli again. Might as well make the most of the offers. Am also veering slightly towards weight obssessiveness, which is not good although the drinking of lots and lots of water is. I also have a very powerful weapon - a colonic irregation kit.

Work-wise, I sometimes feel very stupid although I do know the shape of a shark's brain and I did some reading on killer whales and watched a documentary on jaguars last night and I do know that whale-hunting in land-locked Utah is illegal.

I've just met a really nice English and Linguistics 3rd-year student who was on his way to the AKC exam. My headache however, made me less brazen and so I don't have a name to give you.

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Palm reading

Some chinese dude just read my palm and fingers and made a list of my good points and bad points. Apparently, I am a very healthy speciment :)

Although I have said that I would like to become the next editor of KB, and have written a letter in to support that, I have yet to write in an article to establish my position. Why? It seems to me that I have suddenly lost all interest in KB now that I know the job is as good as mine. Could it be nerves or just that the challenge has fizzled out? The guy who came in today told me that I was persistent (good point) and that I had a tendency to be complacent once I had achieved what I initially set out so vigourously to (bad point). I'm not sure whether I should be taking that as a sign to take on board that, which I've been hankering after since I knew of its existence. It's the chase that's exciting isn't it? What does one do after the chase? Sit down? Look around? Chew on a pen? Most sequels to movies are less-than-thrilling and those that are exciting are gripping, purely because the chase is not ended yet. I think I'm happy to let things go once I know that I could have gotten what I wanted. It's not that I actually want it. I just like the chase and the adrenaline that comes from hunting. Does that sound all wrong? Maybe it's because I've waited too long for it that it has just lost its appeal for me and I've moved on in my interests...

I was going to do a 'God' spin on our conversation when he had to leave.

Going hommme.....

Will be going home in about 2 months time and am going to stay there for at least a quarter of a year during summer. I can't wait! Spoke to my bro on Sunday and already I have a wish list on my hands for robots and books and shortbread biscuits :) Home is amazing. Amazing. Amazing. There's no place like home. No place like my queen-sized bed. No place like being near my (pregnant again), scrawny dog. No place like the wet markets or the hawker stalls or driving along the roads with Mount Santubong always somewhere in the background. No place like eating chilli cuttlefish at 12 midnight for the fun of it (and shops would still be open!) with friends or having duck rice at 7am before my dad goes off to work. No place where drinks with weird names such as Red Eye, Snow White and Wheatgrass, actually taste great. No place where driving 2 hours to the best seafood restaurant outside the city is the norm and the best way to celebrate anything is by feasting together. Or what about playing street soccer in the church parking lot or youth group meetings (that always end up with most of us scrambling into one or two cars and going out to eat)? Not forgetting, the Mulu Caves, which is 2 canoe rides away from where my grandmother lives. And to get to my grandmother you would need 2 flights from where I live and to get to where I live, you would need 2 flights from Heathrow. Going to the caves, you can opt for one of two weathers (and it is always one of two). Either, go in the drizzle or go in the scorching sun. The last time I went, we went for the drizzle run and it's just the most fun thing in the world, sitting wrapped up in oversized raincoats and life jackets, huddled together in a wooden canoe, which can't go very fast because of the floating branches. And when you reach the end of your journey, cold, hungry and very wet, a warm mug of chocolate malt, cream crackers and a creaky bed with a thin mattress could well be the best package deal in the world.

I wish I could take so many of you home with me but on the other hand, my home is my zone but it might be too zoned-out for your liking. Did I mention the very cheap shopping?

Saturday, March 19, 2005

I think I might be...

more 'English/ British' that initially expected even though I'm neither.

I use the weather as a conversation starter. Am LOVING the sunshine at the moment. I think I really a like a plant. An English plant maybe? An English rose (not that I'm at all comparing myself to Kate Winslet (heaven forbid) but because I'm quite ruddy)? Or a thistle? Or bramble bush? Or honey suckle?

Was very productive yesterday. Selected my modules for next year and entered them into the intranet, completed my essay and listened to an hour-long AKC lecture on tape with Sarah on Ethics. I also spent some time with a few friends in the sunshine in Green Park, eating lots of pork sausages wrapped in German salami and feeding leftovers to the crows who looked a bit like the mafia of the animal kingdom in their smartly pressed black suits and expectant eye. In the evening, Luke came round and we all watched Anastasia, which happens to be one of my favourite cartoons, because John Cusack is the voice of Dimitri who has floppy hair and a crooked nose :)

Later, I'm going to watch the Ireland vs Wales rugby match, followed by the England vs Scotland match. After that, hopefully, I will listen to 2 more tapes on AKC, take more notes and maybe write another essay. Winter is my favourite season but I do love summer-time too!

Thursday, March 17, 2005

Issues of the day

Instead of doing my reading last night, I spent the time trying to rearrange my media library. It has to be said however, that I didn't exactly arrive home early after RML. Went to bed at about 1am and my alarm went off at 8.30am. Cooked myself spaghetti and chicken with sweet and sour sauce for breakfast and added some yogurt for good measure. Began reading yesterday's news at breakfast and have only just finished - I had about 4 papers to go through, none as 'serious' or 'intellectual' as The Guardian or Daily Telegraph (meaning full-sized newspapers; I like mine bite-sized), although I doubt they would prefer to be mentioned side by side. I did read The Independent though. Why all this reading?

I need to get up to date about the abortion issue currently runnning this country. I am properly indignant at some of the things the ministers have to say. With fox-hunting, Cabinet went into it full force, guns blazing to try keep all the itty-bitty foxes alive (or actually, condemning them to certain death because now there will be more shooters killing who knows how many foxes on and off the record. It is so much easier to get away unnoticed when all you need is a rifle as opposed to 20 to 50 hounds. Personally, with the amount of pollution in the air, I'm amazed the foxes are not infertile. Anyway, fox-hunting gets banned, fair do, it's all over for now. Then comes along abortion and Cabinet doesn't view it as equally, if not more, important than the war on Iraq and fox-hunting. In fact, a 'neutral' minister sent to 'calm' all this hoo-hah claimed that abortion "[was] not one of my top priorities." Sick. Let's all run around with our arms open wide trying to save the world from war and CFC and then come home to sweep the few hundred thousand or so murders under the carpet as 'unimportant.' Murders? Yes, murders. It sounds harsh but the cruel fact is that abortion is. It is premeditated - check, there is time in between to say no - check, and it gets carried out - check. It is not my place to condemn the people who opt for abortion. Our debased human nature is only capable of evil and it is only by grace that I had even the opportunity to hear about Christ and to know Christ and be saved by Him. However, not condemning the sinner does not mean approving of the sin as something we can't do anything about because it is all in legislation and the government wouldn't listen to us anyway. I despise the moral high ground that the foetus is like 'parasite' that feeds off the mother and that the woman should have the 'right' to remove her 'guest' at will. Such 'morales' conveniently forget to take into account and take responsibility for, all the commotion that goes before conception and dismisses it as something that happened in the heat of the moment. How I am ever supposed to write a decent article on abortion without coming across as totally frustrated and very, very angry is beyond me. Furthermore, I only have a day, at most two to calm myself down write it objectively. But then an unhealthy lean towards political correctness had brought us thus far or put us back several centuries.

The more I think of it, the more frustation and aggravating it is, to see abortion featured on one page of the newspaper and Janet Reger's demise on the other - the lingerie queen 'who drove millions of men made with lust' (The Independent). Argh! It makes me want to tear the world down and rebuilt it carefully from scratch. Thankfully, God is going to do just that. How much so are we indebted to Him, not just for now but for the perfect eternity we will live in.

A note before I go, Hardy Eustance made one person £700,000 richer at the races. Thing is, the person betted £200,000 on him. On one hand, it's foolishness betting that much money when you're not sure of the outcome. On the other hand, look at the reward for being bold and taking that step in courage (although I still think the guy who bet that money was an absolute looney). As Christians, we are sure that our rewards in heaven will never fade; our greatest reward being with God forever. And therefore, we can surrender our entire lives to Him because we know that we shall reap a hundred, thousand, more than a gazillion fold in blessings and mercy and grace and love. Christians sure are crazy people and I'm glad I'm one of them :)

Wednesday, March 16, 2005

Let me out!!!!!

The weather is sooo hot! Yay, at last! Let me out! Let me out! It's amazing weather! Ahhh! Let me out! Let me out! Everyone's partying in Hyde Park for sure and I'm here at the union again. Let me out! Let me out I tell you! Mun claims that I am like a plant cos I went all shrill and hyper when the sun came out. Dehydrated bean sprout more like it. It's sunny, it's sunny, oh sunshine... (doing a little dance to accompany my song). Happy days, hah hah hah hah, wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee... hah hah hah hah hah hah hah #pant, pant#. Solar powered Debbie. Mun also said that I was demented (but in a cute way). To think, all this glorious weather and I have to write two essays for Friday, being stuck indoors, deprived of sunshine and vitamin D. Sun's good, no? Yes, very good. We're looking at a potential 20 degrees celcius this weekend! I want to go out! I want to go out! Bask in a park somewhere. Get sunburn. Oh no, no sunburn. Sunburn bad. Sunburn very bad.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Dancing fever

Just read Jem's blog, and I totally agree with everything she has to say about dancing. I however, have given up the notion of being able to find a suitable dancing partner to hold my frame as I am too short. Excuses, excuses. I tried my hand at breakdancing during my A-level days, both hands in fact and nearly broke two fingers off each hand because I had to learn how to stand on them. Three years on and all I can do now is reminice the time when I used to be able to do the 6-point turn. There are moments when I dream that I can ice-skate properly as well. Currently, I skate as fast as I walk (or as slow) and can't do turns without almost stopping to a standstill and can't stop (when I do I turn round and round on the same axis until I end on my tush on the ice). I did try skate on one foot once and was successful until I tried to stop but forgot that my other foot was still in the air and so I went crashing down.

In this my penultimate year, I wonder whether I should start planning for the years to come after my degree. I used to think that it didn't matter one ion but when the Israelites were sent into exile, God told then to continue doing everyday things like cooking and planting vineyards and multiplying. Hahahahaha... God has such a sense of humour. So, should I plan to invest to to learn new skills maybe? Should I plan to stay on here in London or plan to go home? If I plan to go home, how much of what I've experienced here should I let affect me? If I plan to stay, do I need to learn how to drive, if I plan not to live in London?

Currently reading: Singing in the Fire (F. Cook)


I have a brand new second hand computer! Managed to fit the monitor, CPU, scanner, printer and speakers all in my room without sacrificing any of my books to the downstairs bookcase (although my sax had to go and sit with the guitar). As a result, my room looks like a library :) Books on the window sill and cramped into the bookcase and on my dressing table. The only slightly annoying thing is that my files are still sitting in the wardrobe cos it was either files out of the wardrobe and books downstairs or books downstairs and files out and I chose my books. I arranged and rearranged my room til late last night then went to sleep, only to be suddenly awaken at 10:10am with the realisation that I was due in to work at 11am. Aaaahhh!!!!! Rush, rush, rush. Rushed through a shower, rushed through dressing up and had a piece of toast on the way while listening to Blondie on Virgin radio. After work, I need to tie up some lose ends and then go back home to clean house and do laundry.

Immune response to fungal infections

Random title but my blog tonight is about going home. I heard from Joe that my last exam will be on the 20th of May so I will hopefully, be going home a week earlier than expected, which would be great! I told Fiona today that I was going to get so huge cos home is where the food is :) I guess I could ration but do I really want to? Right now I'm thinking I need to study, I don't want to fail, I know nothing, I know some things...

I know about Winnie-the-Pooh. I know that he is a bear of very enormous brain. Whether that will help me in Moral Philosophy or not, I have yet to discover.

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Compassion and hipbones

Instead of going to the law ball (the second time I have missed it), I went to Katie's last night for curry and boy, can she cook curry. Mmmm... had rice, naan bread, some veggie concoction. I ate with my fingers :) cos I figured might as well get into character, right? I had sooo much that I thought I was going to explode (it's called being greedy) and then Elspeth asked where I put it all. Where I put it all??!!?? I thought my tyres were fairly obvious. Short does not mean skinny latte.

Thankfully however, I believe that life is more than being able to feel your (my) hipbones although I was terribly excited when I did finally feel mine. Seeing is believing? I have been trying to exercise compassion these last few months. As a hot-headed, stubborn and self-reliant person, compassion is something I realised I didn't have much of at all. As the BBC test I took showed, I hardly empathise. Jesus was radical, faithful, powerful and took long walks but he was also incredibly compassionate. I think it's easy for us to be passionate about things because they usually relate to us. Compassion is totally about others and is unselfish and servant hearted. Working towards a passion or a desire for something (for me) is easier than wanting the best for others at seemingly a cost to ourselves. Passion and compassion however, are not at opposite ends. We can have a passion for compassion :) which I think is very cool. Far cooler than being able to skateboard? Hmmm.... yeah. So, in these last few months, I have held my tongue more, empathised more and judged less, although my first impressions are still lousy. I have to say though, pretending to be in other people's shoes is really hard especially since the shoes keep on falling off (cos my feet are so small).

Friday, March 11, 2005

Favourite song

My favourite song is definitely Kiss From a Rose by Seal although Hungry Eyes from Dirty Dancing, Everything I Do (Robin Hood) and Beauty and the Beast, are close contenders. I went to buy my skirt yesterday (as an advance treat on finishing my essay, which I shall hand in today at 5pm and have not yet finished) and stopped at my almost favourite shoe shop to see if they had any deals for me. I guess the pros of having size 2-4 feet, depending on the shop I go into, is that hardly anyone has feet that size so most of my shoes are very, very cheap even though they might have cost someone with 'normal' sized feet a fortune because I get them during sales when only two or three pairs are left. So, went into the shop, picked out a pair of sensible, pink, kitten heels and a pair of sensible, black pumps. Why sensible? I had a dream a few weeks ago that I was supposed to go horse riding but I had no sensible shoes to wear as all my shoes (save 2 pairs of flip-flops and my everyday shoes) are high-heeled/platformed. Back to the shop... the shoes didn't fit and I was ready to go when I saw this pair of gold/ beige heels with ankle straps. I thought I would never buy gold shoes or ankle strapped shoes ever but I felt compelled to try them on anyway. Just as I put them on, Kiss From a Rose (piano instrumental) played on the airwaves and I just felt this smile stretching my face. Taking the song as a 'sign' that the shoes were a worthy purchase, I bought them. Elena thinks my shoes are nice and both Elena and Sarah gave my unique skirt their seal of approval. By the way, the skirt has one bow and one pocket on the front and not two bows as I previously thought (I wasn't wearing my glasses when I first saw it).

I sent my application for the editorial position of KB in last night. I know I said I wouldn't because I felt cheated out of a post I thought should have been as good as mine but then I met Nick, who is the co-editor and when asked, told him why I didn't want to send in an application form for it. He told me that he and Natalie (other co-editor) had chosen me already but they needed an application form to make it 'official' as they had put up an advertisement for it (and other positions) in KB. Given the explanation, I thought that if the application form would help them along to finalise posts, then I wouldn't mind and it wouldn't be outside my principles to do so.

I have under 4 hours to finish my essay and later this evening, I shall be going to Katie's for curry. Mmmmmm...

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Essay writing

I have an essay on transmission of covenants in freehold and leasehold that I would prefer not to write. Unfortunately, I have to and the due date is tomorrow, which means that I have to read up on this bizarre law (bizzare because I have yet to understand it) and write the essay and hand it in before noon tomorrow (or was it 5pm?). I'm not going to take any risks... hahahahaha... taking up a law degree is already a big risk. If I finish this essay on time (and I will unless some cosmic power threatens to shake the earth anytime soon), I shall treat myself with a skirt I saw in a Covent Garden boutique. It's black, slightly below knee length, has two black bows on the front and is covered in pink and green little cats and dogs. There were only two skirts made; one a size 12 and one a size 10. A truly one-of-a-kind skirt for a one-of-a-kind gal :) The only reason that skirt is not already in my closet is that it is slightly out of my budget but after consulting Sophie Mills yesterday, I have been persuaded (although it was not very hard) that for a skirt no one else in London (and possibly the world) would have that I might run into (hahahahahahaha), 45 pounds is not a lot of money.


Another day, another blog. I am going to put the lush site on my blog to share the love.

Elena took the BBC Sex ID test today - the one I took before (my results are listed below) - and it turns out that her brain is less 'female' than mine but still 'female' I must add, if that makes any sense. My turn to bring food to RML tonight and I've decided on 2 very large bars of chocolate and a packet of crisps. I finish my shift at 5.30, will go get the food, then will go straight to church and sit in the gallery to read my Property law until dinner is served. Property law essay on covenants and leases is due this Friday and I honestly know nothing 'bout it (should I even admit to that?).

Last night I went out for dinner in Bertorelli and then had dessert in Live Bait. I had the fried shrimp/ prawn/ little fishy thing with proper raw salad and salad cream. It was my first meal under Secondi, which I always thought meant seconds but it actually means the main course. I usually opt for my seafood tagliatelle with red peppers or pizza Americano but the change was nice. Really nice. JP and Holty had fetucinne and Daryl had penne. I was disappointed that the dessert menu at Live Bait did not include a chocolate fudge cake of some sort but I settled for a chocolate fondant with creme fraiche(?) and warm chocolate sauce. I did not know that creme fresh (supposedly) was sour :( but it went well with the fondant that looked strangely like a muffin sliced in half. JP and Daryl both had white chocolate cheesecake and Holty had a cappucino and... ummm.... uh... ummm... what did Holty have? Oh,oh, I remember... the brioche that Sarah and Phil Blue really like.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

To do...

My to do list today includes:

Tesco - shop for the next month. All I have left in my store cupboard is Marmite, instant mash, a few tins of this and that, one packet of chow mien, 3 bottles of sweet and sour sauce, a few pig bones (hock), some frozen veggies and one container of cabbage soup. Not very nutritious at all. I am going to buy MEAT, FRUIT and VEGETABLES. Yum.

Carly's place - I need a photocopy card to print out stuff from the library.

Library - I need to photocopy my Property mini option texts.
- Study my Tax law seminar 1. Yes, intense revision has to commence some time.
- Try start looking at my Property essay due 11/03/05.

Shower - In case I forget, I thought I'd better write it down.

If I am succesful, I shall be the new owner of a computer by the end of next week.

I took a test...

to decide if I have a male brain or a female brain. These are the results.

This task tested your ability to identify the angle of a line by matching it with its twin. This is a spatial task, which looks at how you picture space.

Your score:14 out of 20
Average score for men: 16.4
Average score for women: 14.7

What does your result suggest?
If you scored 13 - 17: You found this test neither hard nor easy. This suggests your brain has male and female traits when it comes to spatial ability.

Spot the difference
This task tested your ability to identify which objects changed position.

Your score: 71%
Average score for men: 42%
Average score for women: 57%

If you scored between 67 - 100%: Those with a female-type brain generally score in this range. Your ability to remember where objects are may serve as an advantage to you when you're trying to find your way around places. You're more capable of recalling landmarks to get from one place to another. (Either that or I'm compulsive and obssessive...)

You said your RIGHT thumb was on top when you clasped your hands together.

Right thumb on top: This suggests the left half of your brain is dominant. Many studies have tried to establish whether there is a relationship between handedness and brain dominance. Some scientists believe that if you are left brain dominant, you would be more verbal and analytical.

Emotions and Systems
This task looked at whether you prefer to empathise or systemise.

Your empathy score is: 6 out of 20 (Goodness, I empathise like a bloke...)
Average score for men: 4 - 12
Average score for women: 8 - 15

What does your result suggest?
Empathisers are better at accurately judging other people's emotions and responding appropriately. If you scored 15 and above, you are very empathic and would be an ideal person to comfort people in a time of crisis. Women in general are better at empathising.

Your systemising score is: 10 out of 20
Average score for men: 8 - 16
Average score for women: 3 - 12

What does your result suggest?
Systemisers prefer to investigate how systems work. A system can be a road map, flat pack furniture, or a mathematical equation, anything that follows a set of rules. A score of 15 and above suggests you're good at analysing or building systems. Men in general are better at systemising.

This task tested your ability to judge people's emotions.
Your score: 6 out of 10
Average score: 6 - 9

What does your result suggest?
If you scored 4 - 6: Your result suggests you have a balanced female-male brain and find it neither easy nor difficult to judge people's emotions.

We asked for the measurements of your ring and index finger.

Your ratio came to:
Right Hand: 1.03
Left Hand: 1

Average ratio for men: 0.96
Average ratio for women: 1.00
It's thought that your ratio is governed by the amount of testosterone you were exposed to in your mother's womb. The ratio of the length of your index finger to the length of your ring finger is set for life by as early as three months after conception. Even during puberty, when we experience intensive hormonal changes, the ratio stays the same.

This task looked at how you rate the attractiveness of a series of faces. The images you looked at were digitally altered to create slight differences in masculinity. Your choices suggest you prefer more masculine faces.

Highly masculinised male faces possess more extreme testosterone markers such as a long, broad and lower jaw, as well as more pronounced brow ridges and cheekbones.

3D shapes
This task tested your ability to mentally rotate 3D shapes.

Your score: 10 out of 12
Average score for men: 8.4
Average score for women: 6.4

What does your result suggest?
If you scored 10 - 12: Are you an engineer or do you have a science background? People with these skills tend to score in this range. Past studies have concluded that people in this range have a more male brain. (ahhhh... more male brain...)

This task looked at your verbal fluency.

You associated:
19 word(s) with GREY and
15 word(s) that mean happy.

We are assuming that all the words you entered are correct. Scientists will be analysing your results in more detail.

Average score: 6 - 10 words (Whoa, I'm waaay above average. I talk too much?)

What do your results suggest?
If you produced 6 - 10 words: Most people in this range have a female-type brain. (Can I assume I am very female then?)

At the end of it all, on a scale of 0 to 100 both ways, my brain scored 50 female. What does that mean??!!?? Only 50 female??? But then, on average, women scored 50 female so I am blaming the 'women's lib' for that. Pah, women thinking like men. What is the world coming to?

LUSH addict

I think that's what I am. I think I heard a member of staff at the said venture comment to me that perhaps I had OD (over dose). I say I think because it appears that I cannot hear very well. Elena reckons she said OCD (Obssessive Compulsive Disorder) instead. It is true though that I love the shop and the smells. Mmmmmm... smells goooood. The nasal kick I get is sky high and adds to my already impulsive nature. Let it be known that LUSH is also listed as one of 'My Favourite Things,' a scrapbook of my favourite things that I am currently compiling, which include the way babies smell after they've had a bath, the Sound of Music musical, the Phantom of the Opera musical, fireworks, deep, luxurious, steaming hot baths (there are few things better than a long session of simmering in the tub whilst scrubbing my skin bright lobster red) and Wagamama. Of all the LUSH products available, I have bought:

Ma Bar
Youki-hi Ballistic
Turbo Bubble
Avobath (2)
Sex Bomb
Sinter Klaus (2)
Karma Bubble Bar Slice
Christmas Cracker (2)
Two-timing Tart
Creamy Candy Bath
Little Monkey
Blue Skies and Fluffy White Clouds

No doubt, they're expensive. So, I only use and give them on special occasions :) like when I'm going to meet people I have not met in a long time, birthdays, Christmas, Valentine's day, no reason day... I think I need to stop buying and start using. I used to be slightly obssessed with boots and now, LUSH products. I wonder what will be next?

Had carrot and corriander soup for lunch (plus a few chocolates) and one toasted bagel with margerine for breakfast. Therefore, I think that having a large mocha with english toffee syrup and a small bar of Cadbury bubbly for dinner is alright.

I am going to put daring, red highlights in my hair next Saturday. Sophie and I are going to Camden to get bleach and dye and then back to someone's place to put the mixture to work. I can hardly wait!

Friday, March 04, 2005

I have decided...

I will not apply for the position of editor for Kings Bench but if they can't find anyone else to do the job, then I'll be more than happy to step in. The current editors knew right from the start, over a year ago, that I wanted the post after they had run their course and I though that we had an agreement. Words are really worth pittance now a days. I will still contribute though and I guess I'll be able to add that on my CV :) Besides, seeing as I already have three media-based dot dot dots under my belt, maybe I should opt to improve other areas of my CV such as sport... being sports editor does not count. I also think that there are other priorities I have developed or rediscovered this year that will fill my time next year. It's somehow strange, as I said not to be linked with a magazine of some sort next year, but hey, I'm learning all about change so might as well put it into practice, right?

I will not be going to the cinema tonight with friends as I really need to crack my books. Maybe I should go out to buy a nutcracker from Tesco.

I will call my landlord this evening and ask him when the handyman is going to arrive to put shelves up in my room.

I am in the process of deciding whether or not I should purchase a second hand, three-year old computer, complete with printer and scanner for 250. I will measure the space left in my room to see if it will fit hence, my need to call the landlord. I think it's a good buy. What do you think?

The clouds are looking pretty now. Shades of oranges and greys, yellows, purples, pinks, blues, lavender... looks like a soft, fluffy and lightly textured souffle. The moon was looking nice the other night as well. All nice and full. Made me feel like howling but I didn't think my compatriot would have approved so I paced myself. The sky has also showered me with little presents of snowflakes this past week.

Hope all's well in your world. I have realised, to my horror, that I have potential to become a nag, if I am not already one!

Wednesday, March 02, 2005


Yup, it's confirmed, I am wearing spectacles. They're quite nice... I guess. Sarah said (and will continue saying, no?) that I look smart aka i-n-t-e-l-l-i-g-e-n-t in them. Elena said that it will help cover up what isn't there ;p

Went to Christianity Explored last night. Question: If God were to answer any question of yours at all, what would you ask Him? Whilst everyone thought of intelligent questions such as "Is there any hope for people who don't believe in the Bible?" and "How do we know the Bible has not lost / changed in meaning through constant translation?", I asked the first thing that spilled out of my brain, " Did dinosaurs exist?" Open mouth, insert foot.

"This is an important discussion you nimwit! Why did you have to go and inject some extinct reptilian in to the conversation?! Do you think I wasn't aware that you nearly gave the encyclopedic definition to the word dinosaur??!!??"
"At least I was honest with what I really wanted to know."
"Yes, but you wouldn't have to be honest if you didn't say anything at all."
"But everyone's asking the same questions people always ask ( whine, whine, whine)..."
" Then learn something from it for crying out loud! It's not like you know everything."
"No... I don't know if dinosaurs once existed."
( My conscience faints)

Another funny exchange yesterday was between Elena, Sarah and I. Elena said (to me):
Elena: You speak no sense (Paraphrasing. The message is the same).
Me: Speaking no sense is better than speaking nonsense.
Elena: Aegh? Do I speak nonsense?
Sarah: No sense and nonsense are the same. One of them has a space and in the other, the space is filled with an 'n.'
Me: An 'n'? Ann-ann was a male panda bear from Moscow who was brought to London in 1958 to mate with Chi-chi to have panda babies in the zoo. So nonsense means no panda bear sense.
Elena: Aegh?
(After investigating more evidence, Sarah and I agree it makes sense. I am still unsure about Elena's stand on the proposition.)
Me: So it means panda bears have sense. Cos if no sense is the same as no panda bear sense, then sense and panda bear sense mean the same thing. So panda bears have sense.
(Sarah again agrees. We retreat to the living room.)

Just another day in the life of a person living where we live.

Woke up at 5.30am this morning to do another crazy 6.45am shift which will end at 2.30pm. Walked to the bus stop with Bee Gees ringing in my ear. RML tonight. In between then and now I hope to get some studying done. Will be meeting up with JP next week!!! Possibly Nandos. Mmmmm...