Friday, February 24, 2006

Teeth and pie

I have decided to ask Olly to ask his friend to extract my tooth (teeth). There are at least 2 I want to get rid off - one below and one above. It'll be for free I hope - his friend is a student dentist and I guess every student needs a guinea pig to practise on. I could go to a qualified dentist but that'll cost a bomb. I'm just a little worried that he'll not put enough local anaesthetic in and I'll be gripped in pain. Ever since I was a kid, I liked pulling my teeth. I would waggle it with my tongue and pull it out during class to freak my classmates out. Maybe I should eat less pie...

You Are Pumpkin Pie

You're the perfect combo of uniqueness and quality
Those who like you are looking for something (someone!) special

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Tagged!

I've been tagged by Iain to tell you guys 5 things about me you DIDN'T know. Although that's quite hard cos I open my mouth and lots of stuff (as long as they aren't secrets) come out! I'll try. Here goes 5 random facts you didn't know about me before.

1. A rat died in the attic above the ceiling, on the right corner, in my bedroom, in Malaysia. It stank my room out but I had no idea that the stench was caused by a dead rat. By the way my sis and dad know this fact but does family count for this?

2. The toenails on the littlest toe on my right and left foot respectively are permanently split. If I keep my toenails too long they branch out into 2 toenails instead of just one long one. If I keep them short, the split is still visible but isn't as apparent. Sounds freakish doesn't it?

3. My nickname on IRC (Internet Relay Chatroom) was {^bLuR^}. Self-explanatory.

4. A few nights ago, I dreamt that Phil Blue stole my baby.

5. I have a piggybank called Hamlett - spelt double 'T' on purpose - which I designed myself.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Learning by association

I announced to my housemate last night that I was going to start studying. I gathered my books, sat by the coffee table... and finished reading Bridget Jones' Diary; the Edge of Reason. Elena looked up and said, "I thought you said you were going to study."
I replied, "I am. Mr. Darcy is a Human Rights lawyer."

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Scary scary scary

One of the scariest trials a student has to go through over and over again throughout his or her academic life is the process of obtaining references. Although surprisingly, none of my tutors have ever been out to get me, I am still scared everytime I have to sheepishly approach another tutor to ask meekly, if he could be my reference. I approach tail between my legs, allowing only the slightest of wags, with (or what I hope to be) a combination of facial expressions and well-placed feet shuffles. My combination usually comprises the following expressions in no particular sequence or frequency:

Puppy-dog
You-are-needed
I-am-pretending-that-you-have-all-the-power-over-my-immediate-future
I-am-helpless
I-am-hopeless
...Clueless

I feel like a right silly doing that but I've done it so mnay times before it's a part of me whenever such and such a situation arises and it's worked before so I hope it'll work this time.

Arrrghhh!!!! My mind is filled with online application images and technical terminology. Forget eating, breathing, living, I just want to get this application over and done with. My life is full of lists. I misplaced my planner for 2 days and all I could do was sit about the house moping cos I couldn't refer to tangible evidence of how my next 3 days were going even though I knew what I would be doing in detail. Sean dragged me to church else I would have liked to just sit in my pyjamas and let the world go by without a care (just because I lost my diary). I am so unwilling...

Have started my dissertation on the Philosophy of Punishment and it is brilliantly hardcore.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Her cheesiness

Saturday morning and the house is silent (as houses generally are). My two housemates went off to a girls' convention that's going to have seminars about, among other things, how to glorify God during PMT. I think I have PMT/ PMS (does it make a difference??) 24/7. Take now for example, it's nowhere near that time (yes, thank you Debs for sharing that, we all needed to know) and I am feeling groggy, grumpy and grrrrrrrrr. Maybe it's a build-up of stress which I need to dance off or skate off... I could go skating at 2. The only 3 noises my over 20 ears can pick up are, the sound of the laptop warming up, the occasional plane flying in my airspace (although legally, my airspace just covers the first 200 meters above ground level) and Benson barking. The over 2 thing just a dig at the new gadget people especially shopkeepers are instaling to rid anti-social behaviour. There is this box (quite a big one) that sits in this cage (very obvious) and it remits signals at frequencies only under 20s can hear. Great, more reason to rejoice that my hearing is going; I can be anti-social hahaha. There goes another plane...

Am feeling like mascarpone. Made a very nice white chocolate and caramelised hazelnut cheesecake last night. It has an extremely light texture so if I become too heavy handed with it, I might as well kiss my cake bye bye as I watch it sink into the middle, splurge over the cake base and mess up the kitchen floor. Will make the orange sauce to go with it later. Am hosting a three course meal themed around chocolate tonight; salsa bruschetta with chocolate, lamb with chocolate and white chocolate cake. Chocolate, chocolate, chocolate. Too much of it and you either love it more or get put off... for about a day, week, month, year, forever? We might even watch Chocolat, which has a delectable Johnny Depp in it.

OWWWWW, I've just cracked the bones in my neck and now I can't face right. Can I? Oooh, tiny bit. I'm okay. I haven't figured out why I'm so agitated today. Twitchy. Jumpy. Aggressive. Snappy. Flighty.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Yesterday... all my troubles seemed so far away

Kay, V-day yesterday y'all. What did ja do?

I had lunch with the Principal of King's College... and the Vice Principal and the Humanities head and the Registrar and Lord Plant (who taught in my Jurisprudence lectures). I wish that at least half of the 50 randomly selected people turned up. There were about 10 students altogether and too many staff members. Freaky. I was there mainly for the free food but felt guilty just hovering round the table so I tried to talk to this lady but didn't seem to get any conversation going. I nearly asked her if she liked fishing out of frustration cos I didn't know what topic to cover. That said, I did draw a smile from her when I asked if there was a certain ettiquette required in picking food from the table cos man the food was POSH! I mean, everyone picks up food with their right hand so it gets all oily and greasy and then someone important comes along and you can't put out your hand to shake it. Anyway, no need to go into the yummy prawn thingies or chicken this and chicken that; it was all good. The funniest moment was when I laid eyes on the registrar and he laid eyes on me.... oooh.... now where is this going? We both knew for certain that we'd seen one another around but had no idea where. For about 15 minutes the polite talk people were having around me vanished and all my mind was trying to figure out was where I had seen this Brian Salter guy before (he was wearing a really nice tie too - it had green turtles all over it). My brain cells were ready to explode when he said "The gym!" Of course the gym. Everything suddenly made sense and I felt really chuffed that I was probably the only person in the room who had seen our registrar in gym gear. Did you know... that our Principal's favourite historical moment is the Great Exhibition when Crystal Palace was erected in Hyde Park?

After lunch I went ice skating. After ice skating , I went to Cards Galore and bought a red, helium-filled balloon. I wrote, 'TO OLLY' on it and to finish it off with a flourish, drew on a smiley face. I had to keep the balloon in a bag until I arrived the room where CU was going to hold their meeting. It's hard keeping a balloon that just wants to escape in a bag and it looks funny too. Anyway, no one was around and I tied the balloon to a chair and left, giggling uncontrollably as I went. I then went on to prayer meeting before CU so that no one would suspect a thing cos then I would have had several witnesses to provide me with an alibi. Elena knew what I did cos I told her days ago. When I saw Olly in the prayer room, I nearly burst out laughing, which could have potentially wrecked my plan, but thankfully they were in the middle of a prayer so I couldn't possibly laugh now, could I? Went to CU and everyone was puzzled at the floating addition to the room. Just before the meeting started, Olly came up to me and said in a really serious tone, "I want to talk to you later." My glee sank to my stomach. I thought he'd found out that I was the one who had played the trick (it's a trick cos I don't want Olly as my Valentine :p) and that he thought it was inappropriate and I'd get a telling off and then it wouldn't be fun anymore and on and on and on.... so I didn't really enjoy the meeting yesterday. I kept on thinking he was going to be rude and mean and that I'd have to guard my patch and keep my dignity. I was thinking of ways to answer him while Saatchi was up in front talking about how heresy falls into two main categories; Jesus minus and Jesus plus. But hey, he didn't want to talk to me about the balloon; he didn't even know it was me until I admitted it and then he laughed and everything was okay again :) Why do people scare me like that? Using serious tones and lowered voices when I didn't do anything wrong!!!!!!! Holty did that when I was in my first year and I had to get people to pray for me cos I was seriously psyched out. Arrrggghhh!!!!!!!! So, there goes my Valentine's day, there she blows! No doughnuts though...

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Jesus Freak by DC talk

Separated I cut myself clean
From a past that comes back in my darkest of dreams
Been apprehended by a spiritual force
And a grace that's replaced all the me I've divorced
I saw a man with a tattoo on his big fat belly
It wiggled around like marmalade jelly
It took me a while to catch what it said
Cause I had to match the rhythm of his belly with my head
Jesus Saves is what it raved in a typical tattoo green
He stood on a box in the middle of the city
And claimed he had a dream
What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus freak
What will people do when they find that it's true
I don't really care if they label me a Jesus freak
Cause there aint no disguising the truth
Kamikaze my death is gain
I've been marked by my maker
A peculiar display
The high and lofty they see me as weak
Cause I won't live and die for the power the seek
There was a man from the dessert with naps in his head
The sand that he walked was also his bed
The words that he spoke made the people assume
There wasn't too much left in the upper room
With skins on his back and hair on his face
They thought he was strange by the locusts he ate
The Pharisees tripped when they heard him speak
Until the king took the head of this Jesus freak
What will people think when they hear that I'm a Jesus freak
What will people do when they find that it's true
I don't really care if people label me a Jesus freak
Cause there aint no disguising the truth
People say I'm strange does that make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger
People say I'm strange does that make me a stranger
That my best friend was born in a manger
What will people think
What will people think
What will people do
What will people do
I don't really care
What else can I say
There aint no disguising the truth
Jesus is the way

Don't holler at me











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Friday, February 10, 2006

Food critique

Extracts from the criminal procedure code of the Russian Federation of 2001 dealing mainly with procedure

Chapter 3. Criminal Prosecution
Article 29. Powers of a Court
Section 2. In the course of judicial or pre-trial proceedings, only a court may make the following decisions:
Subsection 7,

"to seize objects and documents that contain information about deposits and accounts with banks and other credit institutions"

After talking about doughnuts in the previous blog and singing the 'Chutney' and 'Magical Trevor' songs repetitively with Elena last night, I had food on the brain and read the above extract given today in class as,

"to seize objects and doughnuts..."

Why am I doing Law when all I think about is food? Maybe I should do my dissertation on food law. If I make the examiner drool while marking my essays, I would have achieved a great thing only, I would also have large splotches of saliva on my paper. Maybe then the examiner would feel guilty and just give me a first anyway.

Extract from Magical Trevor song:
Back, back, the cow is back,
Back from his magical journey,
(Interviewing the cow)
What did you see
in the parallel dimension?
(Answer)
He saw beans
lots of beans,
lots of beans,
lots of beans,
He saw beans
lots of beans,
lots of beans,
lots of beans.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

My Valentine Day presents

A cute little section in the Lite Standard (page 12, Thursday 9 February 2006) listed out a selection of potential 'under 10 pounds' gifts.

Hat peg
Glass vase
Thorton's chocolate ("I love you" spelt out)
Toast rack
Paper mache rat
Set of matches
Candles in the shape of guess what? I love you.
Matching mugs
One dozen Krispy Kremes
Pocket mirror
Liquorice
Sweet/ soap dish
Photo album

My schedule for V-day stands at sleeping in, tucking into a buffet lunch, maybe working or skating and then attending CU. Yeah, the best present ever... free, unlimited fodder. Actually, not the best present ever; no one can top what Jesus has given me so sorry to anyone who thought they could top free food. By the way, you don't have to wait for V-day to impress me with free doughnuts. Please bear in mind I don't like coconut or pieces of fruit on/ in my doughnut... chocolate coated ones (inside and out) are a sure-fire winner. I can eat 6 at one go... and I was controlling myself.

Or sushi.

Or duck. Chinese roasted duck with all the fat or aromatic crispy with hoi sin sauce. Mmmmmmm......

Forget flowers unless they're the non-supermarket/ garage variety unless you actually planned in advance to grow them yourself but I seriously doubt ANY guy would do that. However, if by funny, funny chance there is and the flowers are for me, I haven't got a vase so you'll have to get that as well :)

So, to put my spin on the list set out by the newspaper,
I don't need a hat peg but I need a foldable umbrella; one of those small ones that can fit into any bag no matter how small.
A glass vase would be cool if it came with flowers, preferably live rather than dead.
I won't complain at Thorton's chocolate but I draw a line at marzipan/ liquor/ berry-filled affiliated ones.
As much as I like the idea of a toast rack, I'll only use it when guests sleep over.
I'm born in the year of the Rat (Chinese calender) but I'm not a big fan of them; think more horses, dogs, large feline, killer whales and polar bears.
If you want to get me fire power, I would rather fireworks, lighter or bunsen burner instead of matches.
I like scented candles, either ivory or plain coloured so that the wax doesn't cause havoc with cleaning up.
We have too many mugs in the house.
I think I've covered the doughnut section quite well.
I would like a pocket mirror.
I don't like liquorice at all but I like strawberry laces (yes, to eat).
I don't eat sweets or use soap; I eat chocolates and use hand wash.
A photo album would be neat if it were filled.

Let the presents roll in!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Having fun

I don't know whether to feel puffed up or utterly stupid. Went to get my ice skates sharpened today - Streatham looks such an interesting place to shop, unfortunately time was not on my side - and the very nice man behind the counter took one look at my skates and asked incredulously, "You have been skating on these?" I nodded meekly, "Yes" and he and the other guy in the shop started laughing and asking me whether I had felt like Bambi on ice. I felt puffed up because I have managed to skate with these skates; I decided long ago that using the old adge, "An artist is only as good as his tools" and blaming everything from the ice to the weather to my skates did nothing for my skill or confidence except to prevent the truth from coming out, that it was my fault and my lack of ability alone that stopped me from skating the way any other 5-year old seems capable of. I have gritted my teeth and forced myself forward (looking more like a seal at a belly flop party than a penguin gliding effortlessly) and now this dude was telling me that with the state my skates were in, I wasn't meant to skate at all. I bought skate-guards, bag etc etc and then popped into the high street to go shopping and I tried on some really nice stuff but again the clock wasn't on my side and I had to rush to get to work on time so couldn't buy my nice stuff...

Stuff. Things. Wing-dings. Mish-mash. Wish-wash. Ding-dongs. Thingamajids. Hoo-ha. Bla bla bla. Yatta yatta yatta. Etc. Words that were created to mean nothing. Or, if anything at all, to propose dubiousness, vagueness and ambiguity. Do you think less of people who use such words? Do you turn your intellectual noses down at the floppiness of expression? The unpolished sounds-likes? The unsophisticated rhyme? The carelessness behind not looking for the 'proper' word? Are you aggravated by incessant question marks????? If so, then maybe, you might want to consider the possibility that there is a high probability, that you are not inclined towards the creative arts.

2 books arrived for me today, Refuting Compromise and Refuting Evolution. Both advocate the literal interpretation of Genesis, which I agree with and I can't wait to dig in.

Shopping vs saving money for next year....

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Green light

I've just been given the go-ahead by my parents to apply for the Masters of Laws (LLM). I'll worry about the financial implications that will have later; if it's God's pleasure that I stay, woo hoo, if it's His pleasure that I return to Malaysia, woo hoo too! I believe He will provide, as He always does. I'm not saying that I'll just sit back and wait for the silver spoon, in fact quite the opposite, if my application is successful, I'll have to work all summer to pay off fees. I was telling Victoria that it almost seems illogical, my wanting to stay. If I return home now, I'll already be in a position of 'financial security' - what an awful phrase - and with an oversease degree, hey, I'll have all the security and status I want right? Staying will mean struggling. So, am I ambitious or do I just like making life a drama for myself?

By the way, engagement list for the year is as follows;

Tara and Joe
Carly and Matt
Rebecca and Sim
Eileen and Alfred
Heather and Philip(?) - He proposed while she was walking the dog

Do you want to add your name to the list?

Saturday, February 04, 2006

Turn of events

Today has been a day of surprises.
Firstly, a good friend is now engaged! I have to ask permission before disclosing names but if you want to know, maybe the next entry will reveal all..

Secondly, I received a letter from college; it wasn't to say that I'd been let off my course! Quite the contrary, I will be lunching with the principal of King's College on Valentine's Day!!! Despite it being with 49 other people, I'm sure I'll be able to catch a glimpse of the dude. I don't even know his name! So, what is the real story? I have been selected at random, together with 49 other students from King's College, Strand Campus, to lunch with the principal in a move to 'upgrade' Kings from one of excellence to one which oozes world standard.

Anyway, am still awaiting confirmation from my parents as to whether I have the green light to apply to do a masters in Law (LLM) at Kings next year. I also did ALL my hand-wash laundry today! Woo hoo - it's the little things in life and it starts with me.

Friday, February 03, 2006

My favourite song to waltz to (for the time being)

"See The Day"
Girls Aloud
When you look at me
Tell me what you see
Do you see no love at all?
Or do you see in me
What you always see
In every girl that you fall for
I will show you how love is meant to be
Just watch and learn and listen to me
[CHORUS]
Will you ever see the day
Heartache leads astray
Good love will always come from me
Will you ever learn to love
Without a little doubt
Good love will always come from me
When you look away
Is it mean to say
That she haunts you night and day
And does it hurt your heart
When I say let's start
To heal the part that's been torn
Don't you see that I'm really worth a try
And I say to you I know just what to do
[CHORUS]
Don't you see that I
I'm really worth a try
And I say to you
I know just what to do
[CHORUS X2 (to fade)]

Law ball

Should I go to what could possibly be my last Law Ball of my life? Sigh... I'll list what I don't have ie will have to get and maybe I'll be able to work out whether going is worth it despite it being at The Dorchester:

Dress - 180 (approx.)
Matching shoes - 20 (after sale)
Handbag - 20 (pure guess)
Ball ticket - 75 (crazy)
Taxi hire - 25 (if traffic is slow)
Hairdresser - 5 (if I can get the Toni and Guy student special on time)
Hair (cont...) - 35 (if I don't get the special)
Escort - ??? (really, no idea, unless anyone would willingly be my date...)
Post-Ball food - 10 (I think I'll still be hungry after the thimble sized portion of whatever they'll be serving!!)

So that's a total of 365 if I don't get the specially reduced haircut and without a date. That's nuts!

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Substitute

I had to teach Jordan, Emily and Yanousha ballroom dancing yesterday because Hoong Wai was training for his upcoming competition this Saturday. Not that I mind helping out (although if HW weren't my friend I might not be as patient), but I felt like such a fake. I've only been dancing for a little over a month and my lessons have come, 50-50, first from ballroom lessons and second, from online videos and movies. So, I am hardly qualified to lead, let alone teach. Anyway, that said, I hope they had fun. I taught them the cha-cha and did a zig-zag waltz with each of them. It was the first time I had to play the guy half and I got a bit confused... Now I feel like the pressure's on to learn more dances before next Wednesday in case another competition's looming round the corner and my humble services get called upon again.

I thought I had lost my RML Bible study prep book. Ran round the house looking for it yesterday before leaving Sarah 2 very frantic and hyperventilated phone calls telling her I was taking her RML book as my back up. Luckily, she wasn't at RML and I found my RML book (or Lauren found it) in the Lost and Found section in church. Nigel stood in to lead cos Pearcy had some professional dateline to pay attention to. He remembered my name!!! Although I wish he didn't cos then I would have been lulled into a sense of security that if he didn't know my name, I wouldn't have to answer any questions. Anna brought liquor filled chocolates to the table. I love chocolates, but dislike alcohol. Took one popped the whole thing into my mouth and crammed it down hard. The alcohol hit me like a warm, chlorine ridden swimming pool in an enclosed area; it went straight up my nostrils to my brain. I couldn't possibly spit it out so I had to force myself to swallow without looking like I was dying. Let it be a lesson not to over-indulge in chocolate. What looks good on the outside may not be as pleasing on the inside.