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Whoever hit my 300th, I thank you ♥
It was a long, v. long way.
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London, Baby!!

Went to London today.
My nostrils are black now with the pollution, thanks!

I live 25 min away from London and hardly ever go there.
And when I do, I just do the same things,
(sometimes in different orders, with less options)

Early morning shopping at Camden,
which makes my fashion current of next 6 months or so,
then may or may not get a piercing there,
depending on what sort of fashion fever I get in that day,
Often have lunch at one of these stools which bear different
country names as to what dishes they offer, yet
serving exactly the same menu in each every one of them,

Get back to the station and get some cash at the corner bank,
and run in and out of the World's End to use loo,
back on tube,

Get off at Knightsbridge,
run, (hate that road) dash in and out of Harrods, (I shop for
my mum and I know where things are exactly, so need only
minutes, except for waiting to be waited.)

Tube again, to Leicester Sq.,
do the shopping, get sauces and dry goods,
go to this one restaurant,
have duck noodles,

And if still had some money left, finish it off with some theatre.

Today, I just did the Leicester Sq.
I love London, but I guess I just can't do it better.

So, am glad that I didn't do well in the job interview today,
can't work there, really. Nah wai.

Maria, Believe Me, I Like It LOUD

I love Scooter.

I made my dog's ears stand by taping them with cottons balls with masking tapes for about a week.
Am I shallow??

She is a yorkshire terrier, that's what they do, THOUGH.

Perv

When you go out to get really drunk,
because you are fed up with your current situation,
the last thing you want is to bump into your ex,
with love of his life whom you were told you never live up to.

The good thing is that he is so unrecognizablly changed, thanks to his newer ex who told him to grow
bush on his face,
you could almost convince yourself that the person is actually NOT the person you were with for 13 months and in the end left you for your exact replica, only prettier.

I thank thee Philly, I did have good time in the end.

Cocktails

We have a corner bar in our work place.
We usually serve shots from this unequipped box of a bar.

One day, one staff started rambling on his ideas on how to make this box more profitable.
"I always thought that we should serve cocktails there.
I'm sure students would buy some nice cocktails to woo some girls.
All we need is what we already have, just a few bottles of liqures, that's all we need on top."

This was actually a good idea, IF all the staff could learn how to mix cocktails.
After all, we are just a student pub, so cocktails are not so much of a money maker, but it can be a nice freshness to bring into this place.

All of us started on how to make this idea come true.
Some even began on which cocktails we can mix, and which we can't.

Then, suddenly, a girl opens her mouth,

"But, we are going to serve them in plastic cups, yeah?"

We all just shut up,
and never talked about cocktails again, ever.

Sorry, Seb, you still rock, though.

Quiet Wednesday in a Dry House

We finished work almost all at once, and I walked home with my beloved bosses (one is the Dopey Dude) and one of then looked at his watch and says,
"Oh, my god, it's not even 4 O'Clock."
Yep, that is my work pattern, and that's why I never sleep at night.
And it WAS quiet for Wednesday, even though we had an opening for part of our building after its renovation.

It was so boring for me, I began reading "Twelveth Night".
Then I come home and find two air-dryers humming in my rooms, extracting air into comfy dryness,  while me sipping Carlsberg..

I love my life, and the only thing missing right now is probably my fear. Why am I so fearless?

Herald

My Herald is gone. (Sigh)
She looked sad on a tow truck.
I love youuuuu...

Favourites

I don't write about MUSIC, FILMS and TVs in MySpace About Me section. It's not that I don't have any favourite music or films.
Oh, I don't really watch TV, though. I always suspected that there is nothing more boring than reading through what music/films somebody you never met happens to like. I don't even want to know what films my mates like. Maybe because my life is based around students, but people tend to watch same TV shows and FILMS as their friends have. This gives them something to bond over with.

MUSIC can be different, a lot of us actually have strong taste in genres of music we listen to, but that is exactly the reason why I don't like talking about it with other people. I never had a chat with anyone about music without having some disagreements;
people are more than likely to criticize on your taste in music, with pleasure.

I never dated anyone with taste in music I didn't raise my eyebrows;
I don't expect the others to do otherwise.
Yeah, I love Britney Spears,
but I do know good music, and what I deeply like.
If I really start talking about music, nobody can follow me (I studied it quite a bit,) so it is easier to just say,
"Yeah, I love cheese."

The reason I refused to talk about films is a bit similar to this.
I just am VERY fussy about films.
And I just love slugging films off if they don't agree with my taste.
And I completely over-rate distastefulness in film viewing.
It is coming from some experiences with my pervert ex, I guess.

Before the pervert I was just nerdy film lover who knew a little too much trivia.
Because of the pervert I have became someone who identifies films as political or even religious beliefs. It IS sad.

The reason I wrote these was, I was filing up all my MP3 files, as well as making up playlists many times, after WMP crushed numerous times. This activity does force myself to review my history of music. And, there are truly good pieces of music in this world. And there are songs which just stuck with your times of your life. They work at certain times of the life and everytime you listen to them, all the memory of that period just flood back to you.

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You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singin'
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
Won't give you money
I can't give you the sky
Your better off if you don't ask why
I'm not the reason that you go astray and
We'll be all right if you don't ask me stay

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(Yeah, right (!) I am so glad that my phase of this song is OVER.)

Gig (NOT Gigli)

Today, I DID go to my gig.
Since we are made to sign the declaration,
I'm guessing that not talking about it is probably the right way to go, and since many a people are getting fired over their blogs, maybe I shouldn't say this, but I am testing some products in this gig. And they are minging. And this will go on for a few more days.
We were testing out some booze with coke (liquid one) mixture, and answering some simple questions.
Funnily enough, the testing team recruited us all in a same place (my work building) resulting all of my work people to gather together.
Even the guy in a lab coat who was handing us booze was my customer.

I remember when I did the pot noodle gig.
It was not THE pot noodle, but one of newer ones,
and we had to eat 5 pots of it. They were quite nice, let alone myself being a noodle addict, and I pretty much ate them all.
Had some trouble walking home, I remember.
I am planning to get to that state in the final day, I will empty all the sample cups, till the last drop.
Oh, what a wonderful life! Everyone benefits and everyone is happy, this is the solution for the world peace (free booze sampling...?)

I Am a Sleepless Worker Now

I got up this morning, and got ready to go to a gig (it's like a job but is much smaller, and is often one-off,) wearing Debra Messing pants and a black T-shirts. I was about to put socks on...YES, I put socks last...when realized it was Sunday.

Never thought that would happen to me, a permanent student!
I will sleep through a war if permitted. Why would I wake up on a Sunday? I hate Sundays!

I am actually a little hesitant to call myself INSOMNIA, just because
I only have problems getting TO sleep, not STAYING asleep.
I can never sleep, and I can never wake up.
Do you call that insomnia??

After re-checking the day on TV, since I still haven't got this year's calendar, I just sat back on the sofa with my bitches, pulling a duvet around me, trying to go back to nodding. I didn't go back to sleep till 5 hrs later.

People Magazine

Jude Law is hitching, who thought he was going to pick up some teenager, like everyone else?

And NOW
WHO's going to be the next Mrs Pitt???
Every time Brad Pitt breaks up with someone,
I get more and more skeptical about human emotions.

I don't believe in love,
but I'd like to see some other people do.

Arrival of THE Magnet

Waiting for days, knowing that it would take more than overnite after ordering it, because it was the holiday season, but still frustrated, for the magnet to arrive.

IF you EVER need a magnet for ANY reason,
the best place to find it is on the internet.
Places like ToysRus and STAPLES
do not carry strong enough ones for your need
(whatever that is.)

Anyway, one morning an envelope arrives through my post, and there it was!!
I seriously had a trouble finding the magnet in the envelope.
It was THAT small. It was about half the size of my ear.
(Check my pic !)
But this magnet supposed to pull 2.2kg, which means you need only 12 of them to pick up an Olsen twin.
I was in deep doubt on its ability, it was just SO small!

But I paid good money for it (like, 5 quid!!!), so there I went,
tie a long long woolen yarn,
dip the anchor down, my ear attached to the insulation cover,
trying to hear "clink" of the magnet intacting the wrench.
"I can't hear ANYTHING. Has the wrench melted??"

I'd better dip a ladle to search the bottom of the tank and locate the wrench before launching the weapon, I thought.
So, I pulled out the magnet,
and THERE IT WAS!!
Intact as Liam Gallagher's brows, or even like that KISSING painting by Klimt...

So, I got my wrench back.

And now I have a tiny and VERY reliable magnet on my fridge.
(Told you that the size doesn't matter.)

What am I going to use it for next??

Back to School

My long long Christmas vacation is final and am back to work this morning.
Bad sleeping habit I picked up during the holiday is still haunting me,
I can't seem to sleep, so will have to skip the sleeping and go to work in a few hrs.


HERALD did come, was somewhat interesting.
I won't write them here, though.

Have you ever felt like,
you are at the absolute bottom of everything, when considering your life?
And it is always true that,
when you are certain than nothing of your life can get any worse, it will.

Well, basically, my premonitions were saying that, I have actually seen the bottom,
and that I have no chice
but to climb up from there,
whether I'd like to, or not.

I thought that was cute.

Total Shock

I dropped a spanner into my heating tank, while trying to unclog the pipe, which was blocked by Berkshire's famous lime scales.

I squeezed myself in between the tank and the hot air cupboard walls for hrs, trying to fish it out with ladles, magnatized drivers/philips, wooden spoons and a hammer, and decided that if I slip, I will end up
breaking my neck bone, as I will be trapped by the insulator.

I now need to buy some industrial magnet to literally stick it out from the tank the size of a small composter.

It is just so sad when something you could almost foresee in your head before it happens, then it really happens just as you saw.

Like de ja view. (How do you spell it??)

Great Start

I had the cracking start for the new year.

 I had enough drinks before the new year, and I just have done 3 hrs of heated arguing with my lodger over horror films,

then started having a craving for lo-mein (Japanese one, by the way,) and made myself the 2 quid special instant noodle in a square package. One of those with holes on the lid and you have to drain hot water from them after 3 minutes.

After eating the package full of noodle I've decided it was hardly enough, so went on cooking linguine with cod-roe sauce.
It was yummy and at the same time was making me sick from all the marinating olive oil.

Was about 1.30am and I've decided to pass out, instead of resisting the forces of nature;
was telling me to black out.

Then I got up at 2.30, and done really good stomach emptying job. Now my abdomen is completely vacated, like I went through a de-tox.

What a lovely way to start 01/01/05.

It now is 8am and I feel great, feel brand-new!!

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I haven't heard from this year's HERALD.
I usually get some sort of premonitions at the
beginning of a year.
I am not superstitious at all, but I have been having
vivid visions every year, which normally come true.
I think, that it is me determining myself in the fair sight,
taking the consideration on my surroundings and
happenings, and just come up with very accurate
forecasts for the year.
Like, last year, it was telling me that
I am getting rid of my boyfriend,
and that I was getting engaged after.
And that I will have my ex coming around for a bonus
shag in first 10 days of December.
And that I was to have some sort of a reconciliation with Dopie dude. They ALL came true. (!!)
It is pretty exciting, whether I believe it or not, to hear from my HERALD.
If I keep up with this, I am sure to know when I die, and stuff.