I wanted to embed this but I couldn't so I'm just pasting the link.
I LOVE the stair scene in this and I implore you all to watch it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5LxZ0zTx0s
2007/12/14
2007/12/12
Rinse cycle
I've had my current washing machine for a while now but I never ever figured out how to just put the clothes on rinse after having washed them, I always thought you had to just super rinse them once you had finishing washing.
Recently, I've had a lot of washing to do, mainly because I was lazy this weekend gone and thus have three weeks backlog of Simon's stuff to wash (tis a glamorous life).
I've been really busy at work this week but today I made the resolution that I would wash all his clothes that he had worn in America so I got home from work, got into my pj's and wacked all his clothes into the washing machine. The only problem with this was the fact that he had a lot of clothes as he went to work, wore clothes around the hotel and then also went out, this adds up to a maximum of three changes a day as he sleeps in his boxers (God bless that body of his..man, the fun a girl can have..).
The washing machine can only take 6kg washes at a time and I've never measured how many clothes this is although an indicator is given in the manual (which by the way, is really crap as I figured out everything this machine does by myself). I know roughly how much you can put in there and I normally stick to it but today was no normal day as I had a mission.
So, I chucked all his clothes in the machine, struggled with the machine door, put in the fabric softner (concentrate..very conscious of our carbon footprint are we) and the Persil and whacked the door shut.
One hour and 32 minutes later (extra time for the super rinse, normally tis one hour 23) the clothes are ready to come out. I'm waiting there with my washing basket so I can hang them out in the conservatory area (they will dry because of how cold it is outside) and the clothes come out soaking wet. Well, that's a lie actually, the clothes nearest the front were closest to being freshly washed and rinsed, the middle bunch were wet and the poor sods at the back were soaking..and to top it off, a pair of my kecks had lodged themselves in the plastic/rubber tubing you get at the front of the machine. That reminds me, that isn't the first time that has happened, once the machine jammed and when the repairman came around he found a pair of my pants clogging up the pipe which is funny because my pants aren't even that big. What was even funnier was the fact that I wasn't home when he called, Simon was. I was laughing about that for months after, Simon went red in the face when handed the pants and negated to tell the dude that he actually had a wife who lived in the house and wore women's pants (as one would do). I doubt the dude would have believed him though as for some reason, that whole batch of washing contained my unmentionables and Simon's clothes..no other women's clothing. I think I might get one of those bags you can put in your washing machine and just chuck the kecks in there so they don't get lost..but I worry that might not clean them properly. I could wash by hand but that takes too long and I don't have that much time. I only wash the ones you are meant to wash, the super super super super super expensive, keep for a special occasion pairs.
Anyway, as usual I digress. The clothes were wet and I wasn't happy so I fiddled with a few buttons and pressed one shaped like an arrow which had a little light next to it and some symbols. When it was on (what I assume was) the rinse button (the light next to the symbol came on) I decided to try my luck. How did I know this was the rinse button? Well, I thought a rinse wouldn't take long and when I had the light on my newly found rinse button, a number came up on the screen..16 (I found out later that this was a very high number as you can do a normal load in about 12), the other buttons produced much bigger numbers (some even going back into the hours!) so I knew that I had found the baby.
The clothes were rinsed on the highest spin cycle setting (once I'd done a test batch on a lower setting) and they came out super dry.
I was so impressed with myself that I phoned my Mum to tell her that I'd cracked the old rinse mystery and now I have to go show her how to do it.
I've always wanted to know how to do the rinsing because I hate going out in the winter to hang my washing up but now I can just put it on super rinse and most of the stuff comes out pretty dry. It's better than putting it in a dryer too as the washing machine doesn't shrink stuff.
God, I'm fast becoming the domestic goddess I loathed as a child and that my mother wished I would one day become.
Recently, I've had a lot of washing to do, mainly because I was lazy this weekend gone and thus have three weeks backlog of Simon's stuff to wash (tis a glamorous life).
I've been really busy at work this week but today I made the resolution that I would wash all his clothes that he had worn in America so I got home from work, got into my pj's and wacked all his clothes into the washing machine. The only problem with this was the fact that he had a lot of clothes as he went to work, wore clothes around the hotel and then also went out, this adds up to a maximum of three changes a day as he sleeps in his boxers (God bless that body of his..man, the fun a girl can have..).
The washing machine can only take 6kg washes at a time and I've never measured how many clothes this is although an indicator is given in the manual (which by the way, is really crap as I figured out everything this machine does by myself). I know roughly how much you can put in there and I normally stick to it but today was no normal day as I had a mission.
So, I chucked all his clothes in the machine, struggled with the machine door, put in the fabric softner (concentrate..very conscious of our carbon footprint are we) and the Persil and whacked the door shut.
One hour and 32 minutes later (extra time for the super rinse, normally tis one hour 23) the clothes are ready to come out. I'm waiting there with my washing basket so I can hang them out in the conservatory area (they will dry because of how cold it is outside) and the clothes come out soaking wet. Well, that's a lie actually, the clothes nearest the front were closest to being freshly washed and rinsed, the middle bunch were wet and the poor sods at the back were soaking..and to top it off, a pair of my kecks had lodged themselves in the plastic/rubber tubing you get at the front of the machine. That reminds me, that isn't the first time that has happened, once the machine jammed and when the repairman came around he found a pair of my pants clogging up the pipe which is funny because my pants aren't even that big. What was even funnier was the fact that I wasn't home when he called, Simon was. I was laughing about that for months after, Simon went red in the face when handed the pants and negated to tell the dude that he actually had a wife who lived in the house and wore women's pants (as one would do). I doubt the dude would have believed him though as for some reason, that whole batch of washing contained my unmentionables and Simon's clothes..no other women's clothing. I think I might get one of those bags you can put in your washing machine and just chuck the kecks in there so they don't get lost..but I worry that might not clean them properly. I could wash by hand but that takes too long and I don't have that much time. I only wash the ones you are meant to wash, the super super super super super expensive, keep for a special occasion pairs.
Anyway, as usual I digress. The clothes were wet and I wasn't happy so I fiddled with a few buttons and pressed one shaped like an arrow which had a little light next to it and some symbols. When it was on (what I assume was) the rinse button (the light next to the symbol came on) I decided to try my luck. How did I know this was the rinse button? Well, I thought a rinse wouldn't take long and when I had the light on my newly found rinse button, a number came up on the screen..16 (I found out later that this was a very high number as you can do a normal load in about 12), the other buttons produced much bigger numbers (some even going back into the hours!) so I knew that I had found the baby.
The clothes were rinsed on the highest spin cycle setting (once I'd done a test batch on a lower setting) and they came out super dry.
I was so impressed with myself that I phoned my Mum to tell her that I'd cracked the old rinse mystery and now I have to go show her how to do it.
I've always wanted to know how to do the rinsing because I hate going out in the winter to hang my washing up but now I can just put it on super rinse and most of the stuff comes out pretty dry. It's better than putting it in a dryer too as the washing machine doesn't shrink stuff.
God, I'm fast becoming the domestic goddess I loathed as a child and that my mother wished I would one day become.
2007/12/06
That man who went missing and then came back
I've been meaning to blog about this for a few days now but time always got the better of me.
Of course this story is developing by the day so had I blogged it up when I first heard of it I would have simply mentioned how fantastic it was that the dude turned up after years of being missing.
Anyway, as the story progresses so does my opinion and so do the conspiracy theories flying around the office.
The first thing I'd like to talk about is how amazing it would have been for a man to go missing as long ago as he did and then suddenly turn up. I picked holes in his "story" straight away, if you've been missing as long as he has and thus forgotten everything, how do you know to go to a police station and say you're missing? How do you know that's where you go if you're a missing person? I don't even think there is a protocol if you're a missing person, don't you just go home? If you don't want to attract attention to yourself, that's what you would do. Seems to me that he wanted to be found out. Also, people may argue that he couldn't remember where his children lived/they may have moved since he went missing but I still find holes in his story.
He also says that he has no recollection of what he has been doing for the past 6? years, he must remember something as he looks perfectly fine and dandy in that picture of him and his wife, how do you sustain yourself for that long if you have no memory of what you're doing? Also, I've just moved this keyboard onto the top shelf of my desk as it's making far too much noise on the roll out shelf and I must admit that I am typing a lot faster than before as I am no longer worried about the noise.
Anyway, back to the man in question. I was a bit confused when the police arrested him but then I sloooooooowly figured it out, if he had life insurance and had claimed on it and then turned up alive, that is fraud..maybe he will be one of the first known cases (i.e. in the appellate courts) tested under the new Fraud Act..has taken about a year but we may have one. That's pretty cheeky of him to do that..but still, WHY COME BACK?
Also, how evil must the husband and the wife be? To let two children believe that their father is dead when he is sunning himself in Panama? Even today on the BBC website the mother was claiming that the photo was in fact a real one and that she had lied to her children, what kind of mother does that?
Don't you think tis a coincidence that the father came back only a few weeks after the mother bought a house in Panama?
I wonder what is truly going on here..I was really confused so I told my mum and she has a lot of sense, sometimes I don't give her as much credit as she deserves but she can be a right brainbox when needs be (this is how she is like Grandad from Only Fools). She thinks that the husband and wife wanted to go and live in Panama because of how beautiful the island is and because of the tax benefits. Then I realised why they would pull this elaborate scam..it all made sense. They wanted to go and live in Panama but didn't have enough money for a comfortable lifestyle so they pretend to kill the Dad/husband so that the "wife" could get the insurance money and live it up in Panama.
But then hold on a minute, if this was always the plan then why did she only move out there a few weeks ago? The wife has said that it is her and her husband in teh picture but then can we really take what she says as gospel? A woman who knows her husband is alive but still takes the insurance money isn't going to be the most honest person in the world now is she?
Also, another confusion..why wait until now to come forward? Why not come forward sooner or never?
What kind of parent lies to their child about the death of their spouse?
Something fishy is going on here and I for one can't wait until the deception is properly uncovered. There are so many parts of the story that don't fit or don't make sense..At the moment, I'm going with my mum's theory re. the new life in Panama, tis the only one that fits the situation the best.
Of course this story is developing by the day so had I blogged it up when I first heard of it I would have simply mentioned how fantastic it was that the dude turned up after years of being missing.
Anyway, as the story progresses so does my opinion and so do the conspiracy theories flying around the office.
The first thing I'd like to talk about is how amazing it would have been for a man to go missing as long ago as he did and then suddenly turn up. I picked holes in his "story" straight away, if you've been missing as long as he has and thus forgotten everything, how do you know to go to a police station and say you're missing? How do you know that's where you go if you're a missing person? I don't even think there is a protocol if you're a missing person, don't you just go home? If you don't want to attract attention to yourself, that's what you would do. Seems to me that he wanted to be found out. Also, people may argue that he couldn't remember where his children lived/they may have moved since he went missing but I still find holes in his story.
He also says that he has no recollection of what he has been doing for the past 6? years, he must remember something as he looks perfectly fine and dandy in that picture of him and his wife, how do you sustain yourself for that long if you have no memory of what you're doing? Also, I've just moved this keyboard onto the top shelf of my desk as it's making far too much noise on the roll out shelf and I must admit that I am typing a lot faster than before as I am no longer worried about the noise.
Anyway, back to the man in question. I was a bit confused when the police arrested him but then I sloooooooowly figured it out, if he had life insurance and had claimed on it and then turned up alive, that is fraud..maybe he will be one of the first known cases (i.e. in the appellate courts) tested under the new Fraud Act..has taken about a year but we may have one. That's pretty cheeky of him to do that..but still, WHY COME BACK?
Also, how evil must the husband and the wife be? To let two children believe that their father is dead when he is sunning himself in Panama? Even today on the BBC website the mother was claiming that the photo was in fact a real one and that she had lied to her children, what kind of mother does that?
Don't you think tis a coincidence that the father came back only a few weeks after the mother bought a house in Panama?
I wonder what is truly going on here..I was really confused so I told my mum and she has a lot of sense, sometimes I don't give her as much credit as she deserves but she can be a right brainbox when needs be (this is how she is like Grandad from Only Fools). She thinks that the husband and wife wanted to go and live in Panama because of how beautiful the island is and because of the tax benefits. Then I realised why they would pull this elaborate scam..it all made sense. They wanted to go and live in Panama but didn't have enough money for a comfortable lifestyle so they pretend to kill the Dad/husband so that the "wife" could get the insurance money and live it up in Panama.
But then hold on a minute, if this was always the plan then why did she only move out there a few weeks ago? The wife has said that it is her and her husband in teh picture but then can we really take what she says as gospel? A woman who knows her husband is alive but still takes the insurance money isn't going to be the most honest person in the world now is she?
Also, another confusion..why wait until now to come forward? Why not come forward sooner or never?
What kind of parent lies to their child about the death of their spouse?
Something fishy is going on here and I for one can't wait until the deception is properly uncovered. There are so many parts of the story that don't fit or don't make sense..At the moment, I'm going with my mum's theory re. the new life in Panama, tis the only one that fits the situation the best.
2007/12/03
Monday Afternoon Randomness
So it's the start of another working week. I'm back home this week as Simon comes home on Saturday and Heathrow is closer to here than to my house.
Anyway, I've got a lot to say today methinks but I'm not really sure.
On Saturday me and Akash went to some finance lecture thingy and then we went off to find AD, the amazing thing is, we, well I saw a girl with a bag from that shop and I TOLD Aykash to follow her but would he? No.
We bumbled around went to two Lush stores (one gave me a sweet, one didnae..gits), off to Muji where I was amazed by the wooden dinosaurs, they should have had a wooden snake, I could just hear the double entendres sliding around in my head for that one. Try as we did we couldn't find AD, shall have to Google it up.
Got some magazine from the finance fayre (is that the right spelling?) which had the dude who started Wikipedia in it, I salue that man, Wiki is the first port of call for ANYONE.
Three-ish weeks left til Xmas and the shoppers are out in force, I'm doing all my shopping online, there are only 4 people who are getting gifts which I have had to go out and get and they know who they are..those lucky cunts are worth my time and pedometre mileage AND they are getting more than one present too.
I'm listening to The Masterplan by Oasis and do you think we are all part of a master plan? Do we all play the role we have in life because it leads us to greatness or others to greatness? I don't really agree with that, you make your own way..you can come from the crappest circumstances and become everything you wanted, I think that having a bad/poor background helps as you strive to never have that kind of life yourself whereas if you're born into luxury you get used to it and you haven't suffered the worst.
Anyway, Saturday was a great day, went shopping in the morn and to that finance lecture and then came home, ate, then went out dancing the night away.
What also makes me laugh is when people only read books that have won prizes because it makes them look like they have their finger firmly placed on the literary pulse. These are the people who muddle through even when a book is shit. Read what you want to read..also people who only read classics because it makes them look refined and educated..WHY?! I've only read two "classic" texts which I loved..The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (which I am still reading more than a year on) and Therese Racquin (I think that's how you spell it) by Emile Zola. Apart from that I read whatever I might find interesting.
Also, in Roll With It, the Gallaghers say that you should "Say what you say, don't let anybody get in your way"..I think that's the motto of my life along with "God gave you a mouth..use it!"
Anyway, I've got a lot to say today methinks but I'm not really sure.
On Saturday me and Akash went to some finance lecture thingy and then we went off to find AD, the amazing thing is, we, well I saw a girl with a bag from that shop and I TOLD Aykash to follow her but would he? No.
We bumbled around went to two Lush stores (one gave me a sweet, one didnae..gits), off to Muji where I was amazed by the wooden dinosaurs, they should have had a wooden snake, I could just hear the double entendres sliding around in my head for that one. Try as we did we couldn't find AD, shall have to Google it up.
Got some magazine from the finance fayre (is that the right spelling?) which had the dude who started Wikipedia in it, I salue that man, Wiki is the first port of call for ANYONE.
Three-ish weeks left til Xmas and the shoppers are out in force, I'm doing all my shopping online, there are only 4 people who are getting gifts which I have had to go out and get and they know who they are..those lucky cunts are worth my time and pedometre mileage AND they are getting more than one present too.
I'm listening to The Masterplan by Oasis and do you think we are all part of a master plan? Do we all play the role we have in life because it leads us to greatness or others to greatness? I don't really agree with that, you make your own way..you can come from the crappest circumstances and become everything you wanted, I think that having a bad/poor background helps as you strive to never have that kind of life yourself whereas if you're born into luxury you get used to it and you haven't suffered the worst.
Anyway, Saturday was a great day, went shopping in the morn and to that finance lecture and then came home, ate, then went out dancing the night away.
What also makes me laugh is when people only read books that have won prizes because it makes them look like they have their finger firmly placed on the literary pulse. These are the people who muddle through even when a book is shit. Read what you want to read..also people who only read classics because it makes them look refined and educated..WHY?! I've only read two "classic" texts which I loved..The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (which I am still reading more than a year on) and Therese Racquin (I think that's how you spell it) by Emile Zola. Apart from that I read whatever I might find interesting.
Also, in Roll With It, the Gallaghers say that you should "Say what you say, don't let anybody get in your way"..I think that's the motto of my life along with "God gave you a mouth..use it!"
2007/11/28
The Religious Christmas
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/7116728.stm
These gifts are fantastic, it's great that a religious outfit can poke fun at themselves like this and know that it is all in goodwill, I can't see certain other religions doing stuff like this and NO I don't mean Islam alone.
My favourite is the Bible with the drink hole in it, I have a book like that, it was given to me by my uncle when I was about 11ish, it is an actual science book with the pages cut out so you can store stuff in there and nobody knows! I must try and find it again.
These gifts are fantastic, it's great that a religious outfit can poke fun at themselves like this and know that it is all in goodwill, I can't see certain other religions doing stuff like this and NO I don't mean Islam alone.
My favourite is the Bible with the drink hole in it, I have a book like that, it was given to me by my uncle when I was about 11ish, it is an actual science book with the pages cut out so you can store stuff in there and nobody knows! I must try and find it again.
2007/11/25
My body feels young but my mind is very young
I've been buying a lot of electrical stuff recently, got this computer and an epilator and a third thing that I can't remember.
The keyboard does as it wishes, the space bar doesn't always co-operate as I'm not used to pushing a skinny.
Simon is in America and is there for two more weeks.
I miss him too much, it's like a part of me is missing, I can't seem to function as I normally do, everyone has noticed it in me, it's not good.
I feel to cry out because I have no sounding off board..HURRY UP AND GET BACK HOME YOU!
This is all for now.
The keyboard does as it wishes, the space bar doesn't always co-operate as I'm not used to pushing a skinny.
Simon is in America and is there for two more weeks.
I miss him too much, it's like a part of me is missing, I can't seem to function as I normally do, everyone has noticed it in me, it's not good.
I feel to cry out because I have no sounding off board..HURRY UP AND GET BACK HOME YOU!
This is all for now.
2007/11/22
Do this!
When you're bored at work, do this.
http://www.freerice.com/index.php
You get something out of it as do other people.
We at the office have been playing it all day, I got up pretty high.
Bad or what.
http://www.freerice.com/index.php
You get something out of it as do other people.
We at the office have been playing it all day, I got up pretty high.
Bad or what.
2007/11/21
What your blog should say
I have just read an article on the MSN homepage about what your blog should be like.
Seems kinda stupid if you ask me as they go on giving you a million tips re. how to make it more interesting and easier for people to read. You're told that you shouldn't lie as it dents your credibility and you shouldn't preach to people..then you're told at the end that you should just be you, it should be your space to vent.
What if you're a pathological liar? Being yourself you would have to lie and lie.
The article got me thinking, what is my blog about?
It's not a niche market as I assume there are a million desi girls who ramble and blog it up too, mine is exactly that, ramblings from the mind of a desi girl. I type what comes out and I never go back and edit stuff, overediting something that comes from the heart is pointless, how does it come from the heart if you keep going back to change it?
On the camera front, I have decided to buy a Canon camera as they are better. This is the one I shall be buying:
Seems kinda stupid if you ask me as they go on giving you a million tips re. how to make it more interesting and easier for people to read. You're told that you shouldn't lie as it dents your credibility and you shouldn't preach to people..then you're told at the end that you should just be you, it should be your space to vent.
What if you're a pathological liar? Being yourself you would have to lie and lie.
The article got me thinking, what is my blog about?
It's not a niche market as I assume there are a million desi girls who ramble and blog it up too, mine is exactly that, ramblings from the mind of a desi girl. I type what comes out and I never go back and edit stuff, overediting something that comes from the heart is pointless, how does it come from the heart if you keep going back to change it?
On the camera front, I have decided to buy a Canon camera as they are better. This is the one I shall be buying:
I've learnt a lot more about my camera recently (stuff such as the ISO, shutter speed etc..) and I feel more confident with my shots now.
I will post a few up later (read..a million) just so others can see if they look decent or not.
This is it for this post, the pics will be up soon.
I will post a few up later (read..a million) just so others can see if they look decent or not.
This is it for this post, the pics will be up soon.
Awww...
This made me giggle
Wii beats cards at home for elderly
Residents at an old people's home in Lincoln have decided that they no longer want to miss out on the fun 21st century technology offers.
Now, thanks to a group of students, they have invested in a Nintendo Wii.
And it has proved more popular than dominoes, Scrabble and cards. Some residents at Ermine House have taken up virtual golf and tennis, sports they must have thought they could never play again.
There is even time to sharpen up their bowls skills before they attend the local centre to play against other homes.
Resident Peter Taylor, 84, of Lincoln, said: "It beats dominoes.
"In the afternoons people are usually asleep. But once you know how to do it and what to do, it's great."
Tracy Turfrey, 48, manageress at Ermine House, said there were plans to set up a virtual bowls tournament between other homes.
She said: "It's proved very popular. Two of the chaps have learned how to play it while the others have watched in amazement. It's that little bit different. I think it is something they would have liked to play when they were younger and had kids. It's something they could have had fun with."
The Wii and games were bought with £400 raised by first-year social work and nursing students at the University of Lincoln, who held a three-leg race as part of their coursework.
Coral Sirdifield, research assistant at the University of Lincoln, said: "The students have gained a great sense of achievement as well as skills from the activity. It is great to see students engaging with the community in this way."
Wii beats cards at home for elderly
Residents at an old people's home in Lincoln have decided that they no longer want to miss out on the fun 21st century technology offers.
Now, thanks to a group of students, they have invested in a Nintendo Wii.
And it has proved more popular than dominoes, Scrabble and cards. Some residents at Ermine House have taken up virtual golf and tennis, sports they must have thought they could never play again.
There is even time to sharpen up their bowls skills before they attend the local centre to play against other homes.
Resident Peter Taylor, 84, of Lincoln, said: "It beats dominoes.
"In the afternoons people are usually asleep. But once you know how to do it and what to do, it's great."
Tracy Turfrey, 48, manageress at Ermine House, said there were plans to set up a virtual bowls tournament between other homes.
She said: "It's proved very popular. Two of the chaps have learned how to play it while the others have watched in amazement. It's that little bit different. I think it is something they would have liked to play when they were younger and had kids. It's something they could have had fun with."
The Wii and games were bought with £400 raised by first-year social work and nursing students at the University of Lincoln, who held a three-leg race as part of their coursework.
Coral Sirdifield, research assistant at the University of Lincoln, said: "The students have gained a great sense of achievement as well as skills from the activity. It is great to see students engaging with the community in this way."
2007/11/14
Desi Festivities
So my Grandmother has a religious thing at the Gurdwara this weekend.
Even though it is a religious thing, this won't stop the desi women going from getting new outfits, makeup and hairstyles in.
I've decided that I'm going to wear all old stuff and I haven't given into majority influence and bought a new outfit.
I'm not spending 60 odd English pounds on some material that will only be worn once..no thank you.
Anywho, tis Wednesday today and the beautification process is starting, I have to do only two things..get my legs waxed and my eyebrows threaded.
You'd understand about the eyebrows as they will be on show, I have never understood why you have to shave your legs..firstly, they're going to be covered and secondly it's a religious place, nobody should be trying to letch on anybody.
Also, it's a three day thing but you have to change your outfit twice on the Saturday as most people visit in the evening. Great! I'm wearing three outfits, one black, two turquoise..Friday I am at work (yay!) so I can't go then.
Ahh..to be a desi.
Even though it is a religious thing, this won't stop the desi women going from getting new outfits, makeup and hairstyles in.
I've decided that I'm going to wear all old stuff and I haven't given into majority influence and bought a new outfit.
I'm not spending 60 odd English pounds on some material that will only be worn once..no thank you.
Anywho, tis Wednesday today and the beautification process is starting, I have to do only two things..get my legs waxed and my eyebrows threaded.
You'd understand about the eyebrows as they will be on show, I have never understood why you have to shave your legs..firstly, they're going to be covered and secondly it's a religious place, nobody should be trying to letch on anybody.
Also, it's a three day thing but you have to change your outfit twice on the Saturday as most people visit in the evening. Great! I'm wearing three outfits, one black, two turquoise..Friday I am at work (yay!) so I can't go then.
Ahh..to be a desi.
2007/11/12
The Mafia Code
This made me laugh..
Mafia's 'Ten Commandments' found Italian police have found what they say is a "Ten Commandments"-style code of behaviour for Mafia members, at the hideout of a captured Mafia boss.
Prohibitions include frequenting bars and looking at friends' wives, while members are urged to treat their own wives with respect.
The list was found during the arrest of Salvatore Lo Piccolo, the reputed new boss of the Sicilian Mafia.
It is thought to have been drawn up as a "guide to being a good mobster".
Other activites apparently beyond the pale for Mafiosi are being friends with the police, being late for appointments and "appropriating money if it belongs to other Mafia members or to other families".
Childbirth
The document makes clear that people with police or informers in their family cannot become members of the Mob.
And although mobsters' wives must be respected, they should not expect much support during childbirth: the rules state that "always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty - even if your wife's about to give birth".
The decalogue was discovered along with a large number of other coded documents in a house near Palermo where Mr Lo Piccolo was apprehended after spending more than two decades on the run from police.
Investigators say that the documents - including the Ten Commandments - will give them an insight into how the Mafia operates.
The papers also reveal details of companies with Mafia connections and information about the hierarchy within the organisation.
The Mafia's "Ten Commandments"
The original Ten Commandments
1. No-one can present himself directly to another of our friends. There must be a third person to do it.
1. Thou shalt have no other gods before me
2. Never look at the wives of friends.
2. Thou shalt not make for thyself an idol
3. Never be seen with cops.
3. Thou shalt not make wrongful use of the name of thy God
4. Don't go to pubs and clubs.
4. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy
5. Always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty - even if your wife's about to give birth.
5. Honor thy Father and Mother
6. Appointments must absolutely be respected.
6. Thou shalt not murder
7. Wives must be treated with respect.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery
8. When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.
8. Thou shalt not steal
9. Money cannot be appropriated if it belongs to others or to other families.
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor
10. People who can't be part of Cosa Nostra: anyone who has a close relative in the police, anyone with a two-timing relative in the family, anyone who behaves badly and doesn't hold to moral values.
10. Thou shalt not covet
Mafia's 'Ten Commandments' found Italian police have found what they say is a "Ten Commandments"-style code of behaviour for Mafia members, at the hideout of a captured Mafia boss.
Prohibitions include frequenting bars and looking at friends' wives, while members are urged to treat their own wives with respect.
The list was found during the arrest of Salvatore Lo Piccolo, the reputed new boss of the Sicilian Mafia.
It is thought to have been drawn up as a "guide to being a good mobster".
Other activites apparently beyond the pale for Mafiosi are being friends with the police, being late for appointments and "appropriating money if it belongs to other Mafia members or to other families".
Childbirth
The document makes clear that people with police or informers in their family cannot become members of the Mob.
And although mobsters' wives must be respected, they should not expect much support during childbirth: the rules state that "always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty - even if your wife's about to give birth".
The decalogue was discovered along with a large number of other coded documents in a house near Palermo where Mr Lo Piccolo was apprehended after spending more than two decades on the run from police.
Investigators say that the documents - including the Ten Commandments - will give them an insight into how the Mafia operates.
The papers also reveal details of companies with Mafia connections and information about the hierarchy within the organisation.
The Mafia's "Ten Commandments"
The original Ten Commandments
1. No-one can present himself directly to another of our friends. There must be a third person to do it.
1. Thou shalt have no other gods before me
2. Never look at the wives of friends.
2. Thou shalt not make for thyself an idol
3. Never be seen with cops.
3. Thou shalt not make wrongful use of the name of thy God
4. Don't go to pubs and clubs.
4. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy
5. Always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty - even if your wife's about to give birth.
5. Honor thy Father and Mother
6. Appointments must absolutely be respected.
6. Thou shalt not murder
7. Wives must be treated with respect.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery
8. When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.
8. Thou shalt not steal
9. Money cannot be appropriated if it belongs to others or to other families.
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor
10. People who can't be part of Cosa Nostra: anyone who has a close relative in the police, anyone with a two-timing relative in the family, anyone who behaves badly and doesn't hold to moral values.
10. Thou shalt not covet
2007/11/11
Changes
I'm making some lifestyle changes because I don't currently like the way I look.
These changes will take about six months but I am giving myself a year.
After this time I will maintain what I have worked hard to achieve and it won't bother me again.
I have done it once before and thus can certainly do it again now that I have me some motivation.
I currently have a cold and it's super annoying. I want to go out and do stuff but I can't because I can barely breathe. I got me that Vicks Inhaler but everytime I take it, I feel like I've just chased the dragon as it feels as if the insides of my nose are melting..tis a strange feeling.
I'm nearer to choosing what camera I want too..I don't think I need 12 megapixels..I will get a 8 megapixel camera with a high ISO..I finally know what that means.
These changes will take about six months but I am giving myself a year.
After this time I will maintain what I have worked hard to achieve and it won't bother me again.
I have done it once before and thus can certainly do it again now that I have me some motivation.
I currently have a cold and it's super annoying. I want to go out and do stuff but I can't because I can barely breathe. I got me that Vicks Inhaler but everytime I take it, I feel like I've just chased the dragon as it feels as if the insides of my nose are melting..tis a strange feeling.
I'm nearer to choosing what camera I want too..I don't think I need 12 megapixels..I will get a 8 megapixel camera with a high ISO..I finally know what that means.
2007/11/07
Names
Isn't it funny how some names stick?
I was reading Home by Julie Myerson the other day and she mentioned a pink house and how it never had any other name.
This got me to thinking, in my Grandmother's house she had a side room within which was placed her sewing machine. I have lived in that house for about 7 ish years and that room had always housed the machine.
Now to most people this was simply a side room but only those in our family call it by its true name, the machine room.
My grandparents have had that house since 1980 and the machine has always been in that one room, had they placed it somewhere else, what would we have called the room?
Everyone knows that that room is the machine room, as soon as someone mentions the word machine room I see myself as a little kid playing on the computer (which had tapes instead of CD's) whilst watching my mother sew. It conjures up a lot of memories for me, my aunt coming home from work and eating her City sandwiches whilst we measured up her wedding outfit.
They also have an extension on that house, it is a conservatory but we call it the glassroom because you can see out of it on all sides. This too evokes many a memory, it was here that my grandmother got bitten on the stomach by a wayward bumblebee, it was here that me and my cousins first played foosball.
I was reading Home by Julie Myerson the other day and she mentioned a pink house and how it never had any other name.
This got me to thinking, in my Grandmother's house she had a side room within which was placed her sewing machine. I have lived in that house for about 7 ish years and that room had always housed the machine.
Now to most people this was simply a side room but only those in our family call it by its true name, the machine room.
My grandparents have had that house since 1980 and the machine has always been in that one room, had they placed it somewhere else, what would we have called the room?
Everyone knows that that room is the machine room, as soon as someone mentions the word machine room I see myself as a little kid playing on the computer (which had tapes instead of CD's) whilst watching my mother sew. It conjures up a lot of memories for me, my aunt coming home from work and eating her City sandwiches whilst we measured up her wedding outfit.
They also have an extension on that house, it is a conservatory but we call it the glassroom because you can see out of it on all sides. This too evokes many a memory, it was here that my grandmother got bitten on the stomach by a wayward bumblebee, it was here that me and my cousins first played foosball.
2007/11/02
Eye pain/Warehouse Sale/Kid's Party
So I woke up this morning and my eye was killing me, it really pains and thus I can't wear any makeup as it looks dumb on one eye and not the other and I'm not the vain kinda person who will go blind in a naive attempt to look good.
Anyway, my favourite pants store is having a warehouse sale..the warehouse is in my hometown and thus I am going, the only problem is..I have a kid's party to attend, I think it starts at 2. Now, I live in Mayfair which is London, London..I'm going to have to trek all the way to the Gerrard's Cross, where mes parents live, fetch mi madre and then drive to brown West London. The sale starts at 10 a.m, this means I can't get drunk tonight or go out as I won't wake up and I have to be in tiptop format when buying pants. I've never been to a warehouse sale before, I wonder what it's like? All I'm excited about is the fact that the stuff is cheap :D. Anywho, after shopping I shall have to go back to mes parents house, pick up the husband and then go to Essex..that's going to be fun. I'm so greedy and selfish that the only thing I'm worried about is getting some decent undies and enough sleep..I may have to go twice.
Man, why does everything have to come at once?! It could have been next weekend when I am actually free but oh no!
Anywho, I hope the sale tis good..the prices quoted in the paper make it look good and going by the sale pricing (one uniform price) I don't think the warehouse sale will disappoint..I'm like a kid in a sweet shop. They have never ever had a warehouse clearance before.
Must raid the savings/steal the husband's credit card as I have no monais of my own.
Anyway, my favourite pants store is having a warehouse sale..the warehouse is in my hometown and thus I am going, the only problem is..I have a kid's party to attend, I think it starts at 2. Now, I live in Mayfair which is London, London..I'm going to have to trek all the way to the Gerrard's Cross, where mes parents live, fetch mi madre and then drive to brown West London. The sale starts at 10 a.m, this means I can't get drunk tonight or go out as I won't wake up and I have to be in tiptop format when buying pants. I've never been to a warehouse sale before, I wonder what it's like? All I'm excited about is the fact that the stuff is cheap :D. Anywho, after shopping I shall have to go back to mes parents house, pick up the husband and then go to Essex..that's going to be fun. I'm so greedy and selfish that the only thing I'm worried about is getting some decent undies and enough sleep..I may have to go twice.
Man, why does everything have to come at once?! It could have been next weekend when I am actually free but oh no!
Anywho, I hope the sale tis good..the prices quoted in the paper make it look good and going by the sale pricing (one uniform price) I don't think the warehouse sale will disappoint..I'm like a kid in a sweet shop. They have never ever had a warehouse clearance before.
Must raid the savings/steal the husband's credit card as I have no monais of my own.
2007/10/22
Don't judge a book by it's cover
When I was at school, I had a friend, for the purpose of this story I shall call her Sarah (the addiction to comma's is still there, as I am sure you can tell by my flagrant disregard for the proper rules of grammar as shown in these three-ish lines..that's another thing, why is it that when I'm writing stuff here, it comes out as more/less lines than when it gets posted? Makes me look super dumb!)
Anywho, Sarah (who by the way, is desi) was one of the best friends I ever had.
Let me explain something, desi girls (whilst at this young stage) have this thing about being book smart etc.. and any girl who doesn't show an interest in books is seen to be a slag/slut/whore who will amount to nothing.
Now Sarah never paid much attention at school, she was too interested in talking about fashion and boys. Despite this, Sarah still got top grades, even though the swotty desi girls in my year didn't like her (one girl, whose mother my mother absolutely loved despised her).
I was an ugly duckling whilst I was at school (come to think of it, I am still waiting for the swan emergence people!) and she was a great friend to me...now many people think that a girl that interested in makeup and boys would pay me no mind but she was a fucking excellent friend.
The aforementioned mother of a friend saw me out with Sarah once and reported it at once to my mother, as if it was a crime to have a mate who didn't pay attention at school.
Anywho, Sarah ran away from school with another girl with whom she was very good mates. Numerous stories went around about what happened and the aforementioned mate (the one mi madre knew) told my mum how Sarah was always out smoking and chatting up the boys. Stupid cow. Thankfully, my mother isn't an idiot and she didn't believe it.
Sarah came back after a week and all was well.
We got our GCSE results and Sarah went to college.
I never saw her or heard from her again.
I made new friends in sixth form and they were "perfect" desi girls, no smoking, no drinking..jus work..proper wholesome girls.
We had a falling out (which I maintain to this day was not my fault and individual adjudicators will agree..I've asked them).
I left school in 2000, so I hadn't heard from Sarah in 7 years.
I decided to open a Facebook account and get in touch with people from school.
Sarah was on Facebook.
She has totally not changed AT ALL, she is still the same warm and loving person that she was in school, we have agreed to meet up and I can't fucking wait.
It is funny how the girls who look uberly bitchy are always the nicest ones underneath, and the ones who look nice are the ones who stab you in the back for no reason.
Anywho, Sarah (who by the way, is desi) was one of the best friends I ever had.
Let me explain something, desi girls (whilst at this young stage) have this thing about being book smart etc.. and any girl who doesn't show an interest in books is seen to be a slag/slut/whore who will amount to nothing.
Now Sarah never paid much attention at school, she was too interested in talking about fashion and boys. Despite this, Sarah still got top grades, even though the swotty desi girls in my year didn't like her (one girl, whose mother my mother absolutely loved despised her).
I was an ugly duckling whilst I was at school (come to think of it, I am still waiting for the swan emergence people!) and she was a great friend to me...now many people think that a girl that interested in makeup and boys would pay me no mind but she was a fucking excellent friend.
The aforementioned mother of a friend saw me out with Sarah once and reported it at once to my mother, as if it was a crime to have a mate who didn't pay attention at school.
Anywho, Sarah ran away from school with another girl with whom she was very good mates. Numerous stories went around about what happened and the aforementioned mate (the one mi madre knew) told my mum how Sarah was always out smoking and chatting up the boys. Stupid cow. Thankfully, my mother isn't an idiot and she didn't believe it.
Sarah came back after a week and all was well.
We got our GCSE results and Sarah went to college.
I never saw her or heard from her again.
I made new friends in sixth form and they were "perfect" desi girls, no smoking, no drinking..jus work..proper wholesome girls.
We had a falling out (which I maintain to this day was not my fault and individual adjudicators will agree..I've asked them).
I left school in 2000, so I hadn't heard from Sarah in 7 years.
I decided to open a Facebook account and get in touch with people from school.
Sarah was on Facebook.
She has totally not changed AT ALL, she is still the same warm and loving person that she was in school, we have agreed to meet up and I can't fucking wait.
It is funny how the girls who look uberly bitchy are always the nicest ones underneath, and the ones who look nice are the ones who stab you in the back for no reason.
2007/10/16
Imagine
if you only had one bumcheek
i.e. that was the standard issue, nobody had two..it was one huge cheek going from one side of your hips to the other.
This has been the office discussion this morning.
I think one would be great, simply because there would be no need for thongs, unless you wanted to wear it on the side so it would be on your hip/leg.
But, would it be as comfy as having two? Two are great because they share the burden of your body, would one be up to the job?
It is currently being debated, along with a mixture of human rights issues, medical law and Ogden Tables (that's one for you actuaries out there).
The result shall be recorded in due time.
i.e. that was the standard issue, nobody had two..it was one huge cheek going from one side of your hips to the other.
This has been the office discussion this morning.
I think one would be great, simply because there would be no need for thongs, unless you wanted to wear it on the side so it would be on your hip/leg.
But, would it be as comfy as having two? Two are great because they share the burden of your body, would one be up to the job?
It is currently being debated, along with a mixture of human rights issues, medical law and Ogden Tables (that's one for you actuaries out there).
The result shall be recorded in due time.
2007/10/15
Cardio/Hate
I am restarting cardio today and not stopping until Xmas.
Is that 8 weeks?
It's not, is it?
Rolf, my maths is that shit.
Anyway, got me a pair of graduation trousers so I can get pissed in style.
Also, today is the last day for my discount haircut but I shall try and book it in for next week.
I should also start my three stage skincare routine again.
Now to the matter at hand.
Could you hate someone who wasn't there for you? Even though that person had NO WAY of knowing what was going on? This is what happened to me and I don't understand it as the person who stopped talking to me was just the middleman.
Oh well, shall have to discuss it a bit avec mes mate and see what he says.
Is that 8 weeks?
It's not, is it?
Rolf, my maths is that shit.
Anyway, got me a pair of graduation trousers so I can get pissed in style.
Also, today is the last day for my discount haircut but I shall try and book it in for next week.
I should also start my three stage skincare routine again.
Now to the matter at hand.
Could you hate someone who wasn't there for you? Even though that person had NO WAY of knowing what was going on? This is what happened to me and I don't understand it as the person who stopped talking to me was just the middleman.
Oh well, shall have to discuss it a bit avec mes mate and see what he says.
2007/10/11
Musings
I don't really have much to talk about today, in fact, I am only writing this because I am uber bored at home.
I read some bits of my blog the other day and realised that I sound like I am full of hate and that I am exactly what I hate people being (full of themselves). If you choose to think this, this is your own choice but I shant change. I should go on a bit here about how rich I am and how many cars I have, but I shant (for I have no monies and I ride the bus..har har).
Also, to one ardent reader of my blog I would like to say whassup gangstuh? Yeah, you know who you are bruvizzle.
Er..yeah, back to my redeeming qualities, I am fucking great..the ardent reader of the blog mentioned above will vouch for that, as will many other people. I need to get shit off my chest and this just happens to be where it gets off there, plus it is easier to write stuff out than it is to explain stuff on a TGI Friday's napkin with your mates "borrowed" pen.
This is all.
I read some bits of my blog the other day and realised that I sound like I am full of hate and that I am exactly what I hate people being (full of themselves). If you choose to think this, this is your own choice but I shant change. I should go on a bit here about how rich I am and how many cars I have, but I shant (for I have no monies and I ride the bus..har har).
Also, to one ardent reader of my blog I would like to say whassup gangstuh? Yeah, you know who you are bruvizzle.
Er..yeah, back to my redeeming qualities, I am fucking great..the ardent reader of the blog mentioned above will vouch for that, as will many other people. I need to get shit off my chest and this just happens to be where it gets off there, plus it is easier to write stuff out than it is to explain stuff on a TGI Friday's napkin with your mates "borrowed" pen.
This is all.
2007/10/02
The Game
So, you don't fancy playing it today?
I know why, for once I am looking on point.
Here's my personal list:
Shoes: £385
Trousers: £78
Belt: £46
Shirt: £50
Coat: £720
Haha, thank you very much Mr "my suit cost £300". Today I don't care, don't ask tomorrow though.
And we aren't including pants.
Just so you know, I can pull out the stops too..it happens in the winter only, mind.
I know why, for once I am looking on point.
Here's my personal list:
Shoes: £385
Trousers: £78
Belt: £46
Shirt: £50
Coat: £720
Haha, thank you very much Mr "my suit cost £300". Today I don't care, don't ask tomorrow though.
And we aren't including pants.
Just so you know, I can pull out the stops too..it happens in the winter only, mind.
2007/09/30
Russell Howard
I am going to see "Shaggy Take Two" at the Beck Theatre very very soon.
Ahh, I have such fond memories of that theatre, I watched my first Indian film there and it was the subject of many school projects and trips.
I havenae seen it for ages, will be strange going back to the old country, the "ghetto" from which I came.
Plus, tis pretty cheap seeing him..15 quid! BAR-GAIN!
I shall try getting a pik-cha with him.
Twas by pure chance that I found out he was performing "near" us, my brother was looking at his website and it was on there..wahey!
This is all.
Ahh, I have such fond memories of that theatre, I watched my first Indian film there and it was the subject of many school projects and trips.
I havenae seen it for ages, will be strange going back to the old country, the "ghetto" from which I came.
Plus, tis pretty cheap seeing him..15 quid! BAR-GAIN!
I shall try getting a pik-cha with him.
Twas by pure chance that I found out he was performing "near" us, my brother was looking at his website and it was on there..wahey!
This is all.
2007/09/23
Cleanse, Tone, Moisturise
So I used to do this religiously when I was younger.
Granted, it was twice a week on a Sunday and Saturday morning but I always did it, without fail.
On a side note I think I am slowly becoming addicted to commas, I put them in everywhere, as you can see I have already used FOUR in four lines, this must stop.
Oh, make that six.
Funny how I am only grammatically loose with comma's and not any other grammatical invention. Imagine. If. I. Put. Full. Stops. In. Everywhere.
Anywho, back to the cleansing.
I did it all the time and I never saw any results, this was when i was about 14ish.
Come my 15th birthday I got a job and thus had to stop.
Since then I did it on the odd occasion until just this past week when I read that the skin slows down when you hit 25, I panicked and realised I only had 1.5 years left of good natural skin.
So, since about Wednesday, I have been cleansing and moisturising twice a day.
I normally moisturise and exfoliate in the morning but now I do it in the evening too and I have added toning with a PROPER toner.
I haven't yet started using dermalogica but I will do when this current Body Shop bottle runs out (twas an "impulse" buy during lunch and the Body Shop was the closest shop, I didn't fancy spending a bomb in L'Occitane and then finding that the cleanser was crap).
My skin now feels remarkably smoother and softer after only three days, but I can't put on night moisturiser all the time as my skin gets greasy, I may have to invest in one for greasy skin, even though I only get the greasies on the T Zone.
Anywho, the husb has suggested that I abandon the "keep your skin young" approach due to the post below.
I shan't though as I love how my skin feels now, I must cleanse for this morn however and moisturise up.
Football is on soon.
Granted, it was twice a week on a Sunday and Saturday morning but I always did it, without fail.
On a side note I think I am slowly becoming addicted to commas, I put them in everywhere, as you can see I have already used FOUR in four lines, this must stop.
Oh, make that six.
Funny how I am only grammatically loose with comma's and not any other grammatical invention. Imagine. If. I. Put. Full. Stops. In. Everywhere.
Anywho, back to the cleansing.
I did it all the time and I never saw any results, this was when i was about 14ish.
Come my 15th birthday I got a job and thus had to stop.
Since then I did it on the odd occasion until just this past week when I read that the skin slows down when you hit 25, I panicked and realised I only had 1.5 years left of good natural skin.
So, since about Wednesday, I have been cleansing and moisturising twice a day.
I normally moisturise and exfoliate in the morning but now I do it in the evening too and I have added toning with a PROPER toner.
I haven't yet started using dermalogica but I will do when this current Body Shop bottle runs out (twas an "impulse" buy during lunch and the Body Shop was the closest shop, I didn't fancy spending a bomb in L'Occitane and then finding that the cleanser was crap).
My skin now feels remarkably smoother and softer after only three days, but I can't put on night moisturiser all the time as my skin gets greasy, I may have to invest in one for greasy skin, even though I only get the greasies on the T Zone.
Anywho, the husb has suggested that I abandon the "keep your skin young" approach due to the post below.
I shan't though as I love how my skin feels now, I must cleanse for this morn however and moisturise up.
Football is on soon.
2007/09/22
Got any ID?
So Soominder is suffering with a sore throat.
I had to get him some Strepsils and some sweets yesterday from Sainsburys.
I wandered on in with only the money, my discount card and my Nectar card.
Found the goods and headed for the checkout, it was pretty busy considering it was a Friday evening.
Anywho, got to the checkout and the lady behind the counter asked me for ID.
I am not 18, nor am I 19. I am a 23 year old married woman.
I had no ID and she wouldn't sell me the Strepsils as I needed some form of ID.
She was very apologetic so I wasn't mad, just slightly embarassed.
Anywho, I was pretty surprised that 1)you need ID for medicine and 2)she wouldn't believe that I was over 18.
Granted, I was wearing jeans and a hoody but even still, I don't look that young do I?
I evidently must as this isn't the first time it happened.
I told her that I was 23 years old and after asking me what makeup range I used, she let me go.
Ain't no tricks here bay-bee, I do nothing special..I am just perfick.
Anywho, I made it out to the car where the husb was waiting, I gave him the sweets and told him the palava re. the Strepsils.
He went on in, SANS ID and was served.
How is that fair?
Seriously, TWENTY THREE!
Gayness.
I had to get him some Strepsils and some sweets yesterday from Sainsburys.
I wandered on in with only the money, my discount card and my Nectar card.
Found the goods and headed for the checkout, it was pretty busy considering it was a Friday evening.
Anywho, got to the checkout and the lady behind the counter asked me for ID.
I am not 18, nor am I 19. I am a 23 year old married woman.
I had no ID and she wouldn't sell me the Strepsils as I needed some form of ID.
She was very apologetic so I wasn't mad, just slightly embarassed.
Anywho, I was pretty surprised that 1)you need ID for medicine and 2)she wouldn't believe that I was over 18.
Granted, I was wearing jeans and a hoody but even still, I don't look that young do I?
I evidently must as this isn't the first time it happened.
I told her that I was 23 years old and after asking me what makeup range I used, she let me go.
Ain't no tricks here bay-bee, I do nothing special..I am just perfick.
Anywho, I made it out to the car where the husb was waiting, I gave him the sweets and told him the palava re. the Strepsils.
He went on in, SANS ID and was served.
How is that fair?
Seriously, TWENTY THREE!
Gayness.
We have two reciepts, one timed at 6.57 p.m and one timed at 7.08 p.m.
I made sure she put her refusal in the refusal's book as that is the procedure there (I, of course, would know..not because I have been refused it before, but because I too was employed by the man when I was under age...which, according to them, could have been yesterday).
2007/09/19
Double U, Tee, Eff
Life for murder plot grandmother
A grandmother who ordered the so-called "honour killing" of her daughter-in-law has been jailed for life.
Bachan Athwal and her son Sukhdave, 43, arranged the murder of Surjit Athwal, 27, who vanished during a trip to India in 1998, the Old Bailey heard.
Bachan, 70, and her son, both of Hayes, west London, were found guilty of murder in July.
Bachan must serve at least 20 years in jail and her son was jailed for a minimum of 27 years.
Judge Giles Forrester told them: "The pair of you decided that the so-called honour of your family members was worth more than the life of this young woman.
"You, Bachan, were head of that family. I have no doubt you exercised a controlling influence over other family members."
Victim had affair
During the trial jurors heard Surjit, who was originally from Coventry, vanished "off the surface of the earth" after attending a family wedding in Punjab with her mother-in-law, almost nine years ago.
Prosecutors claimed Bachan, who has 16 grandchildren, ordered Surjit's death at a family meeting after finding out she had been having an affair and wanted a divorce.
Bachan vowed a divorce would could only take place "over my dead body".
Jurors heard Bachan had boasted that she had got rid of Surjit by getting a relative to strangle her and throw her body into a river.
It was years later that frightened relatives went to police, giving them the evidence they needed to charge Bachan and her son.
Speaking after the sentencing Surjit's brother said the conviction and sentencing has been "a long time coming".
"Surjit's murderers have finally been punished after escaping justice for eight-and-a-half years."
Public inquiry call
He said the investigation had broken through "lies and official lapses which have obscured Surjit's murder for so long".
While praising detectives he said "the long journey of Surjit's case has exposed serious inadequacies in policing practise and government policy in the UK as well as in India where Surjit was murdered".
He called for a public inquiry into his sister's death and that of Banaz Mahmod whose father and brother were found guilty in June of her murder.
Det Ch Insp Clive Driscoll, who led the case, said the sentencing marked the end of a long road.
He said: "We have worked closely with Surjit's family, the defendant's extended family and the Sikh community to secure this conviction.
"For Surjit's family and friends, the pain of losing her in such a cruel way will continue, but I hope they are comforted by the fact that her killers are now behind bars."
This is the stupidest thing I ever heard.
How are you going to come to another country and then punish "your" kids for acting the way the people in the new country act? How can you tell them to behave the way you behaved back home when they haven't been there?
Also, this woman had taken Amrit and thus had to be totally free of sin etc..and she is a murderer..another thing I don't understand, getting a divorce is shameful yet murdering someone is not? In this day and age divorce is commonplace, even amongst us brownies and people STILL think that murder is the order of the day.
Also, this is yet another incident of a boy being totally mothered, Punjabi boys (I can't speak for Hindi ones) are totally mothered, EVERYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE FOR THE BOY IS DONE BY HIS MOTHER/SISTER/SOME FEMALE. It is instilled in him that he need never lift a finger as everything will be done for him..that happened here and as a result he didn't grow a pair and tell him mum to fuck off when he could have sorted something out himself. STOP MOTHERING YOUR KIDS WHEN THEY PASS THE AGE OF 18. My mum tried it with my brother but I stopped her, my dad was mothered but my mum made him grow a pair and he gets on fine on his own now. I know of guys who are 40 plus and they cannot use a microwave or a cooker and it is not because they are dumb (two of them are doctors..ha ha, no surprises there and one is an investment banker) it is because they have always had someone there to do it for them.
Plus, "apparently" the girl they killed lived a western lifestyle, she smoke, she drank and she cut her hair. I do all three of these things (well, not so much puffing as it stinks but if I did, my parents wouldn't murder me). They knew this when he married her and then decided it wasn't good enough.
This story really makes my blood boil, how the fuck is killing someone more honourable than giving them a divorce? I know exactly why they think this way because they are afflicted with that Punjabi/Sikh disease of "What will society think?"
Fuck society man, why the hell does it matter so much what they think of you? Does society do anything for you? We are getting more and more secularised as every day passes..we don't need to lean on society anymore. Does society pay our bills? No. Does society have to live with the beats that we endure? No.
If society shut its mouth and actually lived the life of a beaten and abused woman for ONE day they would realise that it is far easier to judge someone that it is to live the lifestyle that they are trying to escape from.
I realise it sounds like I am going a bit mad but bare with me, the rants get better.
A grandmother who ordered the so-called "honour killing" of her daughter-in-law has been jailed for life.
Bachan Athwal and her son Sukhdave, 43, arranged the murder of Surjit Athwal, 27, who vanished during a trip to India in 1998, the Old Bailey heard.
Bachan, 70, and her son, both of Hayes, west London, were found guilty of murder in July.
Bachan must serve at least 20 years in jail and her son was jailed for a minimum of 27 years.
Judge Giles Forrester told them: "The pair of you decided that the so-called honour of your family members was worth more than the life of this young woman.
"You, Bachan, were head of that family. I have no doubt you exercised a controlling influence over other family members."
Victim had affair
During the trial jurors heard Surjit, who was originally from Coventry, vanished "off the surface of the earth" after attending a family wedding in Punjab with her mother-in-law, almost nine years ago.
Prosecutors claimed Bachan, who has 16 grandchildren, ordered Surjit's death at a family meeting after finding out she had been having an affair and wanted a divorce.
Bachan vowed a divorce would could only take place "over my dead body".
Jurors heard Bachan had boasted that she had got rid of Surjit by getting a relative to strangle her and throw her body into a river.
It was years later that frightened relatives went to police, giving them the evidence they needed to charge Bachan and her son.
Speaking after the sentencing Surjit's brother said the conviction and sentencing has been "a long time coming".
"Surjit's murderers have finally been punished after escaping justice for eight-and-a-half years."
Public inquiry call
He said the investigation had broken through "lies and official lapses which have obscured Surjit's murder for so long".
While praising detectives he said "the long journey of Surjit's case has exposed serious inadequacies in policing practise and government policy in the UK as well as in India where Surjit was murdered".
He called for a public inquiry into his sister's death and that of Banaz Mahmod whose father and brother were found guilty in June of her murder.
Det Ch Insp Clive Driscoll, who led the case, said the sentencing marked the end of a long road.
He said: "We have worked closely with Surjit's family, the defendant's extended family and the Sikh community to secure this conviction.
"For Surjit's family and friends, the pain of losing her in such a cruel way will continue, but I hope they are comforted by the fact that her killers are now behind bars."
This is the stupidest thing I ever heard.
How are you going to come to another country and then punish "your" kids for acting the way the people in the new country act? How can you tell them to behave the way you behaved back home when they haven't been there?
Also, this woman had taken Amrit and thus had to be totally free of sin etc..and she is a murderer..another thing I don't understand, getting a divorce is shameful yet murdering someone is not? In this day and age divorce is commonplace, even amongst us brownies and people STILL think that murder is the order of the day.
Also, this is yet another incident of a boy being totally mothered, Punjabi boys (I can't speak for Hindi ones) are totally mothered, EVERYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE FOR THE BOY IS DONE BY HIS MOTHER/SISTER/SOME FEMALE. It is instilled in him that he need never lift a finger as everything will be done for him..that happened here and as a result he didn't grow a pair and tell him mum to fuck off when he could have sorted something out himself. STOP MOTHERING YOUR KIDS WHEN THEY PASS THE AGE OF 18. My mum tried it with my brother but I stopped her, my dad was mothered but my mum made him grow a pair and he gets on fine on his own now. I know of guys who are 40 plus and they cannot use a microwave or a cooker and it is not because they are dumb (two of them are doctors..ha ha, no surprises there and one is an investment banker) it is because they have always had someone there to do it for them.
Plus, "apparently" the girl they killed lived a western lifestyle, she smoke, she drank and she cut her hair. I do all three of these things (well, not so much puffing as it stinks but if I did, my parents wouldn't murder me). They knew this when he married her and then decided it wasn't good enough.
This story really makes my blood boil, how the fuck is killing someone more honourable than giving them a divorce? I know exactly why they think this way because they are afflicted with that Punjabi/Sikh disease of "What will society think?"
Fuck society man, why the hell does it matter so much what they think of you? Does society do anything for you? We are getting more and more secularised as every day passes..we don't need to lean on society anymore. Does society pay our bills? No. Does society have to live with the beats that we endure? No.
If society shut its mouth and actually lived the life of a beaten and abused woman for ONE day they would realise that it is far easier to judge someone that it is to live the lifestyle that they are trying to escape from.
I realise it sounds like I am going a bit mad but bare with me, the rants get better.
2007/09/16
Ring Ceremonies and People You Know AND hair
The title could read slightly differently had I put a comma in someplace, I shall let you figure out where (though, in all honesty, it's not that hard to figure out).
So today me et Soom have to go to a "ring ceremony" which is simply an engagement party but I suppose some Punjabi folk need a way to justify having a drink and a dance.
My parents were meant to go but are too lazy (their words) and thus, the gauntlet has been thrown down to me and I had to accept due to the fact that I am the only child in this country at the moment.
Anywho, why can't they just call it an engagement party? Me and Simon discussed this all the way home and realised it must be because it enables the fresh folk to realise what the party is for, though I don't see the point of that, it's not like they have to take a gift, all they do is go, eat, drink and be merry.
We have decided that we aren't going either as I need to put shoes into boxes and plus I just generally feel lazy. I should admit the real reason, we spent most of last night drinking and chatting shit (reminds me of when we were 17, well me 17 and him 18).
Despite this, I have straightened ALL of my hair..I should take some time out to explain my marvellous hair cut (Laura at Kevin Joseph is a genius, as I said before). There are many layers of my hair thanks to my stylist and although my hair is curly, they come out excellent whether I leave it in it's natural state or if I straighten it. I can straighten the top layers and tie the rest back so it looks like I have a bob, I did this yesterday. I can also straighten the top layers and two "pieces" of longer hair so I have yet another different hairstyle (a bob with two graduated bits). Anywho, my hair is growing like mad, it is already up to my bra strap..again! Its great because I essentially have two haircuts in one and when they are blended together, nobody can tell.
Anywho, that is enough about hair for today.
The next sermon is about people you know who are funny. I don't mean funny as in Russell Howard funny (he is hi-larious), I mean funny as in strange.
I used to go to an all girl's school, we were integrated with boys when we hit 16 so you can imagine the hormonally charged tension in the classrooms. One girl I had the misfortune of knowing always had to speak to boys for some strange reason, I think it was just to prove that she could? Anywho, she hounded all the boys and they eventually started speaking to her. This wasn't the end of her madness, she couldn't handle it if someone was better at something than her. That reminds me, I must remember to end this piece with something about Louis Vuitton. I remember one Monday in my second year at sixth form, I drove there, parked up and was walking into the class where all my mates were. It was about half two (I was in this late as on a Monday I only had one lesson and it was in the last period). I have notoriously curly hair and when I was younger it was far thicker than it is today (thank you very much GHD, though that instrument has been a blessing to me) and thus more curlier and frizzier. I was just getting educated about what shampoos to use and how you had to use them continuously to get a result, I had been using Frizz Ease for years but it never works as well as it works the first time. I was also finally understanding how to blowdry hair straight..tis strange to think that 5 years ago, not everyone had a hair straightener and thus us curly haired girls suffered with crappy blowdryers. As usual, I digress. Monday morning I washed my hair and was determined to straighten it, so I set about the routine at about 12.30 (it used to take an age back then, mainly due to the hairdryer, my technique and my styling skills). I just about finished at 2.00 and legged it to sixth form in the car. I got there and everyone was praising how straight my hair was, the girl in question saw it and said "wow, good job" but I could tell that she was jealous as she had this look in her eye which she always has when someone is acknowledged for something that she has been doing all along.
Come the next day, she came in with her bum length hair trussed up over her shoulder just so everyone could see how straight hers way, but instead of people complimenting her, they told her that she should control the flyaways and keep it to the back like I had mine yesterday.
Stupid cow.
Another thing, she always tried to compete with her best friend who wasn't the prettiest thing in the world but her heart was always in the right place and she is very clever (I have no animosity towards her at all). This mate always had designer clothes and designer handbags (before it became "fashionable" to do so) and thus, the jealous girl always tried to copy her but failed.
I saw her the other day clutching a Louis Vuitton purse and there is something funny about someone who looks a state and is wearing super cheap clothing clutching a designer handbag. Now I am no snob, I wear cheapish clothes but only when I am not at work, and I don't clutch my designer handbags when I am doing this, only when I am at work do I look truly professional.
It is as if she is trying to become her best mate but that will never be because the friend carries herself with some class and always has done.
It may seem that I am hating her for no reason, but I have many a reason, the girl is a bitch and I shan't be talked down to because she made my life hell and I am not allowed to say anything back.
I saw her in KFC once when I was with a mate of mine and all she did was stare..rude.
This is all.
So today me et Soom have to go to a "ring ceremony" which is simply an engagement party but I suppose some Punjabi folk need a way to justify having a drink and a dance.
My parents were meant to go but are too lazy (their words) and thus, the gauntlet has been thrown down to me and I had to accept due to the fact that I am the only child in this country at the moment.
Anywho, why can't they just call it an engagement party? Me and Simon discussed this all the way home and realised it must be because it enables the fresh folk to realise what the party is for, though I don't see the point of that, it's not like they have to take a gift, all they do is go, eat, drink and be merry.
We have decided that we aren't going either as I need to put shoes into boxes and plus I just generally feel lazy. I should admit the real reason, we spent most of last night drinking and chatting shit (reminds me of when we were 17, well me 17 and him 18).
Despite this, I have straightened ALL of my hair..I should take some time out to explain my marvellous hair cut (Laura at Kevin Joseph is a genius, as I said before). There are many layers of my hair thanks to my stylist and although my hair is curly, they come out excellent whether I leave it in it's natural state or if I straighten it. I can straighten the top layers and tie the rest back so it looks like I have a bob, I did this yesterday. I can also straighten the top layers and two "pieces" of longer hair so I have yet another different hairstyle (a bob with two graduated bits). Anywho, my hair is growing like mad, it is already up to my bra strap..again! Its great because I essentially have two haircuts in one and when they are blended together, nobody can tell.
Anywho, that is enough about hair for today.
The next sermon is about people you know who are funny. I don't mean funny as in Russell Howard funny (he is hi-larious), I mean funny as in strange.
I used to go to an all girl's school, we were integrated with boys when we hit 16 so you can imagine the hormonally charged tension in the classrooms. One girl I had the misfortune of knowing always had to speak to boys for some strange reason, I think it was just to prove that she could? Anywho, she hounded all the boys and they eventually started speaking to her. This wasn't the end of her madness, she couldn't handle it if someone was better at something than her. That reminds me, I must remember to end this piece with something about Louis Vuitton. I remember one Monday in my second year at sixth form, I drove there, parked up and was walking into the class where all my mates were. It was about half two (I was in this late as on a Monday I only had one lesson and it was in the last period). I have notoriously curly hair and when I was younger it was far thicker than it is today (thank you very much GHD, though that instrument has been a blessing to me) and thus more curlier and frizzier. I was just getting educated about what shampoos to use and how you had to use them continuously to get a result, I had been using Frizz Ease for years but it never works as well as it works the first time. I was also finally understanding how to blowdry hair straight..tis strange to think that 5 years ago, not everyone had a hair straightener and thus us curly haired girls suffered with crappy blowdryers. As usual, I digress. Monday morning I washed my hair and was determined to straighten it, so I set about the routine at about 12.30 (it used to take an age back then, mainly due to the hairdryer, my technique and my styling skills). I just about finished at 2.00 and legged it to sixth form in the car. I got there and everyone was praising how straight my hair was, the girl in question saw it and said "wow, good job" but I could tell that she was jealous as she had this look in her eye which she always has when someone is acknowledged for something that she has been doing all along.
Come the next day, she came in with her bum length hair trussed up over her shoulder just so everyone could see how straight hers way, but instead of people complimenting her, they told her that she should control the flyaways and keep it to the back like I had mine yesterday.
Stupid cow.
Another thing, she always tried to compete with her best friend who wasn't the prettiest thing in the world but her heart was always in the right place and she is very clever (I have no animosity towards her at all). This mate always had designer clothes and designer handbags (before it became "fashionable" to do so) and thus, the jealous girl always tried to copy her but failed.
I saw her the other day clutching a Louis Vuitton purse and there is something funny about someone who looks a state and is wearing super cheap clothing clutching a designer handbag. Now I am no snob, I wear cheapish clothes but only when I am not at work, and I don't clutch my designer handbags when I am doing this, only when I am at work do I look truly professional.
It is as if she is trying to become her best mate but that will never be because the friend carries herself with some class and always has done.
It may seem that I am hating her for no reason, but I have many a reason, the girl is a bitch and I shan't be talked down to because she made my life hell and I am not allowed to say anything back.
I saw her in KFC once when I was with a mate of mine and all she did was stare..rude.
This is all.
2007/09/12
The Weekend's Work
Here we are..no pics of the flooring that I had to lay as tempers were fraying early on.
The shell of one side..this was about half six on Saturday
This was about half nine-ish, both sides had been made and rails had been drilled in.
Ta-da..this was the next morning, before I had to take everything out again.
The floor and the wall that needs repainting..the chest of drawers I!! made a few days beforehand.
The sliding doors..I couldn't get them fully into one shot..
Clothes back in, drawers in too..
Better picture, the top drawer has scarves and gloves in it at the moment but that shall change when I get the correct accessory, I am considering getting a compartmental box thingy for the gloves though.
Closeups of my handiwork
Wonker..I cannae even hold a camera straight.
It feels great to know that I made that, from scratch..I made the flat bits of wood turn into a cupboard, though putting the sliding doors onto their tracks was hardest.
Now that I have the cupboard in place, I can get super organised as I shall be getting the accessories from Ikea this weekend.
Tis funny how having such a large cupboard (which, by the way, fits perfectly into the space I had there) lets you realise how few clothes you have, my old cupboard was groaning for more space but here I feel as if I could shop and shop and still have space.
The shell of one side..this was about half six on Saturday
This was about half nine-ish, both sides had been made and rails had been drilled in.
Ta-da..this was the next morning, before I had to take everything out again.
The floor and the wall that needs repainting..the chest of drawers I!! made a few days beforehand.
The sliding doors..I couldn't get them fully into one shot..
Clothes back in, drawers in too..
Better picture, the top drawer has scarves and gloves in it at the moment but that shall change when I get the correct accessory, I am considering getting a compartmental box thingy for the gloves though.
Closeups of my handiwork
Wonker..I cannae even hold a camera straight.
It feels great to know that I made that, from scratch..I made the flat bits of wood turn into a cupboard, though putting the sliding doors onto their tracks was hardest.
Now that I have the cupboard in place, I can get super organised as I shall be getting the accessories from Ikea this weekend.
Tis funny how having such a large cupboard (which, by the way, fits perfectly into the space I had there) lets you realise how few clothes you have, my old cupboard was groaning for more space but here I feel as if I could shop and shop and still have space.
Sex
Why is having a lot of sex normally a reason to call someone a slut?
If you like it, do it! Nobody is called a slut because they go out a lot, are they?
I don't see what the difference is?
Also, why is oral sex "dirtier" than cunt sex?
I really don't understand that..if you're engaging in sexual behaviour, surely it should be judged on a level playing field.
Why is giving head seen as worse than having sex?
Strange.
This is what we were discussing at work today, we came to the conclusion that I am a slut and would welcome a department wide sexual free for all.
I didn't retaliate as the guy who sits opposite me and the dude who comes in to fix the AC are both fucking gorgeous and I wouldn't say no.
If you like it, do it! Nobody is called a slut because they go out a lot, are they?
I don't see what the difference is?
Also, why is oral sex "dirtier" than cunt sex?
I really don't understand that..if you're engaging in sexual behaviour, surely it should be judged on a level playing field.
Why is giving head seen as worse than having sex?
Strange.
This is what we were discussing at work today, we came to the conclusion that I am a slut and would welcome a department wide sexual free for all.
I didn't retaliate as the guy who sits opposite me and the dude who comes in to fix the AC are both fucking gorgeous and I wouldn't say no.
2007/09/11
11th Sept/Cheap Shoes/Regrets
This day six years ago, the towers fell.
Everyone seems to remember where they were and what they were doing on this day.
My brother was at home with the two bob bits and was in the bog when the announcement was made, he emerged to see my mum watching Fox (why no Sky News woman?!) and the anchor shouting how they would get the people who did this to them..six years on, they still haven't.
Anywho, I myself was trudging around London with my friends of the time (whom I DO miss from time to time..well only two of them but then I remind myself that it is not my fault that the friendship went bad). Trudging around the posh London uni's for some open day about all the university colleges of London (one which I would eventually end up at).
I got a free newspaper from a dude which I thought was strange as nothing in my knowledge at the time was free. I got home and after initially thinking that there was only one tower, I was informed by my brother (who, after listening to the news all day was up on all the conspiracy theories and whatnot) that there were actually two.
What got me in years to come was how normal the trains were on the way home that day. Unless I didn't realise that they were being delayed. Anywho, to my knowledge they ran normally as I got home in an hour (which is the normal time to my old house even during good Tube timing). I am surprised that the tube didn't close down totally as I assume that this is what would happen if it were to happen today.
Even now when I come out of Canary Wharf station in the morning and I see an aeroplane, I still panic slightly as I don't personally want to die (and it is not because of how people will cope without my existence but it is because I have a lot of shit I want to do before I die and also that I shall be damned if I let a fundie kill me, I want to die doing something fun and original..)
Anyway, onto shoes. I have never worn cheap shoes, it is against my religion (that and cheap underwear). Today for some reason I decided to wear my cheapest and cleanest pair of shoes (cleanest because the bottom has seldom touched the ground due to the cheapness). They killed my feet, I had to buy new shoes at lunchtime damn it! That got me to thinking about regrets. I surely regret buying those shoes, but what is a life without regrets? Is it perfect? I personally don't think so, but then again, I am the person who believes that life is only good because of the shit you need to go through, only as a result of the bad can you truly appreciate the good. I have a tonne of regrets in my life as I am sure everyone else does. The person who claims to have no regrets in life has either not lead a life or is a liar.
This is all from the profound mind for today.
Everyone seems to remember where they were and what they were doing on this day.
My brother was at home with the two bob bits and was in the bog when the announcement was made, he emerged to see my mum watching Fox (why no Sky News woman?!) and the anchor shouting how they would get the people who did this to them..six years on, they still haven't.
Anywho, I myself was trudging around London with my friends of the time (whom I DO miss from time to time..well only two of them but then I remind myself that it is not my fault that the friendship went bad). Trudging around the posh London uni's for some open day about all the university colleges of London (one which I would eventually end up at).
I got a free newspaper from a dude which I thought was strange as nothing in my knowledge at the time was free. I got home and after initially thinking that there was only one tower, I was informed by my brother (who, after listening to the news all day was up on all the conspiracy theories and whatnot) that there were actually two.
What got me in years to come was how normal the trains were on the way home that day. Unless I didn't realise that they were being delayed. Anywho, to my knowledge they ran normally as I got home in an hour (which is the normal time to my old house even during good Tube timing). I am surprised that the tube didn't close down totally as I assume that this is what would happen if it were to happen today.
Even now when I come out of Canary Wharf station in the morning and I see an aeroplane, I still panic slightly as I don't personally want to die (and it is not because of how people will cope without my existence but it is because I have a lot of shit I want to do before I die and also that I shall be damned if I let a fundie kill me, I want to die doing something fun and original..)
Anyway, onto shoes. I have never worn cheap shoes, it is against my religion (that and cheap underwear). Today for some reason I decided to wear my cheapest and cleanest pair of shoes (cleanest because the bottom has seldom touched the ground due to the cheapness). They killed my feet, I had to buy new shoes at lunchtime damn it! That got me to thinking about regrets. I surely regret buying those shoes, but what is a life without regrets? Is it perfect? I personally don't think so, but then again, I am the person who believes that life is only good because of the shit you need to go through, only as a result of the bad can you truly appreciate the good. I have a tonne of regrets in my life as I am sure everyone else does. The person who claims to have no regrets in life has either not lead a life or is a liar.
This is all from the profound mind for today.
2007/09/09
My excitement filled weekend
So, Friday was a day filled with excitement.
I think that's the right word.
It was all go in the Panesar/Ross household as our new Samsung CHESTED fridge was set to arrive.
It came at about 10.30-ish and I was instructed to leave it unplugged for 8 hours.
I couldn't wait and so I read the manual which told me that you could plug it in as soon as you cleared all the plastic out, this was done and the fridge was switched on. It had to be left for a couple of hours so I went shopping for food to store in my new pride and joy (did I mention that it lets out both ice AND water?! You shall have to pardon my excitement as I have never bought a brand new fridge for my house, though I have experienced dispensing fridges/freezers at my parents' house).
Anywho, I returned from Sainsbury's and I swear that the car was actually dying under the weight of the shopping bags I had in there.
I was getting ants in my pants waiting for the fridge to be ready so I decided to sit by it with the work laptop out, doing some "work" (playing Solitaire and Free Cell).
Two hours flew by and it was time to store stuff in the fridge and BOY is that fun. Everything went where it was meant to be (this has never happened in a fridge of mine and thus I was doubly chuffed).
Everything was put away, the husband even came home from work and was amazed that I had managed to fix it myself (sexy git! Er..I mean sexist git!..Yeah, that sounds better).
Went out on Friday, had me some fun and came back home.
Saturday morning, Ikea, true to their word, delivered the base to my cupboards at the ungodly weekend hour of 8.30.
I will say one thing for Ikea, I love them, simply because when they inconvenience you, they deliver for free which is something that I know MFI do not do.
Anywho, to fit the cupboard in place I had to finish some of the laminate flooring off, this was fun!
Me et Simon decided to just click it in with the chest of drawers on top. As with most simple plans, this did not work and we had to remove the drawers and move the chest. Then I!! had to lie on the bed with my head hanging down and click the pieces in UNDER the bed.
Anywho, did that, put the drawers back in and then got to fixing the cupboard.
Needless to say it took us until 6pm today to finish them off and they are marvellous fucking things. I can actually sit in one cross legged and I also had to get up a ladder and do the heights bits (thank you VERY much you feminists).
The sliding doors are the best things since sliced bread and could keep someone with a brain the size of a 5 year old child amazed for hours (thus, the novelty will not wear off for me for about 10 weeks).
All that needs to be done now is for the walls to be repainted (the purple ones) and the underside of the bed to be floored then I am done.
I am quite proud of myself seeing as I had most of the legwork myself and it was pretty easy.
Now all I need to do is go crazy and get it super organised inside..JOY!
The painting is easy as nothing much really need be moved now, just put sheets down and Bob will indeed be your uncle.
I seriously recommend Ikea to anyone, the stuff is not expensive and it stands the test of human nature, the instructions are very easy to read (there is no writing, just pictures..why Simon enjoyed them so much) and if you get stuck, the people on the phone are very helpful.
My dad can't believe that my DIY skills are on a par with his.
I think that's the right word.
It was all go in the Panesar/Ross household as our new Samsung CHESTED fridge was set to arrive.
It came at about 10.30-ish and I was instructed to leave it unplugged for 8 hours.
I couldn't wait and so I read the manual which told me that you could plug it in as soon as you cleared all the plastic out, this was done and the fridge was switched on. It had to be left for a couple of hours so I went shopping for food to store in my new pride and joy (did I mention that it lets out both ice AND water?! You shall have to pardon my excitement as I have never bought a brand new fridge for my house, though I have experienced dispensing fridges/freezers at my parents' house).
Anywho, I returned from Sainsbury's and I swear that the car was actually dying under the weight of the shopping bags I had in there.
I was getting ants in my pants waiting for the fridge to be ready so I decided to sit by it with the work laptop out, doing some "work" (playing Solitaire and Free Cell).
Two hours flew by and it was time to store stuff in the fridge and BOY is that fun. Everything went where it was meant to be (this has never happened in a fridge of mine and thus I was doubly chuffed).
Everything was put away, the husband even came home from work and was amazed that I had managed to fix it myself (sexy git! Er..I mean sexist git!..Yeah, that sounds better).
Went out on Friday, had me some fun and came back home.
Saturday morning, Ikea, true to their word, delivered the base to my cupboards at the ungodly weekend hour of 8.30.
I will say one thing for Ikea, I love them, simply because when they inconvenience you, they deliver for free which is something that I know MFI do not do.
Anywho, to fit the cupboard in place I had to finish some of the laminate flooring off, this was fun!
Me et Simon decided to just click it in with the chest of drawers on top. As with most simple plans, this did not work and we had to remove the drawers and move the chest. Then I!! had to lie on the bed with my head hanging down and click the pieces in UNDER the bed.
Anywho, did that, put the drawers back in and then got to fixing the cupboard.
Needless to say it took us until 6pm today to finish them off and they are marvellous fucking things. I can actually sit in one cross legged and I also had to get up a ladder and do the heights bits (thank you VERY much you feminists).
The sliding doors are the best things since sliced bread and could keep someone with a brain the size of a 5 year old child amazed for hours (thus, the novelty will not wear off for me for about 10 weeks).
All that needs to be done now is for the walls to be repainted (the purple ones) and the underside of the bed to be floored then I am done.
I am quite proud of myself seeing as I had most of the legwork myself and it was pretty easy.
Now all I need to do is go crazy and get it super organised inside..JOY!
The painting is easy as nothing much really need be moved now, just put sheets down and Bob will indeed be your uncle.
I seriously recommend Ikea to anyone, the stuff is not expensive and it stands the test of human nature, the instructions are very easy to read (there is no writing, just pictures..why Simon enjoyed them so much) and if you get stuck, the people on the phone are very helpful.
My dad can't believe that my DIY skills are on a par with his.
2007/09/06
Skin
I had a blister on my foot and the skin has just come off, isn't it surprising how soft new skin is? It is truly amazing.
That is my insight for the day.
I have been cleaning out my cupboards today in anticipation of the frame arriving at Ikea (*crosses fingers, legs and eyes*).
I got out three full black bags of stuff that I don't wear, thus I have one empty bridging unit and three empty drawers, well two drawers and one shelf.
So, I have to put the stuff back but that will be done later.
Er..that's all from my fascinating life.
Also, I may have to restart cardio soon and I need to send my graduation letter off.
That is my insight for the day.
I have been cleaning out my cupboards today in anticipation of the frame arriving at Ikea (*crosses fingers, legs and eyes*).
I got out three full black bags of stuff that I don't wear, thus I have one empty bridging unit and three empty drawers, well two drawers and one shelf.
So, I have to put the stuff back but that will be done later.
Er..that's all from my fascinating life.
Also, I may have to restart cardio soon and I need to send my graduation letter off.
2007/09/05
The Fridge
Friday night I got in and fancied some ice-cream.
I went over to the freezer to get some of it out and it was like a big lump with water swimming around it, now take into account that this is triple chocolate ice-cream and thus would take an age to defrost (damn you Haagen Dasz).
Anywho, I had been saying for a few days that there was a funny smell in the fridge though I put it down to some lemon juice I put in there (as it smelt a bit lemony..duh).
I thought nothing of it and came downstairs the next morning to make some tea, only to find out that the milk was chewy (no, I didn't taste it, the consistency was that of a chewy nature).
Anywho, I discover that horror of horrors, the fridge is broken!
So, I woke my one week housemate up and off we trudged to find a new fridge.
We found one and it is coming this Friday.
The fun didn't end there.
I had to cook everything in the fridge and freezer so for the past few days we have been eating like pigs, I am at the stage now that I am eating only to survive, not because I like the food.
I have eaten so much chicken and pork over the past few days that I do believe I am breaking out in the meat sweats.
I have one cup of coffee every day and that is it.
I never ever thought that I would hate eating, but I do and it is because I am eating everything at once (through necessity, not through choice).
Funny how it was a dream at once to eat whatever I wanted whenever but now (as with most things) the reality is far worse than the dream.
Anywho, the fridge and freezer are finally empty and no food shall be purchased until Saturday. Normally I would jump at the chance to be wined and dined though that wont be happening now (I can just picture the relief on Simon's face..I'm no longer cheap).
In the past few days, I have made AND eaten the following:
I went over to the freezer to get some of it out and it was like a big lump with water swimming around it, now take into account that this is triple chocolate ice-cream and thus would take an age to defrost (damn you Haagen Dasz).
Anywho, I had been saying for a few days that there was a funny smell in the fridge though I put it down to some lemon juice I put in there (as it smelt a bit lemony..duh).
I thought nothing of it and came downstairs the next morning to make some tea, only to find out that the milk was chewy (no, I didn't taste it, the consistency was that of a chewy nature).
Anywho, I discover that horror of horrors, the fridge is broken!
So, I woke my one week housemate up and off we trudged to find a new fridge.
We found one and it is coming this Friday.
The fun didn't end there.
I had to cook everything in the fridge and freezer so for the past few days we have been eating like pigs, I am at the stage now that I am eating only to survive, not because I like the food.
I have eaten so much chicken and pork over the past few days that I do believe I am breaking out in the meat sweats.
I have one cup of coffee every day and that is it.
I never ever thought that I would hate eating, but I do and it is because I am eating everything at once (through necessity, not through choice).
Funny how it was a dream at once to eat whatever I wanted whenever but now (as with most things) the reality is far worse than the dream.
Anywho, the fridge and freezer are finally empty and no food shall be purchased until Saturday. Normally I would jump at the chance to be wined and dined though that wont be happening now (I can just picture the relief on Simon's face..I'm no longer cheap).
In the past few days, I have made AND eaten the following:
- Chicken and mushroom pies
- Fish fingers
- Turkey steaks
- Chicken breasty things
- Yet more chicken
- Yet more chicken
- Pasta (times 5 or so)
- Pizza
- Indian food
- Sausage rolls
It doesn't sound like a lot, but trust me, it IS a lot, especially for TWO people.
Anywho, it is a Samsung dealy (was it a coincidence that the dude who sold it to me was also wearing a Chelsea kit under his uniform? However, he doth have a modicum of respect from me due to it NOT being the Samsung kit but the Cools kit). It also dispenses water and ice (thus, no more waiting around for ice to be made) and its a mother of a thing. I happened to say in the store that you could store two/three human bodies in either side (fridge or freezer), a statement which was met with a few funny stares from other customers/the dude who served us.
Anywho, that is it methinks, all the food is finally finished and I am kinda glad that I don't have to eat anything.
2007/09/02
Idiots and Sue Townsend
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Lol, what a dickhead.
This is why you research stuff before you get yourself permanently inked up.
Now to Mrs Sue Townsend, this woman is leg-end.
She writes in a way that I can only hope to write in, she writes about things that effect everyone but her writing is anything but boring. I fell in love with her at the age of 12 (my age, not hers) after reading about Mr Adrian Mole. I remember seeing Adrian Mole on the TV when I was too young to understand it and I must say that the casting for the most recent outing was excellent as that was exactly how I imagined him to look.
Now Mrs Townsend makes no bones about the fact that she has no formal writing qualifications but I feel that it is this fact alone that makes her writing so accessible to everyone, if you write about what the masses experience, it will be a hit. I am currently reading The Confessions of Middle Aged Woman and it is hilarious. She mentions two authors in this book who take themselves far too seriously and I feel that this is a curse on modern society. People seem to think that to be educated and intelligent, you need to read the great classics..the great classics were new books at one time or another and there are no doubt a million people out there who have read them to look refined and educated when in actual fact they have no idea what the book was about.
This happened to me once, I decided to read War and Peace because my dad made it sound interesting. At this stage in my life I was going to uni FIVE days a week, so that is about 2 hours of commuting a day. I knew that this exericse was futile when on the Friday of the third week, I was still on page 2 of the book.
One of the only classics that I have enjoyed reading is by Zola, and everyone knows this.
Also, back to Sue, for a lady who says she has no formal qualifications, she can sure write an entertaining and funny book..and that is what I want from a book. A book need not be clever or riddled with large words for it to be a good book. A good book is the kind that you like to read, in my case this varies from books about poisons to books about ragged trousered philanthropists.
That brings me onto another point, just because you read a book in a few days does not make it a good book. I am currently reading The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and I have been doing so since last November. This book is without a doubt one of the best written books that I have come across, the reason I have not yet finished it is because the book is simply that great.
This reminds me, this is the first time in ages that I have actually sat down and blogged, must be because I have nothing else to do, the husb is sleeping (jetlag) and I have done everything that needs doing.
Anywho, has anyone ever started reading a really good book and then stopped? I started reading Life of Pi and it was excellent, now it's kinda boring as the boy is just stuck in the sea, I don't really fault the author, it must be the situation that bores me.
Oh well, I shall finish of Sue and then get back to Pi, or failing that, read some of the other 13 million books I lugged home from the library yesterday.
Lol, what a dickhead.
This is why you research stuff before you get yourself permanently inked up.
Now to Mrs Sue Townsend, this woman is leg-end.
She writes in a way that I can only hope to write in, she writes about things that effect everyone but her writing is anything but boring. I fell in love with her at the age of 12 (my age, not hers) after reading about Mr Adrian Mole. I remember seeing Adrian Mole on the TV when I was too young to understand it and I must say that the casting for the most recent outing was excellent as that was exactly how I imagined him to look.
Now Mrs Townsend makes no bones about the fact that she has no formal writing qualifications but I feel that it is this fact alone that makes her writing so accessible to everyone, if you write about what the masses experience, it will be a hit. I am currently reading The Confessions of Middle Aged Woman and it is hilarious. She mentions two authors in this book who take themselves far too seriously and I feel that this is a curse on modern society. People seem to think that to be educated and intelligent, you need to read the great classics..the great classics were new books at one time or another and there are no doubt a million people out there who have read them to look refined and educated when in actual fact they have no idea what the book was about.
This happened to me once, I decided to read War and Peace because my dad made it sound interesting. At this stage in my life I was going to uni FIVE days a week, so that is about 2 hours of commuting a day. I knew that this exericse was futile when on the Friday of the third week, I was still on page 2 of the book.
One of the only classics that I have enjoyed reading is by Zola, and everyone knows this.
Also, back to Sue, for a lady who says she has no formal qualifications, she can sure write an entertaining and funny book..and that is what I want from a book. A book need not be clever or riddled with large words for it to be a good book. A good book is the kind that you like to read, in my case this varies from books about poisons to books about ragged trousered philanthropists.
That brings me onto another point, just because you read a book in a few days does not make it a good book. I am currently reading The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and I have been doing so since last November. This book is without a doubt one of the best written books that I have come across, the reason I have not yet finished it is because the book is simply that great.
This reminds me, this is the first time in ages that I have actually sat down and blogged, must be because I have nothing else to do, the husb is sleeping (jetlag) and I have done everything that needs doing.
Anywho, has anyone ever started reading a really good book and then stopped? I started reading Life of Pi and it was excellent, now it's kinda boring as the boy is just stuck in the sea, I don't really fault the author, it must be the situation that bores me.
Oh well, I shall finish of Sue and then get back to Pi, or failing that, read some of the other 13 million books I lugged home from the library yesterday.
2007/08/31
Robots
Sometimes I wish I was a robot, so I could feel no pain.
However, then I wouldn't feel the love either so..I'm not sure.
All I know is, I am pissed off/very upset about what somebody very close to me said about me and it's not one of those incidents that I can ignore.
Oh well, tis nice to know how people truly feel, what a REAL let down I am to them.
However, then I wouldn't feel the love either so..I'm not sure.
All I know is, I am pissed off/very upset about what somebody very close to me said about me and it's not one of those incidents that I can ignore.
Oh well, tis nice to know how people truly feel, what a REAL let down I am to them.
2007/08/29
Suck my dick
Beijing's penis emporium
By Andrew Harding BBC News, Beijing
There are many thousands of Chinese restaurants around in the UK and everyone has their favourite dish, but only in China itself do chefs specialise in a range of slightly more unusual delicacies.
The dish in front of me is grey and shiny.
"Russian dog," says my waitress Nancy.
"Big dog," I reply.
"Yes," she says. "Big dog's penis..."
We are in a cosy restaurant in a dark street in Beijing but my appetite seems to have gone for a stroll outside.
Nancy has brought out a whole selection of delicacies.
They are draped awkwardly across a huge platter, with a crocodile carved out of a carrot as the centrepiece.
Nestling beside the dog's penis are its clammy testicles, and beside that a giant salami-shaped object.
"Donkey," says Nancy. "Good for the skin..."
She guides me round the penis platter.
"Snake. Very potent. They have two penises each."
I did not know that.
Deer-blood cocktail
"Sheep... horse... ox... seal - excellent for the circulation."
She points to three dark, shrivelled lumps which look like liquorice allsorts - a special treat apparently - reindeer, from Manchuria.
Government officials... two of them... they're having the penis hotpot Nancy
The Guolizhuang restaurant claims to be China's only speciality penis emporium, and no, it is not a joke.
The atmosphere is more exotic spa than boozy night-out.
Nancy describes herself as a nutritionist.
"We don't call them waiters here. And we don't serve much alcohol," she says. "Only common people come here to get drunk and laugh."
But she does offer me a deer-blood and vodka cocktail, which I decide to skip.
Medicinal purposes
The restaurant's gristly menu was dreamt up by a man called Mr Guo.
He is 81 now and retired.
After fleeing China's civil war back in 1949, he moved to Taiwan, and then to Atlanta, Georgia, where he began to look deeper into traditional Chinese medicine, and experiment on the appendages of man's best friend.
Apparently, they are low in cholesterol and good, not just for boosting the male sex drive, but for treating all sorts of ailments.
Laughter trickles through the walls of our dining room.
"Government officials," says Nancy. "Two of them upstairs. They're having the penis hotpot."
Most of the restaurant's guests are either wealthy businessmen or government bureaucrats who, as Nancy puts it, have been brought here by people who want their help.
What better way to secure a contract than over a steaming penis fondue.
Discretion is assured as all the tables are in private rooms.
The glitziest one has gold dishes.
"Some like their food served raw," says Nancy, "like sushi. But we can cook it anyway you like."
Rare order
"Not long ago, a particularly rich real estate mogul came in with four friends. All men. Women don't come here so often, and they shouldn't eat testicles," says Nancy solemnly.
The men spent $5,700 (£3,000) on a particularly rare dish, something that needed to be ordered months in advance.
"Tiger penis," says Nancy.
The illegal trade in tiger parts is a big problem in China.
Campaigners say the species is being driven towards extinction because of its popularity as a source of traditional medicine.
I mention this, delicately, to Nancy, but she insists that all her tiger supplies come from animals that have died of old age.
"Anyway, we only have one or two orders a year," she says.
"So what does it taste like?" I ask.
"Oh, the same as all the others," she says blithely.
And does it have any particular potency? "No. People just like to order tiger to show off how much money they have."
Welcome to the People's Republic of China - tigers beware.
Sliced and pickled
"Oh yes," she adds, "the same group also ate an aborted reindeer foetus.
"That is very good for your skin. And here it is..."
Another "nutritionist" walks in bearing something small and red wrapped in cling film.
My appetite is heading for the airport.
Still, I think, it would be rude not to try something.
I am normally OK about this sort of thing. I have had fried cockroaches and sheep's eyes, so...
There is a small bowl of sliced and pickled ox penis on the table.
I pick up a piece with my chopsticks and start to chew. It is cold and bland and rubbery.
Nancy gives me a matronly smile.
"This one," she says, "should be eaten every day."
Kinda ironic how they send a man called Harding to report about eating cock.
By Andrew Harding BBC News, Beijing
There are many thousands of Chinese restaurants around in the UK and everyone has their favourite dish, but only in China itself do chefs specialise in a range of slightly more unusual delicacies.
The dish in front of me is grey and shiny.
"Russian dog," says my waitress Nancy.
"Big dog," I reply.
"Yes," she says. "Big dog's penis..."
We are in a cosy restaurant in a dark street in Beijing but my appetite seems to have gone for a stroll outside.
Nancy has brought out a whole selection of delicacies.
They are draped awkwardly across a huge platter, with a crocodile carved out of a carrot as the centrepiece.
Nestling beside the dog's penis are its clammy testicles, and beside that a giant salami-shaped object.
"Donkey," says Nancy. "Good for the skin..."
She guides me round the penis platter.
"Snake. Very potent. They have two penises each."
I did not know that.
Deer-blood cocktail
"Sheep... horse... ox... seal - excellent for the circulation."
She points to three dark, shrivelled lumps which look like liquorice allsorts - a special treat apparently - reindeer, from Manchuria.
Government officials... two of them... they're having the penis hotpot Nancy
The Guolizhuang restaurant claims to be China's only speciality penis emporium, and no, it is not a joke.
The atmosphere is more exotic spa than boozy night-out.
Nancy describes herself as a nutritionist.
"We don't call them waiters here. And we don't serve much alcohol," she says. "Only common people come here to get drunk and laugh."
But she does offer me a deer-blood and vodka cocktail, which I decide to skip.
Medicinal purposes
The restaurant's gristly menu was dreamt up by a man called Mr Guo.
He is 81 now and retired.
After fleeing China's civil war back in 1949, he moved to Taiwan, and then to Atlanta, Georgia, where he began to look deeper into traditional Chinese medicine, and experiment on the appendages of man's best friend.
Apparently, they are low in cholesterol and good, not just for boosting the male sex drive, but for treating all sorts of ailments.
Laughter trickles through the walls of our dining room.
"Government officials," says Nancy. "Two of them upstairs. They're having the penis hotpot."
Most of the restaurant's guests are either wealthy businessmen or government bureaucrats who, as Nancy puts it, have been brought here by people who want their help.
What better way to secure a contract than over a steaming penis fondue.
Discretion is assured as all the tables are in private rooms.
The glitziest one has gold dishes.
"Some like their food served raw," says Nancy, "like sushi. But we can cook it anyway you like."
Rare order
"Not long ago, a particularly rich real estate mogul came in with four friends. All men. Women don't come here so often, and they shouldn't eat testicles," says Nancy solemnly.
The men spent $5,700 (£3,000) on a particularly rare dish, something that needed to be ordered months in advance.
"Tiger penis," says Nancy.
The illegal trade in tiger parts is a big problem in China.
Campaigners say the species is being driven towards extinction because of its popularity as a source of traditional medicine.
I mention this, delicately, to Nancy, but she insists that all her tiger supplies come from animals that have died of old age.
"Anyway, we only have one or two orders a year," she says.
"So what does it taste like?" I ask.
"Oh, the same as all the others," she says blithely.
And does it have any particular potency? "No. People just like to order tiger to show off how much money they have."
Welcome to the People's Republic of China - tigers beware.
Sliced and pickled
"Oh yes," she adds, "the same group also ate an aborted reindeer foetus.
"That is very good for your skin. And here it is..."
Another "nutritionist" walks in bearing something small and red wrapped in cling film.
My appetite is heading for the airport.
Still, I think, it would be rude not to try something.
I am normally OK about this sort of thing. I have had fried cockroaches and sheep's eyes, so...
There is a small bowl of sliced and pickled ox penis on the table.
I pick up a piece with my chopsticks and start to chew. It is cold and bland and rubbery.
Nancy gives me a matronly smile.
"This one," she says, "should be eaten every day."
Kinda ironic how they send a man called Harding to report about eating cock.
2007/08/26
Jezza Paxman
I love this man.
Not only is he an intellect, but akin to all intellects that I have the joy of knowing, he takes the piss out of anything and his sarcasm is always on point.
I used to be the only 12 year old at school who watched Newsnight and it was because of him that I did so, he has this excellent way of delivering news with his own cynical spin on it. I remember the time the beeb made him do the weather during his show and he simply said "rain in the north, bits of less rain further down". This is why the man is a leg-en, no messing about.
He is similar to another man I love, Mr Jon Snow, he is HILARIOUS. He not only gets the news across in a way that I enjoy, his dress sense is also very snappy..tie matchy with socks..bad. Once me and my Mauritian accomplice went to HOF and I was in heaven because not only did I see JS socks, I also saw FL NAKED (well, he had pants on) on FOUR lift doors..I had a boner for the rest of the day. Heh, I remember when the Pope died and JS said that he would be back at the Vatican in a few years time, bringing in another Pope as this one wouldn't last long (due to him being the oldest of the Pope candidates)..bad.
Anywho, I love JP because of how he has reacted to the recent problems of the BBC, they are making billions of quid worth of profits and they say they have to cut programmes back. That is a lie! I can't be the only person who has noticed how flash their pre-programming things are..the stuff that says BBC1/2 and the person who announces what programme is on next, it doesn't need to be that fancy, CUT BACK ON THAT! Why is it that they never do the easiest thing? Also, I am happy that they weren't able to increase our license fee by yet more money..serves them right! Thinking they can take us on a ride and make us pay through the nose for crappy programmes and repeats of stuff that is shit. They need to repeat the following shows:
Not only is he an intellect, but akin to all intellects that I have the joy of knowing, he takes the piss out of anything and his sarcasm is always on point.
I used to be the only 12 year old at school who watched Newsnight and it was because of him that I did so, he has this excellent way of delivering news with his own cynical spin on it. I remember the time the beeb made him do the weather during his show and he simply said "rain in the north, bits of less rain further down". This is why the man is a leg-en, no messing about.
He is similar to another man I love, Mr Jon Snow, he is HILARIOUS. He not only gets the news across in a way that I enjoy, his dress sense is also very snappy..tie matchy with socks..bad. Once me and my Mauritian accomplice went to HOF and I was in heaven because not only did I see JS socks, I also saw FL NAKED (well, he had pants on) on FOUR lift doors..I had a boner for the rest of the day. Heh, I remember when the Pope died and JS said that he would be back at the Vatican in a few years time, bringing in another Pope as this one wouldn't last long (due to him being the oldest of the Pope candidates)..bad.
Anywho, I love JP because of how he has reacted to the recent problems of the BBC, they are making billions of quid worth of profits and they say they have to cut programmes back. That is a lie! I can't be the only person who has noticed how flash their pre-programming things are..the stuff that says BBC1/2 and the person who announces what programme is on next, it doesn't need to be that fancy, CUT BACK ON THAT! Why is it that they never do the easiest thing? Also, I am happy that they weren't able to increase our license fee by yet more money..serves them right! Thinking they can take us on a ride and make us pay through the nose for crappy programmes and repeats of stuff that is shit. They need to repeat the following shows:
- Bottom
- Red Dwarf
- The Krypton Factor
- I shall think of more
2007/08/25
Hypocrites
I always spell that word wrong.
Whilst I am here, ain't it a boon figuring out what pants to put on? Annoys the hell outta me sometimes.
I need to moisturise my face with my new moisturiser which kicks arse but alas, my skin is getting super super dry (funny that it was DOVE which made it dryer). What will become of me?! I cannae moisturise twice a day!
Anywho, just straightened my hair for the first time after it was cut and although it doesn't feel as soft as when she did it, the hair has come out far choppier than that and I loves it, my stylist girly is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..I recommed Laura at Kevin Joseph to anyone.
Anywho, more shall be told about the coiffeurs later.
Back to the subject of today's sermon...HYPOCRITES (AND LIARS)
There is one huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge liar in my family and you can tell it is he for even Pinocchio is jealous of his giant schnozz.
He lies so damn much and thinks that people believe him, funny how unsatisfied he is with his own life that he has to make up lies about other people..wanker.
I.e. I was asked something recently and I said yes and he came out and said "Oh, she asked my kid the same thing", this is a blatant lie as the child is only 6 and cannot be asked the question.
Also, somebody asked for a favour and he has sworn flatout that he will not help, though we all know that come Tuesday, he will have broken his promise.
I think one of the reasons that he lies is to make himself look good, i.e. make everyone else hate a certain person and not want to aid them, then he can step in like the hero.
Another thing, he is adamant that his children shant leave their beds for overnight guests when all the other kids in the family had to do this for his gargantuan wife.
Anywho, in time he will learn, though God has dealt him a pretty crap hand (only if you are desi will you understand this when I say he has 4 daughters). Despite even this, he still doesn't learn.
I seriously don't understand why people lie this much, HOW CAN YOUR OWN LIFE BE THAT BORING?! I don't have enough time to fabricate stories about MYSELF, let alone other people..and plus, why would I want the extra headache?
Basically, if you're going to suck up, then do it, why suck up to one person and then tell another person that you hate the arse of the former?
Idiots mayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyn
Whilst I am here, ain't it a boon figuring out what pants to put on? Annoys the hell outta me sometimes.
I need to moisturise my face with my new moisturiser which kicks arse but alas, my skin is getting super super dry (funny that it was DOVE which made it dryer). What will become of me?! I cannae moisturise twice a day!
Anywho, just straightened my hair for the first time after it was cut and although it doesn't feel as soft as when she did it, the hair has come out far choppier than that and I loves it, my stylist girly is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..I recommed Laura at Kevin Joseph to anyone.
Anywho, more shall be told about the coiffeurs later.
Back to the subject of today's sermon...HYPOCRITES (AND LIARS)
There is one huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge liar in my family and you can tell it is he for even Pinocchio is jealous of his giant schnozz.
He lies so damn much and thinks that people believe him, funny how unsatisfied he is with his own life that he has to make up lies about other people..wanker.
I.e. I was asked something recently and I said yes and he came out and said "Oh, she asked my kid the same thing", this is a blatant lie as the child is only 6 and cannot be asked the question.
Also, somebody asked for a favour and he has sworn flatout that he will not help, though we all know that come Tuesday, he will have broken his promise.
I think one of the reasons that he lies is to make himself look good, i.e. make everyone else hate a certain person and not want to aid them, then he can step in like the hero.
Another thing, he is adamant that his children shant leave their beds for overnight guests when all the other kids in the family had to do this for his gargantuan wife.
Anywho, in time he will learn, though God has dealt him a pretty crap hand (only if you are desi will you understand this when I say he has 4 daughters). Despite even this, he still doesn't learn.
I seriously don't understand why people lie this much, HOW CAN YOUR OWN LIFE BE THAT BORING?! I don't have enough time to fabricate stories about MYSELF, let alone other people..and plus, why would I want the extra headache?
Basically, if you're going to suck up, then do it, why suck up to one person and then tell another person that you hate the arse of the former?
Idiots mayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyn
2007/08/19
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Cardio gets results
My fat hands will be the death of me..
Anywho, this should serve as enough motivation.
2007/08/12
Aching thighs, blisters, Punjabi restaurants, a Mauritian nutcase
So yesterday me and Akash FINALLY got to go to London.
Now it's not like we have never been before as we are both Londonites but we hardly ever have time to go together.
Anywho, as per usual I was late, instructed to meet him in HMV and thus I made my way there.
I couldnae see him so I decided to navigate mes way to the NSync section, which too eluded me, so I went to my rhcp section, looked around, rang him and then sent him a text.
Twas on my way out of le shop when I saw (out the corner of my eye) this dude in a white t shirt jumping up and down.
Came out of the shop and went on our walkies, twas a ripe photo op as we saw this building which reminded me of a Storm Trooper, thus many pics of it were taken (his better than mine..damn you!), we rambled around a bit more, took some more pics..we came past an Odeon cinema which had men carved around the building, twas strange how the old mixed with the new so well and didn't look odd. Opposite that was a CHINESE church (Soho Baptist Church). This prompted a discussion as to whether Chinese people were Christian or Buddhist. Pictures were taken of the building and the sun was streaming down so they came out pretty well. Opposite that (and thus, next to the cinema) was a building which was green and orange and had a very nice metal design on it, very uniform it were and thus pictures were taken. Then we went into a hardware store because I needed to get me some paint and stuff. Took pictures of another Victorian building and then we entered a sci-fi fan's paradise, though to be fair..it was BAD! We milled around a bit more and then came across a restaurant..a PUNJABI one, I failed to see any Mauritian ones around anywhere..*looks very smug*. We dashed down some side road and took more pictures..it was quite fun being a tourist in your home town. Where the cinema was, it was very quiet, strange how if you just turned down two more streets it was bustling..funny to find somewhere so quiet in the middle of London. We went to a furniture shop which had some sexcellent stuff in there, I am tempted to buy two lights and a chest of drawers from there (the chest being made of GLASS!).
We ate at Fridays, I would have made Delboy proud as I had a Singapore Sling, though negated to take any pictures as I am not THAT bad. Ate up, spoke about random crap..ranging from getting anything your heart desires from Mauritius, how stupid families are and custom made t-shirts.
Wandered around a bit more, got asked where the British Museum was (we had no idea), tried to find a shop that we both fell in love with (and failed), got the tube to Picadilly Circus and then got it back home again as someone had to train.
Pictures shall be WATERMARKED!! and posted in the next post I do believe.
Btw, I got home and found I had a blister..and today my thighs ache.
Hello? Cardio!?
Now it's not like we have never been before as we are both Londonites but we hardly ever have time to go together.
Anywho, as per usual I was late, instructed to meet him in HMV and thus I made my way there.
I couldnae see him so I decided to navigate mes way to the NSync section, which too eluded me, so I went to my rhcp section, looked around, rang him and then sent him a text.
Twas on my way out of le shop when I saw (out the corner of my eye) this dude in a white t shirt jumping up and down.
Came out of the shop and went on our walkies, twas a ripe photo op as we saw this building which reminded me of a Storm Trooper, thus many pics of it were taken (his better than mine..damn you!), we rambled around a bit more, took some more pics..we came past an Odeon cinema which had men carved around the building, twas strange how the old mixed with the new so well and didn't look odd. Opposite that was a CHINESE church (Soho Baptist Church). This prompted a discussion as to whether Chinese people were Christian or Buddhist. Pictures were taken of the building and the sun was streaming down so they came out pretty well. Opposite that (and thus, next to the cinema) was a building which was green and orange and had a very nice metal design on it, very uniform it were and thus pictures were taken. Then we went into a hardware store because I needed to get me some paint and stuff. Took pictures of another Victorian building and then we entered a sci-fi fan's paradise, though to be fair..it was BAD! We milled around a bit more and then came across a restaurant..a PUNJABI one, I failed to see any Mauritian ones around anywhere..*looks very smug*. We dashed down some side road and took more pictures..it was quite fun being a tourist in your home town. Where the cinema was, it was very quiet, strange how if you just turned down two more streets it was bustling..funny to find somewhere so quiet in the middle of London. We went to a furniture shop which had some sexcellent stuff in there, I am tempted to buy two lights and a chest of drawers from there (the chest being made of GLASS!).
We ate at Fridays, I would have made Delboy proud as I had a Singapore Sling, though negated to take any pictures as I am not THAT bad. Ate up, spoke about random crap..ranging from getting anything your heart desires from Mauritius, how stupid families are and custom made t-shirts.
Wandered around a bit more, got asked where the British Museum was (we had no idea), tried to find a shop that we both fell in love with (and failed), got the tube to Picadilly Circus and then got it back home again as someone had to train.
Pictures shall be WATERMARKED!! and posted in the next post I do believe.
Btw, I got home and found I had a blister..and today my thighs ache.
Hello? Cardio!?
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