tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-130870892011-11-18T11:39:32.223Z"Man who scratches ass should not bite fingernails."Saranoreply@blogger.comBlogger2131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-53404324964492487462010-08-17T18:22:00.004+01:002010-08-17T18:36:13.680+01:00

So its been more than a week since. How am I faring?Ok I guess. Mornings are considerably easier. It doesn't hurt as much. The pangs are more or less gone, save for the times when I glimpse at a couple that reminds me of what used to be us, then it twinges.I saw Azzy and bf in the street today while walking back home. Surreal. I always thought (cruelly probably) that we would at least outlast

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-62795521129229782542010-08-09T19:17:00.002+01:002010-08-09T19:24:20.707+01:00

Yes yes.Another End.The Boy did it. Not me this time.I'm supposed to chat with him tonight to get it clear why and that but I figured I'd better update you first cos it's been a while, hasn't it bloggy dearest?It happened Sunday night during our scheduled chats on Skype. I didn't really see it coming. I lost the fear of losing him somewhere around the 1st year. It's not good to be paranoid that

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-7824982235889424822010-06-14T08:14:00.003+01:002010-06-14T08:23:03.441+01:00

Ok, so it's crept up to about 4 1/2 out of 5. Maybe 6 if you're being picky. But its on the up. I don't know if I can or even should keep it up. Time will tell.And I've got nothing against KoC. Really. It's just a bit of time sucking that is fine when I'm not here, its just as unfortunately as time sucking when I am here.* * *M&S underwear is brilliant. Soft, yet stylish. I'm never going back to

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-34426678904767535492010-06-13T18:49:00.003+01:002010-06-13T22:57:29.794+01:00

Bonjour from Saint-Etienne!I don't expect blog posts will be all that common this holiday but I thought I should post some updates before I get too swamped later this month.Yes, I am taking a well deserved (?) holiday in the quaint town of Saint-Etienne. So far I've gone to some people's houses; had a picnic in the park, complete with games and lots of giggling, and watched France play Uruguay to

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-68910934168387735782010-05-27T00:20:00.003+01:002010-05-27T00:27:30.587+01:00

My lovely (albeit sometimes stinky) house mate just popped in for a word.It's his house that I was going to stay in over summer.He went to speak to his letting agent today about the housing issue.Turns out, the agency was sympathetic and said "We can't hand your friends the keys. It says so in your contract."But they can hand the keys to a tenant, who then hands the keys to whoever they want.But,

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-79057593076558859742010-05-26T21:33:00.002+01:002010-05-26T21:47:37.450+01:00

Sorry sorry. I've been busy. Since Paris it's been all about knuckling down and working hard. Fingers crossed it pays off.Anyway, mondo stressed. Wasn't so stressed yesterday but things have changed / turned to shite since yesterday.The place I thought I was going to live in during summer - turns out the letting agency has now done a 180 and said no, you can't stay there. Which would have been a

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-16786715741940610702010-04-03T21:23:00.006+01:002010-04-04T02:04:40.728+01:00

So Paris was a truly awesome trip. Totally 10 outta 10 for the time I had there - the only downside being not enough time!I really miss the Boy, but that goes pretty much without saying. Post-Paris the yearning is worse though. I think we're both suffering from separation anxiety. It's the good kind tho, cos we're both feeling it. More to the point, we're going through it together, so it's not

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-25903924167400213732010-04-02T17:00:00.000+01:002010-04-02T17:50:56.335+01:00

So Easter break is soo frigging short. I didn't get to see the Boy over Christmas cos of passport problems so we met up in Paris for the first time in what seemed like ages (6 months to be exact).Here's my trip in pictures:Took the Eurostar from London to Paris. I got a single seat! View of the French countryside. You can tell the difference between the UK and the continent, France is a lot

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-82881676191199819012010-04-02T16:00:00.002+01:002010-04-04T02:05:36.283+01:00

Day 1 - SundayWent to the Luxembourg Gardens to catch a puppet show in the Theatre du Luxembourg. So much fun! It was all in French but since it was for kids, I could follow along with my very rusty French and my personal translator sitting beside me haha.The best bit was the kids in front getting so excited!The view from where we sat. 2 big heads in front but it was still a good view. Only 4E50

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-40771450237496408962010-04-02T15:00:00.001+01:002010-04-04T02:07:04.220+01:00

Day 2 - MondaySunny day! So it was up to the Sacre Coeur which was near our hotel in Montmarte. Uphill all the way.And given my horrendous sense of direction, it was reassuring to have this sign pointing straight to it. And yes, we did make it eventually. The place is truly impressive! And the view from the top of the hill was gorgeous - if not for the masses of tourists crowding round.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-58861326279676384782010-04-02T14:00:00.003+01:002010-04-04T02:07:48.720+01:00

Day 3 - Tuesday - Last Day!Decided not to do much today.Went to visit Tom, one of the Boy's friend's from his year out in Brazil. Tom's Australian and lives in Paris with his French girlfriend on his ERASMUS year in uni.And yes, I do feel a slight twinge of envy.Anyway, Tom's place in Paris is awesome. It's small but cosy. I'll just say you can tell that a girl lives there. We brought some wine

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-18504295673461033012010-03-25T23:05:00.000Z2010-03-25T23:06:05.014Z

About a week ago I was doing my laundry - folding clothes and putting them away (like I should have done a week before) when tragedy struck.But to set the scene, let me first tell you about my dresser drawers.Mr dresser drawers have a mind of their own. They always want to be open and they never close or at least never stay closed, no matter how full or empty they are. Granted when they have

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-21373057573330865212010-03-01T00:48:00.004Z2010-04-02T17:43:51.630+01:00

FRIDAYKPUM Annual Debate 2010 Part 1So I signed Charlaine, Melody and myself up for this debate. Mainly because Shaun, who was organising it, sent me a facebook message asking if I would be interested in joining. Then, when I emailed him back, he said there was only one place left. I signed us up before I had even gotten a confirmation from Charlaine (oops). Well too late now. I went to London on

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-76457402544985149512010-02-25T19:08:00.002Z2010-02-25T19:13:13.216Z

The clouds have cleared and it looks a lot clearer. I'm sitting in the Legal Practice Library with Melody thinking about what to say for Saturday's debate. I haven't touched PLR yet but I've got Blackstone's Criminal Practice staring me in the face so I could just photocopy the relevant pages. Once Saturday's over, I know I'll feel a lot better. I haven't even thought about next week yet. P.S. I

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-17314492287565457372010-02-14T21:16:00.003Z2010-02-14T23:21:41.199Z

It's supposed to be a day of love and happiness. It's also Chinese New Year so double whammy!I fked it all up tho.What started as a normal nice conversation with The Boy turned into a noxious blend of crying a begging on my part. And I totally deserve it.What happened? I fked up that's what happened. 14 months ago I clicked around The Boy's computer one day and read something I shouldn't have. I

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-22978585206158087242010-02-14T16:45:00.004Z2010-02-14T16:45:00.703Z

I'm not usually the sentimental type, but since Paris is coming up I'm feeling especially soppy.So here's a tribute to The Boy for sticking around - things that remind me of him: His keychain from Brasil - parting gift from France. Most sentimental thing ever! The stool fron Ikea which The Boy helped me carry all the way from Ikea! Totes house slippers which I bought from Swansea Debenhams. The

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-11073130642946448902010-01-30T17:23:00.003Z2010-01-30T17:28:54.663Z

And since my last post, Mother Nature has zapped me with her nature stick and blessed/cursed me with the crimson tide. The scarlet waterfall. And all the other euphemisms Lea, Squish and I came up with to gross out the guys. I still vividly remember the day we made tampon angels. Ah, good times, good times.This comes as quite a shock because, even tho I said I was feeling the symptoms, the flow

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-12390006748956027152010-01-28T15:21:00.003Z2010-01-31T00:14:43.484Z

Uh oh,PMS is coming. I can feel myself getting catty.Tash is sensing hers is coming soon.I've got all the symptoms that it's coming but somehow mine delays for another week or so.I suppose this is a warning/notification/information/warning to The Boy and other people who will come into contact with me that I will be more sensitive and irritable than normal. This by all means doesn't reflex on you

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-33940917934655202542010-01-26T00:13:00.003Z2010-01-26T00:34:09.175Z

It's been a day of upturns and down spirals. Its difficult to balance both, mainly because they not only happen to me, but to people I know and care about. Here's the break down.Worked until 7.30am. Slept for 1 hour. Woke up at 8.45am for a 9am class. Result: serious sleep deprivation.Presented work in PLR class. Got most of the answers right. Fave tutor teaching. Good start to the day.Checked

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-69363460705729990712010-01-06T00:42:00.005Z2010-01-06T01:31:40.863Z

So the new year has started and in full swing too.It's started snowing! In Cardiff! It snowed on Tuesday. And its forecasted to snow on Wednesday too. Its really amazing to look at, I would be thoroughly more excited about it if not for no. 2 below. Also, as I sit here typing this, there are snow tourists (as I call them) playing in the snow outside. Ah, winter rookies...I've started on a

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-26449352275951500202010-01-02T19:42:00.001Z2010-01-02T19:44:20.409Z

I feel like screaming. Screaming out of frustration. Screaming out of anger. Screaming out of joy. A whole convulsion of emotions and there’s no right way to express them. My whole body is twisted up in knots and those knots in unbreakable elastic bonds to another, miles away. I want to pound on the floor and beseech the sky to open up and drown me. I have been watching RSC’s Hamlet in BBC

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-86635857438684327952009-12-31T01:26:00.002Z2009-12-31T01:34:30.450Z

So I took that walk.And I feel a lot less... emo. As a side note, on the way out I encountered my house mate who asked me "where are you going?" to which I replied "out for a walk" to which he laughed and said "oh! So emo!" Wrong. He has since realised the error of his ways and has not amused himself at my moodiness. Although I have to admit, the adjective was appropriate, I hate the word.A lot

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-65717892280915301962009-12-30T22:00:00.002Z2009-12-30T22:06:56.817Z

I got my period yesterday. So I'm definitely feeling extra sensitive and vulnerable and hormonal.At the moment I'm feeling a little pissed off.It's a little bit of anger mixed with some frustration aimed at The Boy. It's not all his fault but I need to vent and usually I can vent to him but for the last 3 months, I haven't really been able to and therefore I'm aiming all my daggers in his

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-81681061880440159492009-12-25T04:10:00.003Z2009-12-25T04:16:07.084Z

Technically it's Christmas morning, but it's not really.There's no tree.There are no presents.There's no family.This is a sorry excuse for a Christmas if I ever saw one.I can do without the tree and presents. But I'm home alone. The house mates have gone off to Malaysia and London respectively. The Boy is uncontactable. Family is thousands of miles away and the relatives I have here couldn't give

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-14293345347081821332009-12-24T14:33:00.003Z2009-12-24T14:38:12.643Z

Things to do:Get out of bedBrush teethChange clothesContact lensesGo to Tesco Metro and buy floor cleaner and chocolate chipsGo to Melody's house at 5.30 with a sieveGo to Bin Hau's for steamboatI should start getting on that.* * *I've also been in heat for the past 2 weeks. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me. Severe lack of Boy around I guess.Period is also late. Not too troubling

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-33622859015370552252009-12-20T01:05:00.004Z2009-12-20T01:44:43.401Z

I was supposed to go to France for a nice holiday break but my passport's not back from the Home Office yet. I haven't even had word about biometrics yet. Everyone else I know has at least gotten a letter from them but I haven't. I sent it off thru the Student Support Centre so maybe they;re on holiday now or something but either way it's been over 6 weeks. It takes up to 14 weeks so I have found

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-26385990910065456162009-11-18T22:28:00.003Z2009-11-18T22:34:43.771Z

I have period PAIN.And it hurts like a mother.It feels like my uterus is so heavy and just wants to drop out. I quite feel like I wouldn’t mind having it outside for a while – at least I won’t feel so bloated and at the same time, I could just get rid of all that vascular lining that is just itching to be disposed of.I hate it when Aunt Flo springs up on me so unexpected. It was somewhat expected

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-23960128093011224702009-11-14T11:17:00.002Z2009-11-14T11:50:49.235Z

Yeah, so I've been busy. I know. I know! Rubbish excuse! But that does mean that there's nothing really too magical about my life so far.1.Placement weekAnother week marshalling with a judge gone by. This time it was a Crown Court Judge so it was all criminal stuff. Saw mostly sentences and Prelims and PCMHs. If you don't know what those are, don't bother finding out, it's all mostly criminal

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-39351508827534768862009-10-27T23:39:00.004Z2009-10-27T23:55:45.111Z

Days don't normally go like this. The day started off great. I totally aced the negotiation session. Well I did better than last time (which isn't that hard) but I can now say I don't suck at negotiation. There's hope for me yet! Negotiation was at 9am so I had a loooong break until 4pm when I had my Criminal Practice large group session. I do enjoy all the modules - there's something new to

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-39292228449522024092009-10-18T22:55:00.002+01:002009-10-18T23:00:09.318+01:00

You’ve all heard of sexual frustration – you wanna do it, but you can’t. Same same. France just wants to fk with me. Apparently this complete lack on internet-connectivity is not isolated to one university in one lone part of France, it’s nation-wide. Save the little children from cyber-pedos but wreck all forms of long-distance relationships, why don’t you? Yes, we all know French women are born

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-21484035626414228062009-10-12T12:08:00.004+01:002009-10-18T23:02:08.884+01:00

I should have blogged about this yesterday but to be honest, I couldn't be arsed.Friday night I went out for pub golf with the BVC fellas. Given that I didn't go out hte last time or that I haven't been drinking for ages I should taken it a bit slower. But no. I went racing off like a mad woman with a wax lined stomach.Here's what I got into myself:Vodka mixer (orange juice) down in 1Half a

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-64143887440960809612009-10-08T12:36:00.003+01:002009-10-08T13:09:27.880+01:00

I overslept this morning. I had a 10am class. Almost unheard of to have a class start after 9am. Today was supposed to be a good day.But I overslept. I set my alarm for 8.55, then reset it for 9.10. But i didn't I thought I did, but I didn't. And now I'm trying desperately to find an alternative Small Group Session to attend. If not, then I'll just go to the library tonight and make up the work

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-66012002853094403572009-10-04T01:06:00.002+01:002009-10-04T01:17:38.710+01:00

Inner Temple had their Introductory Weekend for Out of London Students this last Friday and Saturday. The normal stuff really. Friday in Dark Suits and formal stuff - Saturday we had a drama thing by LAMDA. Good fun jumping around and breathing and things. I didn't take my camera. Cos i forgot. Sorry.Stayed at Lea's place! Bless her! Less than 2 days in London and she lets me crash at her place

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-87980533875893908302009-09-20T23:48:00.003+01:002009-09-21T00:10:50.871+01:00

I didn't go to Church like I was supposed to, even if I have had a hard week and an hour in church would have done me some good. Instead, I bummed around at home, did a bit of work and watched QI and Whose Line like a maniac.To be fair, I was talking to my best friend so in light of that I think I should be granted a reprieve. Maybe I'll go to Mass on Wednesday at the University Chaplaincy. It’s

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-6039024964947700582009-09-19T03:44:00.006+01:002009-09-19T22:18:25.404+01:00

I love my hair. Whatever I have left of it, I love it.It's quite long now - about down to my shoulder blades. I went to Vidal Sassoon the other day to make an appointment, armed with my Term 1 timetable, but they didn't havent any student cuts available for 2 months! So I think I'll take it as a challenge and see how long I can keep my hair long till i get fed up with it and chop it off.Which

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-33087321845756951442009-09-18T22:21:00.005+01:002009-09-18T22:37:15.406+01:00

I wasn't going to write anything cos nothing fabulous has happened but it has been a marked improvement on the day before. Heck any improvement would be a marked improvement from yesterday.The bank has lowered the overdraft fee to £15 so at least there's some possibility of him paying it on time. Whoo!The other account holder has paid in about half of what he owes or is going to owe so at least

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-19712007651850249802009-09-17T22:55:00.002+01:002009-09-17T22:58:13.234+01:00

I want to cry.But that would serve no useful purpose cept dehydrating me.I want to punch something.But I'd only crush my knucles and make a bloody mess.I want to scream.But I'd like to keep whatever shred of dignity I have left.I want to throw up.But I hate the feeling.I want to cry.But I won't.

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-52128276925688291672009-09-17T21:33:00.002+01:002009-09-17T21:40:16.404+01:00

Today has possibly been the crummiest day.Got a letter from the bank saying that the account is going to be charged £25 overdraft fees for an overdraft that was caused by the other account holder - who doesn't seem to be giving a shit. Yesterday the guy that was supposed to rent the room that is available in my flat decided not to because he doesn't have a UK guarantor - and the girl that really

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-62476074942093188162009-09-13T21:19:00.005+01:002009-09-13T21:37:40.180+01:00

At the moment my favourite hobby is thinking up romantic, poetic things to send thru sms to The Boy in France. Inspiration comes in many shapes and forms. To list a few:a WH Auden poetry quoteA Savage Garden songI'm trying to keep them few and far between so as to keep them special and rare if you like. It's tempting to spend the whole day just coming up with some really handkerchief-soaking gems

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-14816181648780275242009-09-11T23:18:00.000+01:002009-09-12T02:22:11.317+01:00

Well the first week is over. Granted that it was only two days but a very hectic deep-end-of-the-pool two days it was. I’m glad the weekend is here and I finally have some time to chill out and relax and sort out what I have to do for the next week. I’m determined to not mess about like I did last year. In a way I’m sort of glad / relieved that The Boy isn’t an hour's train ride away any more.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-57964020400181097212009-09-10T23:02:00.000+01:002009-09-12T02:23:11.431+01:00

Just had my first day of BVC. Tiring. Stressful. But hopeful.The Boy is in France learning French and doing his dissertation in Mediterranian weather. I miss him like anything but it helps to know that he misses me just as much. It's a small but powerful comfort. His birthday is on Saturday and since I can't be with him I'm trying to do as much as I can from here. Which includes trading in my

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-9852651510226447982009-09-03T23:24:00.003+01:002009-09-03T23:33:48.940+01:00

Azzy wants to stay till the end of October but I don’t think we can rent out the room if that’s the case. If you wanted to rent a room for Uni you would want to start from the End of September and at least October. I guess there are only 2 options, but to me, there’s only one. Azzy will essentially be kicked out of the house (not really, she can still stay, just not in that room) and that’s not

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-9063779968825059982009-09-02T15:44:00.001+01:002009-09-02T15:48:13.392+01:00

Miserable miserable MISERABLE f-ing day.And it started out so well. The BT guy came over and sorted out the phone line. It was a lighting strike at the phone interchange so everything's fixed now. And now I have my internet back!Then I got a message from Haeks saying that he’s NOT coming back to Cardiff this year, he’s going to ABERDEEN for placement. Great timing… So now I have to deal with

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-82956389316713732822009-09-01T00:57:00.000+01:002009-09-01T01:28:11.018+01:00

The Boy is heading off to France to learn French. Very soon. A little too soon but what can I do eh? Quite happy for him to frolic around in Gaul while I slave away in Cardiff. At least there’s something for me to do. That’s my Achilles’ heel – boredom. It kills me.I have to start brushing up on my French now. Out of competitiveness than anything I must admit. I do miss learning French but the

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-72679088053146756832009-08-24T23:56:00.002+01:002009-08-24T23:57:20.741+01:00

I have less than 30 seconds to write this. I am quite annoyed.I don't know why I'm even here sometimes.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-87380771813910312272009-08-17T16:19:00.001+01:002009-08-17T16:19:41.439+01:00

Woke up this morning with the radiant glow of sunshine permeating through my curtains. Spent an hour reading my latest Jeffery Archer acquisition until I felt too hungry to go and strolled down the corridor to do the toothbrushing business and make some breakfast. No cereal and milk this time – soup noodles with mince beef, veggies and egg! Lovely and warm even if it was a bit too dilute. Didn’t

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-47632122186381412172009-08-17T00:36:00.001+01:002009-08-17T00:38:19.993+01:00

Il ya certaines choses que je ne le comprendrai jamais.Saying things in French gives it a certain mystique to that the English language cannot afford to it. With French, every phrase is said with emotion, with a gesture, with a deeper meaning and story behind it. It makes you wonder why.* * *It’s funny how people can get so attached to things that to others are of no consequence. A smelly old

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-29802056376714491382009-08-13T19:19:00.002+01:002009-08-13T19:25:52.362+01:00

But so far no parties. I went for Hui Teng’s (Hui Ann’s sister) birthday dinner courtesy of an invitation from Dominic. Went to Cosmo in Cardiff Bay, a Chinese, Asian, Oriental Buffet thing which turned out just as I thought it might – huge variety of food but a little pricy at 12 pounds a head. Saved a bit on transport cos a couple of the group had cars so we all drove down. Xiu Mei got a little

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-38401002567592433602009-06-30T14:35:00.002+01:002009-06-30T14:41:32.930+01:00

I GRADUATED!! Fk yeah!I'm moving into my new flat TOMORROW! Fk Yeah!I'm in Swansea and the weather is good! Fk Yeah!Ok, so the last one isn't that great but it's still good. I got a Second Class honours Lower division. I'm quite pleased with it tho. A Second Class is still a second class. Onwards to the BVC!The New Flat will be awesome! I am SUPER looking forward to staying in a flat with less

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-91771664974262283272009-06-16T09:53:00.002+01:002009-06-16T10:02:41.310+01:00

I'm scared. Confused.Like I'm peering into the the darknessand all I see is a light that blinds.Shell shock. Mortar bombed.The dust cloud rises upand obscures what should be clear.The radio crackles in silence.Surrounded by a choking warmthmy skin shivers in fere.How did it come to this?A hatred of the softand the condemnation of the lost.-Anon, 2009

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-69525881451179840922009-06-13T03:11:00.002+01:002009-06-13T03:13:46.904+01:00

i think i have become boring girlfriend.Fk that Sht. Wht the hell is wrong with me? I gotta stop trying so hard.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-32116587507356754852009-05-31T02:19:00.004+01:002009-05-31T02:25:30.155+01:00

meaning MORE SHOPPING. well There are still things I want to buy but have not.I went to Dorothy Perkins today and they HAVE the dress I wanted but not in my size. None in stock and none that they can order in. SHOOT.I hit H&M a few days ago and was considering buying a nice light blue cardigan from them. Unforch its. £9.99 so a bit over my budget right now. Waiting till the parentals come...Tried

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-5164977136477613482009-05-30T22:32:00.004+01:002009-05-30T23:18:42.393+01:00

Exams are over. Will it's been over since last Tuesday.I was trying to be good and I went to a gym class on Friday. Legs, Bums & Tums. A good class and left feeling all worked out, tired but a bit sore. I was sore all day until i went to bed.Come Saturday.Getting up in the morning was such a pain. And I mean PAIN. From the waist down. Quads. Hamstrings. Calves. And all the tendons and ligaments

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-44197411111919477902009-05-24T21:18:00.003+01:002009-05-24T21:23:17.046+01:00

I am in the foulest of foul moods.1. My period came today. Effing OUCH. It feels like there are callipers trying to pry my hips apart. And not mentioning the dull ache of the fat kid trying to dig his way out with a blunt spoon. And the eternal flow of blood. Disgusting I know but I have to live with it and I’m not happy about it EITHER.2. I have my final exam on Tuesday and this is the LAST

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-68423703367976045452009-05-24T17:20:00.001+01:002009-05-24T17:22:03.872+01:00

Give me athletically toned over curvy tho. Muay Thai ftw!

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-5647507404151004452009-05-23T23:51:00.000+01:002009-05-24T02:02:21.195+01:00

I'm not obsessed with hair or food or clothes or my looks by my own admission. There is one thing i will admit being slightly obsessed with tho. And that's my waist. Mainly because I'm short and I was quite round at one point and I want that curvy cut-in waist but can never manage to get. That hip-to-waist ratio becomes uber important when you're only 5-foot-nothing.So cue this morning (or rather

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-53379940334780933612009-05-20T22:51:00.003+01:002009-05-20T22:54:56.182+01:00

Have you ever sat on your bum so long that it becomes uncomfortable and you have to keep shifting your weight to get some feeling into that area?Have you ever sat on your bum so long that it begins to hurt when the bottom of the pelvis digs into the seat cushion?Have you ever sat on your bum so long that it stops hurting and begins to go painfully numb?Have you ever sat on your bum so long that

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-1724687103649710192009-05-20T01:47:00.000+01:002009-05-20T01:47:52.630+01:00

One for the road. A pony tail with a literal hair band. A little messy because I only have one bobby pin but I like it! a 9/10 for neatness and naturality but minus one for me not being able to tie a nice pony tail all the time. And from the front, I look a bit bald with a pony tail. Damn fine hair!Note to self: remind mum to bring over bobby pins. They are expensive over here!

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-29340357845180831702009-05-19T14:27:00.000+01:002009-05-19T14:27:58.435+01:00

I like this :)Air-dried. 9.5/10! Minus points cos my hair isn't shiny :(I'm glad I can see myself in a messy unposed state and still think it looks better than chemicals and heat. I honestly believe that it looks nicer :)

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-60513616468282567192009-05-17T20:19:00.001+01:002009-05-17T20:23:05.982+01:00

Oh dear,I have become what I hated the most. Too many cutesy posts and none with actual intellectual substance. Exams are not to blame for this drain of blog post uncreativeness. I've just been too happy with life and/or otherwise preoccupied with the Boy and work and so forth to dwell on the darker side of society and existance.After reading some of my older posts and their comments, I feel like

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-62181232867455852312009-05-17T19:29:00.005+01:002009-05-17T19:55:57.561+01:00

My maternal granddad turned 80 over the weekend so HAPPY 80th Gong Gong!Yellow for added ong-ness. * * *I'm supposed to be writing down notes for Med Eths Exam but instead I found myself craving a dress that I saw on the internet while I was looking for a red dress for graduation. My mum asked me to at least think about what I was gonna wear so the train of thought is not entirely my own. However

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-85824416269675631202009-05-17T14:20:00.001+01:002009-05-19T14:21:04.694+01:00

A Full hair braid but with a slight twist. I took half hair first and did 4 turns of a plait and used it as the center braid in the full hair plait. It doenst show but it looks quite smooth I guess. It's not a centre braid as it slants off over the right shoulder. 6/10 for being pretty but boring. Useful in studying situations. Now if only my hair was a little longer then it wouldnt prickle my

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-75480579319136858262009-05-16T14:17:00.000+01:002009-05-19T14:17:20.504+01:00

A pleasant half-hair plait. Straight hair is remnants of the blow-dry a few days ago. Score: 6/10 cos Even tho it loks nice, Taking half hair is tought for me cos my hair is quite thin so it looks even thinner when half is tied up.* * *This is wilso serve as a hair diary so that I know what I can and cannot do with my hair. There are weird things that I do to it late late at night which look

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-29024819275971347192009-05-15T22:03:00.001+01:002009-05-15T22:06:25.712+01:00

Blow-drying your hair is a necessity in the UK. I don't particularly enjoy it, I am fully aware of heat damage and I try not to use the hair dryer but when the weather is damp and cold, a head full of wet hair is the worse thing to have. I use a spray on heat protection + straightener (2-in-1) so my hair comes out (un)naturally straight. I still find it quite eerie even after a couple of years of

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-69268343368480119252009-05-14T11:47:00.001+01:002009-05-14T11:49:19.995+01:00

So I slept on the curls and voila! Lovely bouncy waves! They are a little looser than they look in the picture but they feel nice and soft and give my hair a bit of much-needed volume. I love this hairstyle! 9/10 for gorgeous bouncy waves! The only bad thing is that when windy, the waves will go haywire. And since I also like being messy and running around, they won't last very long. So minus 1

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-19369494798026110782009-05-13T22:28:00.000+01:002009-05-14T11:52:00.989+01:00

I was bored so I played around with Chern's flat iron which she lent to me for CROWNight and I haven't returned yet. My curling control has improved tremendously tho I am aware of the dangers of heat damage to hair. I didn't blow-dry before curling - I let me hair dry naturally.The curls here are quite tight and bouncy - not as tight and curly as the CROWNight curls tho... thank goodness.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-20824223498494311292009-05-11T20:53:00.000+01:002009-05-13T21:03:50.442+01:00

Because of exams I am finding new ways for destressing/wasting time.Here are a collection of pictures that I have taken to illustrate Exam Hibernation Season:A receipt from Lidl.The Highlighted yellow items are instant food. Should keep me going for at least a week.The aforementioned items. Plus some leftover Cadbury's hot chocolate. Which I have now finished. Nesquick ftw!* * *I will also be

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-57057387118722319182009-05-09T12:56:00.002+01:002009-05-09T13:01:15.898+01:00

Yes, I'm already planning my costume. Because I don't want to end up in the middle of October and not know what to wear.I want to wear this:But seeing as it costs a bomb for the shirt, skirt (with tie) and socks, I think I will make my own.So I need:A yellow Spongebob t-shirtBrown mini skirt or shortsA red tieWhite knee high sports socksBlack Mary Jane heelsThat is, provided I actually care about

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-30750118833100676022009-05-09T11:46:00.003+01:002009-05-09T11:52:56.109+01:00

I hate it when dreams get poignant.I also hate that poignant isn't spelt the way it sounds. So very annoying.Will try not to think about aforementioned dream but it is haunting me at the moment. Instead of a dream catcher, someone should invent a dream swatter. To go with a memory eraser. And a sin scrubber.Societies Awards dinner tonight. Dress code is formal so I have to get all fancied up.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-46168425434887179642009-05-08T16:21:00.002+01:002009-05-08T16:24:56.313+01:00

I feel like I'm in a white washed bubble. Something like the white room/place in the Matrix. Cept I'm there all by alone feeling sorry for myself. Sounds so pathetic. Oh well. I'll take a gander round and see if I can't find a door or at least some company.Oh yes. Exams on the 12th, 22nd and 26th. Good luck to everyone for theirs.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-762686755194877592009-04-13T16:13:00.008+01:002009-05-13T20:53:36.822+01:00

Yeah, went to Manc last-last Thursday to catch the Jason Mraz concert in Manchester Academy. Here are the pics because I'm too lazy to write a proper post.The Ticket!One of the dishes for Thursday dinner. Yes, those are CHILLI SEEDS.Egg tarts and juice for Friday Breakfast! So yum. Seriously.Friday - A Visit to Old Trafford!The Concert. Short but SUPERB.The only downside of the concert was that

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-77905959997370957072009-04-12T23:59:00.000+01:002009-04-13T01:32:25.506+01:00

I got into Cardiff BVC. Score!I think I had food poisoning yesterday. I forgot to eat dinner today.Totally unintentional. Will eat properly tomorrow. Promise.Amal still has my camera. Is she back from Egypt yet?Med Eths Assignment to do and Juris to start. Dammit.Must call Keylet. Did I mention I'm going to rent a house next year?Must also go to Lidl and buy food to cook.Oh yes,HAPPY EASTER!

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-12329949703284310032009-04-10T05:25:00.000+01:002009-04-13T01:33:00.536+01:00

I think the post title is a little blasphemous but I'm ok with it. If Jesus can't laugh at himself, then he's no fun.I haven't scrolled thru or re-read my blog in a while but I can't help but remember what I wrote last Good Friday and what was planned for that day. It was a day in March and further research leads me to declare that it indeed was March 21 2008.I can still remember how I felt and

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-55818520811857984282009-03-31T19:39:00.002+01:002009-03-31T19:40:31.777+01:00

We got GOLD for netball! We are the Champions!And gold for other things too.And I bought a really nice netball for 7 pounds. Score!

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-40543203070809987272009-03-31T03:41:00.002+01:002009-03-31T04:04:01.458+01:00

I suppose being stuck in couple status for a full 4 seasons warrants some sort of acknowledgement, as much as I don't like publicising my private life.So what has made this year so different? What are the special things that I should take away from this extraordinary 365 days?We started out normal but it wouldn't be interesting without a twist somewhere and our twist came right at the beginning.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-20250363339822476882009-03-04T23:55:00.002Z2009-03-05T00:04:15.867Z

I just bought:Raspberry express cabin suitcase from Tripp.co.ukPilot BLSG15 Gel Ink Refill Pack of 12 And now I want:A Lamy Safari Fountain PenJust one...

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-25121980392320596782009-02-17T23:36:00.001Z2009-02-17T23:37:53.894Z

No Warwick Netball for us this year either. Bus too expensive - 600 pounds. Not enough girls - 7 at the max.Cardiff and Warwick just don't seem to gel right do they?

Saranoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-46570989462585891072009-02-14T13:02:00.002Z2009-03-05T00:07:03.556Z

Dear,I lovemy wonderful, caring, kind, generous parents.my wise, funny, sprightly grandparents.my concerned, nosy, connected, noisy aunts.my quiet, doting, compassionate, economical uncles.my loud, rambunctious, silly, playful cousins.my whole, crazy, multi-faceted family.my loyal, hilarious, understanding, patient friends.my adoring, cute, tolerant, hard-working Boy.the hot, humid, lively city I

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-68652435417756506282009-01-23T04:58:00.003Z2009-01-23T05:17:11.958Z

While wasting time on the notorious social network site of my choice, I've been browsing thru a few of my 2nd and 3rd degree friend pages. Out of sheer boredom, I guess I end up wondering what my long lost comrades are getting up to.I don't know about you but there hasn't been the influx of love-ness that there was last spring - maybe because spring hasn't hit yet. Regardless, I've got to admit

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-33273300964334266992009-01-15T14:46:00.003Z2009-01-15T14:49:24.935Z

I went out clubbing at Oceana yesterday night.Every time I chew something I can hear bells ringing in my ears.Oh and I lost my camera. case.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-40641391315805884302009-01-13T16:48:00.003Z2009-01-13T17:03:37.464Z

Things that are making me mad:Tash and I found the PERFECT house. Chern doesn't want to put down the non-refundable agency fee. I will be furious if we lose this house.I've spent the last 10 days negotiating with Phoenix Garden about Chinese New Year and sending out email after email asking the committee about what they want and now it's all shot down the drain. What is the point in doing all

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-68506675771478850942009-01-12T03:22:00.006Z2009-05-17T20:18:09.319+01:00

The water's back on.My kidneys are saved!Picture courtesy of lunalil :)Not the Aberdare Hall toilet but close enough* * *On another note, I'm in the midst of doing a lot of things:Meeting up with Annie, the Phoenix Garden manager, to sort out things for CNY 2009Going to letting agencies and looking at houses with TashaWorking on my Jurisprudence assignmentGetting my hair cut, which means 2

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-8175952350630454222009-01-11T19:17:00.001Z2009-01-11T19:19:30.337Z

Since the water pipe near Park Place burst, there's been no more water. Oh shit.I need to pee.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-47830454300508871252009-01-09T22:14:00.001Z2009-01-09T22:19:53.243Z

Long time no text and I apologise. I shall begin to make it up to you with LISTS.Things I can do:I can French plait.I can I can prolong a conversation longer than necessary.I can pat my head and rub my tummy at the same time.I can put my legs behind my head.I can do a back flip.I can think of useless lists to write.Things I want to do:I want to own a dog.I want to be able to water ski.I want to

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-20272527467407780222008-11-10T15:06:00.003Z2008-11-10T15:13:53.313Z

I’m sore and fking moody as hell. I swing from being soft n squishy to being pissed as hell. If I didn’t know better, I swear I was going thru PMS. And since I’m not, I’m just fking moody.SORECos I went to Notts on Saturday and played 6 games of netball. Got 3rd place but no medal. Yeah, what the fk, right? Which in short, is why I amFKING MOODYCos the head official, when asked, said “yes, there

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-84148315573894442302008-10-30T22:32:00.003Z2008-10-30T22:53:36.839Z

I swear to God, I'm at the end of my rope. There are so many things I have to do. List!Take a showerDry my hairSleepPack party thingsDo some work for todayTomorrow:Remember about party things tomorrowGo to 3 hours of lectures tomorrowGo to the SU and check the room bookingBuy masking tapeBuy a pumpkinBuy SweetsTake a showerGet DressedPut on Make upEat LunchDecorate Party RoomMake sure people have

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-9445912440970159322008-10-21T23:59:00.003+01:002008-10-22T00:20:49.778+01:00

“When anything can go wrong, it will.”So far this week has felt like that.Wanted to go out; it was raining.Wanted to sell books; bookshop only takes them in on weekends.Wanted to go to the gym; was carrying a bag of books.Went to collect something; it wasn’t there.Went to see someone; they weren’t in.A summarily short list but it has roll-over consequences. It builds up one after the other.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-8454779348542346602008-10-10T13:42:00.002+01:002008-10-10T13:49:15.129+01:00

Quite a subjective question? A question where personal experiences can’t truly be separated from the subject matter at hand. It was on of those lonely boring nights where I decided I would take the question up with the general public – my general public that is.Here are the responses that I got when I asked some of my friends “What is Love?”"as far as i'm concerned, love is an excuse by mankind

Saranoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-64853847127257797252008-10-06T17:39:00.004+01:002008-10-07T02:53:26.942+01:00

This pic is too special to just post on Facebook yet.Hmm, not to hold with tradition but no Boy's face has been put on this blog. EVER. So consider this an exception to that. Sort of.Edit: By "Sort of." I mean that none of my Boy's faces have ever been displayed on my blog. And even tho this picture does not show his face, it's the closest I've ever come to putting it right up there on the front

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-62654669986534863392008-08-25T06:12:00.000+01:002008-08-25T07:13:34.022+01:00

I feel Awful. Gut-wrenchingly, heart-rippingly AWFUL. With a capital A if you haven't noticed.I woke up at 10.14am today. Which is UNHEARD of. Demonstrating the extent of my wretchedness.Verbal diarrhoea to Lea for about an hour till we had exhausted all possible topics of conversation.Still feel wretched.Wretched. Wretched. Wretched.How does feeling wretched feel like? Like there's an anchor

Saranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-15000918539476983022008-08-14T17:46:00.001+01:002008-08-14T17:48:31.319+01:00

I typed this out a while ago. Should tide you over till I get the Penang post ready.* * *I’ve never described myself as an avid adventurer. I’m no nature girl, I openly admit that. But I do have an insatiable curiosity about things. There’s never enough that I can learn about something I’m interested in. There’s always got to be something more.Case in point: Kuala Lumpur.This sprawling city of

Saranoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-3029072051104926652008-07-07T11:59:00.002+01:002008-07-07T12:02:25.605+01:00

Indeed. Sigh.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-90710541677885276962008-07-07T11:06:00.003+01:002008-07-07T11:38:29.264+01:00

Summer shopping list:*To fill the empty shell in which my soul once resided... No actually, just cos there's a sale on and I oughta stock up on necessities.Yellow t-shirt BraTho you can never have enough good brasAsics netball shoesNot necessarily netball shoes, but shoes for netball - BUT Netball shoes would be tres awesome.Bikini Bottoms from Bods.BodynitsThis brand really needs to have more

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-21281889154463718002008-07-06T09:48:00.005+01:002008-07-07T11:05:42.869+01:00

The good kind of woah tho. The kind where u go woah and then smile. And perhaps chuckle at the enormity of the woah.So yeah, what on Earth am I talking about?Not that big a deal but I like to share whenever anything cheers me up so this is me sharing.I was feeling a little glum these past few days - what with work and such and such - and just generally coasting along. Out clubbing with pals and

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-64280680312685794542008-07-04T03:24:00.004+01:002008-07-04T03:50:16.146+01:00

Ah, this is a purely responsive post, and probably won't make sense to anyone else. But hey, of you know me, you can ask me what's it about.* * *Dear Boy,I'm not comparing you and whatshisface. Everyone is different. That's over and done and you've definitely come out tops. When I say deja vu last year, I just mean with results and the overwhelming sense of failure. Nothing to do with the Boys in

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-1063257414399515332008-07-02T03:21:00.003+01:002008-07-02T03:45:57.340+01:00

It feels just like 365 days ago. Same situation. Same circumstances. Heck, even same state of being. Found out in the same place around the same time.Being a law student sucks balls.CODE MODULE TITLE MARK RESULTCL2320 INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY 52 PMCL2324 LABOUR LAW 45 PMCL3109

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-19193237207418737022008-06-28T05:04:00.004+01:002008-06-28T05:14:54.324+01:00

Right so there is a sudden influx of horrible mixed emotions which I just can’t deal with.I am HAPPY cos I passed all my modules and don’t have to go back to Cardiff to resit which means I get to spend until September with The Boy who is flying back after his Graduation.I am fking BUMMED OUT cos The Boy got a Third Class which means that he can’t do Masters OR BVC and is going to do the CLP in KL

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-19834323670669548852008-06-16T17:48:00.002+01:002008-06-16T17:56:30.135+01:00

Yes my darlings! I'm back in the motherland!It's only been a couple of days (Arrived on Saturday) but I feel like I've been here longer. I think its the amount of stuff that I've done since I've been back.Making the most of the tropical heat (and humidity!)* * *Missin' The Boy. And thinking he's adorable. Man I miss him. Sigh.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-23644111186900155692008-06-06T20:01:00.002+01:002008-06-06T20:19:09.337+01:00

I lurrrrrrrrve Bute Park when the sun is out. Its gorgeous and picturesque and beautiful.Barbecue with the funniest ladies around. Footie with The Boy (I suck but that's beside the point) and just lazing around in the sunshine on green grass with a clear blue sky overhead. I could not ask for more from today.It was a short 3 hours spent in the park but well good fun.

Saranoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13087089.post-43453511211578473332008-06-05T01:23:00.005+01:002008-06-06T20:33:26.553+01:00

ARGHI dunno why I've been so stressed lately.Things to do:Pack (for storage)Pack (for going back)Spend time with the BoyChill the fk outDoesn't seem like a lot of things on the list but they are damn hard to tick off. I haven't packed anything yet cept winter clothes. There are so many things I have to get before i pack as well, like my rucksack from Saiful.And I would greatly love to spend every

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