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April 28th, 2003
Things that are Purple


purple duvet.JPG purple bracelet.JPG purple eye.JPG purple cushion.JPG

My mum likened me to Leonardo da Vinci yesterday, referring to my ‘fingers in so many pies’ syndrome. That’s the biggest compliment I’ve ever had. He’s my hero ya see. Thanks Ma!
I present to you the funniest thing I’ve heard all year, maybe even all millenium (yes it tickled me that much):
Hello, Trotts? It’s a TrackBack ping to your outfits, being sent from Dorkville.
And: Move over Seal’s Kiss from a Rose, there’s a new contender in town for the “Saima’s favourite song” accolade. Evanescence bring us My Immortal and make the world a better place.


Posted at 5:51 pm | 3 comments | Category: General


April 26th, 2003
Shaddap-a-yo-face


I like food. No, really I do. Mexican, Italian, Portugese, sometimes Chinese, always biryani.
But my two ferocious pet hates are food related.
The first one is one I believe I share with many people. All sane people anyway. That would be the noises emitted from certain digusting individuals whilst they eat, nay devour, their food. This is usually the result of a poor upbringing that results in the mouth being open during their meal. But now it expands beyond these ill mannered folk. I think that my hate has now influenced my hearing to evolve into an acute ‘munch, crunch, I’m eating lunch’ sound capturing apparatus. I can hear you masticating from across the room. You over there nibbling politely on your cereal bar with your mouth respectfully closed? Thanks but I can still hear your teeth grinding together. And mum, I love you, but please stop eating that banana right now.
I also despise those who talk about food. Okay, I don’t mean I’m going to shoot you for asking me what I want for lunch. I mean the people who deliberate over their food. Those who explain in great (agonising) detail what they are in the mood for right now. I hate it because I know they are going to use food describing words. Succulent, juicy, delectable…. Why do I hate these words? Because I picture drool associated with them. I imagine lack of self control. Going ga-ga over goose, silly over spring onions, crazy about cannelloni. Of course, there are books, programmes, sites and even weblogs discussing food in great length. I loathe it.
And you know who’s to blame for all this hate, don’t you? Lloyd bloody Grossman.


Posted at 9:49 pm | 7 comments | Category: General


April 24th, 2003
Help Me


I’m sick :(
Meep meep.


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April 22nd, 2003
Things that are Yellow



Hospitals are altogether horrible places to be  If you squint you can see a deer!

And: #I think to myself what a mediocresometimeswonderfulsometimescrappy wooooooooooooorld.#
A thankyou, a thankyou.


Posted at 9:25 pm | 4 comments | Category: General


April 20th, 2003
Weekend in Scotland



This place was kind of freaky. We cut the engine but the vehicle seemed to roll uphill unaided. Plus my uncle (the driver) jumped out of the car in a 'look, no hand' type deal. Yikes. It was a beautiful day but the water was freezing.
Shameless advertisement!
This is a shot of the set of the Scottish soap River City. These houses and buildings are all fakes, most of them wth hollow insides! Another shot of the street. We later visited the inside sets that matched these exteriors.

And: You should visit Anil. Anil‘s site is really good. One could even say Anil‘s site est tres bon. Hands up who likes Anil? I like Anil. You like Anil. We all scream for ice cream.


Posted at 4:56 pm | 3 comments | Category: General


April 13th, 2003
Scary Movie


The night before last I slept restlessly. I was having a nightmare, struggling with someone who was trying to strangle me. I could feel the grip tight around my neck and I could hear myself screaming. It was one of those nightmares that felt so real. In fact it was.
I awoke suddenly. Sure enough, there was an arm around my neck. I struggled and squirmed in my bed. My heart was beating fast and my screams were now real. This nightmare was real.
I struggled with the arm but then soon realised that I wasn’t getting much resistance. In fact, the arm was limp. Shit, it’s a dead arm.
Panic. I screamed for help but no one was coming.
But wait. I could feel pins and needles in my left arm. When I tried to lift it there was no response. And that’s when I realised. I was strangling myself. My left arm had fallen asleep and had somehow been wrapped around my neck. Because it was asleep I couldn’t feel it and my state of half-sleepiness meant it felt alien to me.
Even after the realisation I was breathing heavily and petrified.
The scariest thing though? no one else in the house even stirred from their sleep. Thanks everyone.


Posted at 6:42 pm | 4 comments | Category: General





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