Tuesday, March 27, 2007

A & E

I see them, sometimes
As i walk past
Headed home from a late night out
They're standing there, some pacing
All bracing, waiting
Most grim, a few in tears
Everytime, i hope that its just a scrape, a drunkard fall
That the flashing lights was so that they could beat a red light

DCFC again write of it so well, here's What Sarah Said:

"And it came to me then that every plan is a tiny prayer to father time
As I stared at my shoes in the ICU that reeked of piss and 409
And I rationed my breaths as I said to myself that I'd already taken too much today
As each descending peak of the LCD took you a little farther away from me
Away from me

Amongst the vending machines and year-old magazines in a place where we only say goodbye
It stung like a violent wind that our memories depend on a faulty camera in our minds
But I knew that you were a truth I would rather lose than to have never lain beside at all
And I looked around at all the eyes on the ground as the TV entertained itself

'Cause there's no comfort in the waiting room
Just nervous pacers bracing for bad news
And then the nurse comes round and everyone will lift their heads
But I'm thinking of what Sarah said that "Love is watching someone die"

So who's going to watch you die?.."



unimportant side note: i ripped my earlobe slightly today while i was removing a new earring i had put in a bit too enthusiasticly.I broke a nail in the process. I wont be messing with my ear lobes for awhile. Messed up my middle piercing on the right ear. The new piercing is healing well. I can palpate the clots inside, but they'll disappear in a while. Just gotta keep up the salt water washes and not mess around with it. I will resist.

Monday, March 26, 2007

Kiss kiss


Kiss kiss
Originally uploaded by n.eliza.

Question-question time:

1. Who looks more kissable?

2. Is the dude cuter than me?

3. Is green eye shadow just too much?

4. Do people kiss with their eyes closed?

5. If someone held a gun to your head, and you had to snog one of us, who would it be? Or would you rather have a hole in the head?

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Confessions

-I have not exercised for 2 weeks

-Im so fat now its unbelieveable

-i dont write real haikus: my form is incorrect

-i hate sharing my single bed: i love sleeping sprawled on my bed. If the other person/s in the bed is not into having my arms and legs akimbo and all over them, there's always my floor. I have lotsa-lotsa blankies, and the floor is comfy.....And no, im not going on the floor- it's my bed. But i like coming back to see that you've made my bed.

-My room is filthy. And i have 3 loads of laundry to do. I used my laundry money to watch 300.

-My kitchen in filthy. I have 4 piles of washing to do. 2 piles=1 sinkful.

-I have eaten so much cheese today. I had a cheese sandwich, cheesecake with a side of mascarpone and cheese on toast. Im lucky if i dont turn into a lump of gouda in my sleep.

-i dont want to do anything. I want to be a lady of leisure. I dont want to clean. And turn this pigsty into a palace.

-I have nine o'clock start tomorrow morning.

-Im disregarding my dire financial situation.


-i'll start cleaning in an hour. Gonna play theme hospital first. And then do laundry.

Saturday, March 24, 2007

Lullaby for tonite, song to sing while im rowing

Lets play a game, as i let this lull me to sleep:

i wont put it all here, there are too many lyrics anyway, but short of putting the songs up themselves, heck, its all i can share

"The glove compartment is inaccurately named
And everybody knows it.
So i'm proposing a swift orderly change.
-----\-----\-----\

There's no blame for how our love did slowly fade
And now that it's gone it's like it wasn't there at all
And here i rest where disappointment and regret collide
Lying awake at night (up all night)
When i'm lying awake at night."

Buenas noches

Friday, March 23, 2007

Back again

You know what- the week i promised not to blog there's lots of revelations and interesting things happening.

-I got a book this week- its a compilation of short stories and one of my mate's has written a story in there. It's his second published short story but it doesnt make it less amazing!

- An friend i hold in high regard has found this blog. See, the thing is, i project a good image for the rest of the world. This is where i let it all out. Well, most of it anyway. So yeah, if any of this is surprising, well, you're seeing the other side of me babes. It's not pretty, but its all me........

-I have a surprising ability to not care. Like i didnt care about this exam. I didnt study-wuddy. I didnt care. I couldnt care less. I wasnt worried, which is frightening. Because a key motivating factor for me to work is my fear of failure.

-I smell love in the air. And also cold. Spring has come, but not without a touch a frost. I hope hearts will melt and flowers will bloom. I was never good at gardening, but i'll try.

-Have been distracted by music these past few days. There's so much good music: the old, the new, the newly found. Listen to:

* The Roots feat Musiq: Break You Off (a song that makes me wanna get down )
*Fratellis: Henrietta (such a cute song, makes me wanna hop and twirl)
*Dido: Im No Angel & Dont Think of Me (reminds me of being young and stupid)
*Damien Rice: Accidental Babies (hehehe, the only song remotely related to my Human Development module)
*Bjork: I Have Seen It All (movie version, from dancer in the dark- haunting......makes me thank God for my senses and all the blessings, all the things i see and feel...........)
*The Cure: Boys Dont Cry & This is a Lie (now i get why they're so popular....)
*The Cardigans: I Need Some Fine Wine And You Need To Be Nicer (a cute song with dark undertones, and heck, i do need some fine wine and some people i know need to be nicer)
*Placebo: Meds, Drag, Pure Morning, Every You and Every Me and This Picture (im in enamoured with Brian Molko....)
*Frente: Bizzare Love Triangle (sweet song, and everytime i hear this song i think of my friend's flat in brunei. That was the first time i heard it)
*Death Cab FC: Sound of Settling & Tiny Vessels (these guys sing about life as it is- they make magic of the mundane)
*The Postal Service: Brand New Colony & Such Great Heights (they make me wanna fall in love so i can feel like that)

-I did 3 km in 13.15 on the ergs. A serious leg cramp followed and muscle ache that left me unable to lift left leg. But i was so happy i still can push myself like that. I did better on the water as well. This being fit thing is great! Gotta work at it though, im fat like shit now. No fat people on the team, guess why?

-Dance was good: im still a hippo in the studio, but a better coordinated one.

-Im still struggling with spanish. Will work on it though. Profesor (with eyes like the sea) seems to see hope. I love it when people see hope in me, when i dont. It makes me imagine they gotta see something, but really, i wear my shiny veneer thick.

-Watched 300!!!! Appeals to my man-man side. Yes, i do have one. I always wanted to be a boy- strong and unrelenting. Such a macho male movie (MMM). But damn, all those toned, muscular Spartan bodies- i'm watching for sheer eye candy (appeals to horny girl side too). And the jewellery. Xerxes has some mean decor on 'im. And the cheek piercing is waaay cool. Its just Xerxes is a bit too camp for me to take seriously. I guess they wanted to contrast him against Leonidas's sheer 'i have a eight-pack and i will never surrender or retreat' manliness. I love the ostentatious, over the top super styled finished look of the movie. It is a comic book made into a movie-frame per frame.

-There's something about powerfully muscular, rough looking men in very little clothing- can i get me one? Please? I promise to work hard in school if i get one.....please? Pretty please...... with whip cream and a cherry on top? Please...............

Monday, March 19, 2007

Last post this week

i promise!!!

i must go study-wuddy, i have an exam friday. I shall dedicate life to Human developement part 2 this week, well, till friday 4 oclock.

before i leave to dedicate my life for the next +/-4 and 1/2 days to the safety of mums and babies everywhere here's it is:

The postal service's brand new colony.

I'll be the grapes fermented
Bottled and served with the table set
In my finest suit, like a perfect gentleman

I'll be the fire escape
That's bolted to the ancient brick
Where you will sit and contemplate your day

I'll be the waterwings
That save you if you start drowning
In an open tab when your judgement's on the brink

I'll be the phonograph
That plays your favorite albums back
As you're lying there, drifting off to sleep . . .

I'll be the platform shoes
And undo what heredity's done to you
You won't have to strain to look into my eyes

I'll be your winter coat
Buttoned and zipped straight to the throat
With the collar up so you won't catch cold


I want to take you far
From the cynics in this town
And kiss you on the mouth
We'll cut our bodies free
From the tethers of this scene
Start a brand new colony
Where everything will change
We'll give ourselves new names
(Identities erased)
The sun will heat the ground
Under our bare feet
In this brand new colony

Everything will change, ooo ooo . . .

I'd love it if someone would host an open tab for me at a bar somewhere...hehehe...hic!
I hope you feel like this.

Its hailing- just when i finished writing this and daddy texted-Faiz just passed his driving test. yay!!!! happy-ness!!!


Sunday, March 18, 2007

Smoking- a review

Why is it i can go weeks without a cigarette and then, suddenly, i find myself in a funk and then i chain smoke my whole precious packet of Gauloises? That's actually a statement, not a question.
Yeah, i feel so cool smoking my fancy french cigarettes. Let me be immature and pretencious.

Smoking a cigarette calms me down. Smoking a few, quickly, gives me a head rush. Ive been told i smoke a cigarette like my life depended on it. He told me to slow down and enjoy it. Thanks for the lesson- i wouldnt have the joy of smoking without you.

Is it me or do my cigarettes burn faster than i can take 3 breaths? I may not be able to run tomorrow. Lungs are out. Work pneumocytes and macrophages, work!!

The price of cigarettes here and in Malaysia are equal to an hour's minimum wage. Actually a bit more than minimum wage in Malaysia.

So why do i do it? It actually calms me down. When im stressed i take a timeout and smoke. I breath deeply (its smoke, but im still breathing deeply). Its a stimulant, it gives me a buzz and then i fall slowly, feeling very calm and tired-then i sleep very well. That's why i must chain smoke to keep it going. It gives me something to do with my hands. I think i look cool smoking. I make friends smoking. They're having a cigarette, they smile and offer you one, 'yes, thank you- awful cold outside, isnt it?'-new friend made.

And smoking occasionally only reinforces the positive feedback of smoking. It's a Pavlovian thing. The reinforcement is stronger when the reward is not given consistently with the stimulus. I dont smoke all the time i'm stressed, but when i do, it feels good. I know how it works and i still am setting myself up for a addiction.

Smoke stings my eyes and i still dont inhale properly because it irritates my nose and throat. Could just be the Gauloises but i think all ciggies do that. Duh, but I do it anyway. I told myself years ago that i had a problem if i started smoking alone. I speak the truth when i dont mean to. And im in serious trouble because most of the time im the only smoker around. I have a ciggie on my walk to lectures or spanish class, a smoke in the kitchen while im washing dishes, or just one when im bored, alone in my room. Its no longer a 'social thing', its a comfort blanket.

Black Blood Brothers

From back to front, left to right: Cassandra Jill Warlock, Sage 'Alice' Eve, Kotaru, Jirou, Mimiko

A great anime!! Spent the whole sunday afternoon and evening watching it. Loved it, but then, i may be biased- i have a thing for vampire stuff.

But the anime is cute and the story quite interesting. Its about this one uber-vamp named Jirou who's like a hero in a great vampire war in 1997 hong kong. Fast forward 10 years later he's travelling with a cute 10 year old boy who he claims to be his brother (but they look nothing alike) to a secret city where all the vampires have ran off to after the war.

They get into a lot of trouble because this Jirou guy is just way to popular (in a people wanna kill him way) and a wierd breed of rogue vampires he killed off in hong kong are out to get him and his little bro. A nice lady, Mimiko, comes to his aide as a representative of the peace-keepers in this place he's travelling to. She crushes majorly on Jirou and even lets him drink her blood. It doesn't turn her into a vampire though, there needs to be an exchange of blood to transform.

The lot of them manage to get into this secret city but none of his old mates (from the war and way before that) wants to take him in. In fact, there are people who are trying to get rid of him. Everyone's got their own agenda, and somehow, Jirou is involved. He's not interested in anyone's business, but when people starts messing with his brother and Mimiko he gets pissed. Then an arch nemesis comes into town. She's out to destroy the city but Jirou thinks she's out to get his brother. So he proceeds to take her out.

In the end, he takes arch nemesis out, Mimiko foils the plan to destroy the city and the real reason why his little brother (Kotaru) doesnt look like him comes out. In the end Jirou, Kotaru and Mimiko move into a warehouse together (across the road from her apartment that got torched).

Jirou is typically serious, dark and broody but then comes across as naive, funny and innocent. He was dedicated to his sire and lover Alice, even after her death. He's hot, but what's with the outfit- the oversized witch's hat he wears make him look like he's halloweening everyday. But the silver-bladed katana he wields is super-cool. So are his powers. Kotaru is cute, blond-blue eyed with infectious happy-ness. You cant hate him, he's so adorable and perceptive for a 10 year old. Mimiko is ok, not my favourite of characters, but she's there for a reason. Its gotta be tough for a girl to fall in love with a vampire and knowing that his heart belongs to another (and in the end realize he's gonna die in plus minus 8 years.....).

And the whole thing about vampire bloodlines and reincarnation is nice. Adds an interesting twist. The thing is initially you think everyone is out to get Jirou and then at the end you realize he's just a popular guy who walked into a mess at the wrong time.

Too bad there's only 12 episodes- the story can really go somewhere. And if ever you're bored on a sunday afternoon, u-tube it. Its all there and if you can be bothered to find it, the song at the end is great.

Saturday, March 17, 2007

threadless poetry


005/365
Originally uploaded by Aχιλλεύς.

Haikus are easy
but sometimes they dont make sense
refrigerator

If you're squemish, stop here

I pierced my own ears today!

I managed to successfully push the needle through,
sadly my aim was wonky so i pulled the needle out.

Gonna leave this initial hole to seal up
And aim true the next time.

I've been meaning to get bits pierced for ages. Havent got around to doing it, but i will! I didnt really want more ear piercings, but the past few weeks ive been entertaining the idea of two more holes on my right ear, going up from the two i already have.

Last night i asked another friend to pierce my ears- and she just told me to do it myself. She's done 3 holes on each ear all by herself. She gave me the 101 and a warning....

Its not like i decided to do it last night. I woke up this morning feeling good. I was looking in the mirror and pulled a push-pin from my board (conveniently an arm's length away). I dug in my drawer for an alcohol swab- cleaned the needle and my ear.

Stared in the mirror for a bit, put the needle on my skin, and just pushed it through.

I went in easily with hardly any pain. My flesh was soft and pliant- hardly any resistance until needle had to go through the skin on the other side. Even then, it was just a little pressure.

It wasnt painful, in fact, i kinda felt nothing. Just heat flooding that ear and a ever-so-slight rush.
I was surprised how easy it was. And painless. The only thing was i picked push-pin with a viridian green top and the hole i made was too close to the free edge of my ear. So out it went.
A small red prick mark is all that's left. Maybe a tiny spot of blood.

So yeah, its pretty easy. Just gotta keep it clean. And the right colour and location. And after a while, it feels good. The endogenous morphines are coursing now.

Friday, March 16, 2007

~Breathe (2 AM)-Anna Nalick~

2 AM and she calls me 'cause I'm still awake,
"Can you help me unravel my latest mistake?,
I don't love him. Winter just wasn't my season"
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize,
Hypocrites. You're all here for the very same reason

'Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button, girl.
So cradle your head in your hands
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
"Just a day" he said down to the flask in his fist,
"Ain't been sober, since maybe October of last year."
Here in town you can tell he's been down for a while,
But, my God, it's so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him. Maybe I'll just sing about it.

Cause you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button, boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe... just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe

There's a light at each end of this tunnel,
You shout 'cause you're just as far in as you'll ever be out
And these mistakes you've made, you'll just make them again
If you only try turning around.

2 AM and I'm still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, it's no longer inside of me,
Threatening the life it belongs to
And I feel like I'm naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you'll use them, however you want to

But you can't jump the track, we're like cars on a cable,
And life's like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe,
Oh breathe, just breathe.

Im not contemplating suicide....

just wondering if i could leave all this behind

Quit this gig, work as a shop-girl somewhere and listen to music all day and read story books to sleep each night.

Travel the world, working odd jobs here and there, sleeping under a bridge or two.

Working in a little restaurant somewhere by the sea, living in a little hut, spending the days reading wikipedia and learning how to surf.

Just not having responsibilities, expectations or standards.

Now that, is truly a dream.

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

baa, bah this is the sound of settling

Life isnt perfect, but im cherishing what good days i get.

Missed my stop and had to backtrack- managed the very last train to whitechaple. Saw a cute boy on the tube with a bottle of champange and a splif. He got off at Whitechaple. Was to scared to ask for a puff or a sip.

Had Haagen Daz with old friends . Stories retold, crazy anectdotes exchanged and just being silly and bitchy. Creamy, sugary decadent high. Only left cos we needed the last tube.

Lion King is fun- lotsa fun bits for kids, bits to tap yer feet to, and one or two songs that were new to keep it interesting. The costumes and props were brilliant. That was the highlight of the show, apart from the energetic dancing and riotous colors.

Watched Lion King- seats were disappointingly high. H, the H, sat next to me. He's as beautiful as ever. Sweet too. I was happily sitting down, and when i looked up to see who i was sitting next to, i saw him. First thing i thought was, "oh, fuck." I was excited, but scared. Managed to have some decent conversation (margerita fueled so i was being an idiot- i am a gawky 10 year old around him). He distracted me from the show, cos he kept on brushing against me. And the view of his broad back as he leaned forward....He's still beautiful. And smart, and charming. He held my arm steady as i was trying to climb into my seat (i had to climb unto the next row to get to the loo). Sadly i didnt get to say goodbye. But i highly suspect he knows i adore him. Oh yeah, he knows. I just know it. I hope he's flattered and not disgusted.

Had Mexican food and a strawberry margerita at chiquitas at leicester sq. A good meal as always, and the company was excellent. Something about hanging out with old friends, such good laughs.

Met D at HMV Bond Street. Havent met him since the summer- he's been at Oxford for the past 2 months. Yes, ive been the bad friend. We had coffee- and D approved of the outfit: mostly new clothes- purple baby doll and leggings+gold jewellery and shoes+golden (non-murder) heels. Oh, and the celebrity sunnies. New pick up line: You look caramelatte. Boleh saya jilat kamu? The answer would be: Dipersilakan while proferring cheek. Courtesy of D. If you dont get it, well, its only right when D does it.

Dashed home, put on make-up and outfit.

Went to primark and peacocks. Bought trackies and a denim mini. I must be mad.

Only went for medsoc at 11. and left at 1. Everyone was lovely today and really helpful. I even had pudding at the cafeteria. :)

I managed to run 20 minutes in the morning. Had a banana and a bag of cheese and onion crisps on the tube.

Slept in, didnt wake up at 2 as intended. Its ok- i'll live yet.

Mailed friends and family. Had a lot to think about. Watched the Libertine- i didnt like it. Felt a bit pointless to me. Smart, but very pretencious and pointless. Maybe that was the point. Hmmm, no idea.

"The Sound Of Settling"

I've got a hunger
Twisting my stomach into knots
That my tongue was tied off

My brain's repeating
"if you've got an impulse let it out"
But they never make it past my mouth.

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah
[x2]

Our youth is fleeting
Old age is just around the bend
And i can't wait to go grey

And i'll sit and wonder
Of every love that could've been
If i'd only thought of something charming to say.

Baa bah, this is the sound of settling
Baa bah, baa bah

-Oh, death cab, you knew how it feels like to sit next to H. Im too scared, im playing life too safe. What can a girl do, he's Beckham and im just Middlesbrough, he'll never play in my team.

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Went shopping

Initially i went out to buy:
a) A bracelet my cousin wanted
b) Shoes for another cousin

I came home with:
a)above mentioned bracelet
b)Two pairs of shoes (one for me!)
c)Two babydoll dresses (adorable!!)
d)A pair of bug-eyed sunnies (i look so chic!)
d)Leggings
e)A kimono top for cousin (i felt guilty, i bought so many cute things for me....)
d)Handbag (it was a steal!)
c)Bracelets and the cutest pair of dangling earring-they've got skull and crossbones and heart shaped charms

The money used was for my classes: dance, spanish and reiki. I guess i gotta put my hands back into the cookie jar. Maybe its a good thing i dont go down to central london often. Looked at the damage one day has wrought.
My first attempt at rice porridge this morning has congealed to form a paste- Im melting it in water, drizzling loads of sesame oil and calling it dinner. I cant afford food now-aha, dieting strategy. Laugh all you want but when im skinny and fashionable, we'll see who has the last laugh!
Im still giddy from shopping excitement. Giddy, giddy, giddy......

Friday, March 09, 2007

"I'll do graffiti if you sing to me in french"
"Really?"
"Nah, I'll just carry on with work...."

faiz in the T-shirt i bought him-asleep....


faiz in the shirt i bought him-asleep....
Originally uploaded by n.eliza.

Isnt he the cutest!!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Tonight, tonight, its gonna be perfect


time is never time at all
you can never ever leave without leaving a piece of youth
and our lives are forever changed
we will never be the same
the more you change the less you feel

believe, believe in me, believe
that life can change, that you're not stuck in vain
we're not the same, we're different tonight
tonight, so bright
tonight

and you know you're never sure
but you're sure you could be right
if you held yourself up to the light
and the embers never fade in your city by the lake
the place where you were born

believe, believe in me, believe
in the resolute urgency of now
and if you believe there's not a chance tonight
tonight, so bright
tonight

we'll crucify the insincere tonight
we'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
we'll find a way to offer up the night tonight
the indescribable moments of your life tonight
the impossible is possible tonight
believe in me as i believe in you, tonight

-Smashing pumpkins- tonight, tonight

An epic song, one that changes lives and makes dreams.
I've forgotten how much i love smashing pumpkins

Here's another one i adore

I know we're just like old friends
we just can't pretend
that lovers make amends
we are reasons so unreal
we can't help but feel that something has been lost

but please you know you're just like me
next time I promise we'll be
perfect
perfect
perfect strangers down the line
lovers out of time
memories unwind

so far I still know who you are
but now I wonder who I was...

angel, you know it's not the end
we'll always be good friends
the letters have been sent on

so please, you always were so free
you'll see, I promise we'll be
perfect
perfect strangers when we meet
strangers on the street
lovers while we sleep

perfect
you know this has to be
we always we're so free
we promised that we'd be
perfect

-smashing pumpkins- perfect

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Sweet Dreams are made of Cheese

A study by the British Cheese Board came up with these suggestions for cheese to eat befor going to bed:

Cheese & Dream Study Results

Different Cheeses for Different Dreams

Red Leicester proved to be brilliant for helping participants to get a good night’s sleep – one quarter slept well every single night of the study, and 83% of all nights under the influence of Red Leicester were good sleep experiences. As for dreams, Red Leicester is the cheese to choose if you are feeling nostalgic about your past – over 60% of participants eating this cheese revisited their schooldays, or long-lost childhood friends, or previous family homes and hometowns.
Stilton -eating participants enjoyed their sleep too – over two thirds had good sleep experiences during five out of the seven nights. However, if you want some vivid or crazy dreams, the King of British cheeses is the one for you – particularly if you are female. While 75% of men in this category experienced odd and vivid dreams, a massive 85% of females who ate Stilton had some of the most bizarre dreams of the whole study – although none were described as bad experiences. Highlights included talking soft toys, lifts that move sideways, a vegetarian crocodile upset because it could not eat children, dinner party guests being traded for camels, soldiers fighting with each other with kittens instead of guns and a party in a lunatic asylum.
British Brie caused all participants to sleep very well, but dreams varied between males and females; women tended to experience very nice dreams, such as Jamie Oliver cooking dinner in their kitchens, or relaxing on a sunny beach. By contrast, the men who ate Brie experienced rather odd, obscure dreams, such as driving against a battleship, or having a drunken conversation with a dog.
If you are thinking of changing career, or just suspect there could be a slightly more ideal job out there, snack on a lump of creamy Lancashire before bed and you might get some guidance; two thirds of all Lancashire participants had a dream about work – but only 30% of these involved the participants’ real-life occupations. One ambitious dreamer saw herself as a successful Prime Minister - one of her popular reforms involved teaching useful finance in schools, including how to choose the right mortgage.
Cheddar -eating participants tended to dream of celebrities, ranging from the participant’s family sitting in a pub with Jordan, to a Glaswegian old firm football match with Gazza and Ally McCoist. Ashley from Coronation Street also featured, as did the cast of Emmerdale - and one lucky girl helped to form a human pyramid under the supervision of Johnny Depp.
However, if you just want a good night’s sleep without too many dreams, then choose lovely crumbly Cheshire . In this category, over half of all nights were dreamless, while participants stated that 76% of all Cheshire-induced sleeps were either “quite good” or “very good”.


For the rest of the study

I had a big chunk of red leicester last night before bed- slept like a baby.....Was aiming for nightmares cos i remembered a mate telling me how eating cheese before going to bed gave you nightmares. M suggested a study/research, but i guess the british cheese board beat me to it.
Sweet Cheesy Dreams......

Fireworks in the Park


Fireworks in the Park
Originally uploaded by n.eliza.

This is a test run, been messing around flickr with no plan till i realize i can put pics on the blog thru flickr. lengthy, but at least i cease to be a text-only girl.
I like fireworks, dont you?

Flickr

This is a test post from flickr, a fancy photo sharing thing.

Tuesday, March 06, 2007

To do list: 6th March to 11th March

1. Do Spanish homework (due tomorrow)
2. Gym daily- the schedule is on the wall
3. Do pbl SIDS (due tomorrow)
4. Clear kitchen & organize tuppawares- they're all going missing!
5. Go to all classes
6. Go through HD lecture notes (by weekend)
7. Read through the learning landscapes (on friday)
8. Come up with Medsoc essay proposal, outline and stuff (by sunday)
9. Draw up diet plan- in concordance with SPP program aims and through calorie restriction combined with some good ole carb-reduction.
10. Email N.E, G.E, W, mom, dad and S.A.
11. Call grandma
12. Draw up study plan for the next 2 weeks
13. Study, study, study!!!

Monday, March 05, 2007

Being self-depreciating

My friends are great, so are my acquaintences. They achieve amazing things, they're so smart and they are doing interesting/amazing/mucho cool things with their lives.
They're doing it right
Im not
Im scared i'll wither to nothing and all will forget
Because i cease to be important
I do naugt that is worth
Speaking about

Its nice in Nice

I WENT TO CARNIVAL!!!!!!

I wasn't sure earlier-but i did it! The parades themselves were great- tonnes of flowers, people and floats. Not to mention tonnes of confetti and silly-string. Since it was carnival people were attacking each other (randomly) with silly-string. People would just spray you with silly string as you walk by- kids, teenagers, grown-ups....Initially we just screamed away and ran away. Then we got smart and got our own cans of silly string and retalited.....It was so much fun to squirt yards of silly string on some guy and then have all his friends spray you back and then you and your friends spray them back and run for it laughing. And then there was confetti, which got everywhere- in hair, baju, even got into my bra!

I was terribly excited by all parades- My favourites included the guys who sprayed paper ribbons into the air, the amazing flower floats (so much lovely flowers!), the medieval guys throwing flags, the dinosaur spewing shiny paper from its mouth.....so many cool things!!! I was a six year old again-clapping, cheering and smiling in glee. I hope my friends had as much fun as i did!

We woke late the on sunday. We went to KFC for lunch- its halal in Nice! Cool huh? Kenyang and warm we ended up on the beach. For more than 2 hours. We started with just sitting down, waiting for the grand carnival to start. We ended up lying down and napping on the beach, in a line. I took off most of my layers- trying to get a decent tan so that R doesnt think i have a pale chest anymore. I disappered for a short walk (to coax the two to get chummy) and had a nice french guy sit and chat with me.

I had an insanely expensive dinner- bouillabaise (a french seafood soup eaten with toasted bread covered in creamy stuff and cheeese and soaked in the soup till its soft....) and escargots. Wanted wine- but my conscience was there, in physical form. I initially couldnt say bouillabaise so i called it "bulat betis". It sounded close enough. French is a bloody hard language. I cant pronounce it, so reading the language is outta the question. The spelling for "bulat betis" was googled.

The incineration and fireworks were magical. I hope fireworks never lose their magic for me. They set the fire to the head of the king of the carnival ( a float, not a real person) and that was an inferno on a boat- i wondered what would happen if they had set the boat on fire as well....The fireworks were on the water, and it was beautiful. Set fire to the sky and the water. Unique cos the water reflects the light- and the sea was lovely, still and calm. I always make a wish, with lights and noise like that, God cant miss you. Some kid kept on spraying silly string on us during the fireworks and so when the fireworks ended we attacked him. His dad held his arms as we emptied our silly string cans on him....HAHAHAHA

Later, we sat huddled together on the beach for the longest while- why i have no idea. It was cold and kinda wet, but we were there, rolled together on the beach. I made a confetti offering and made wishes to Neptune. The water levels were coming up, and so we decided to go find us a club to chill and party. We ended up in an old part of town- pretty, with little pubs and bars...We didnt find a club/bar/pub we like but we did find Fenochios- the winner of Nice's Golden Cone Award. They deserve it- 96 flavours of ice-cream!! Baskin Robbins, bow before your master.....I had the lavender flavour- it smells like potpurri and tasted ok-probably what potpurri would taste like.....Then we were accosted (in a good way) by a cute french boy who took an instant liking to our boy. And us. He was obviously drunk, but very friendly. Spoke for ages with our boy and then did capoiera moves for our entertainment. Then he proceded to show us how the french pray: by praying/singing at the top of his voice while peeing into a fountain. We were appaled: i was amused, S shocked, our boy incredulous. We hung about a bit more and then made our escape. We dragged ourselves back to the hotel- tired.

Our plan was to watch the sunrise, but no one woke up in time-we liked our sleep too much. Rushed to the airport, checked in and sat on the floor in a corner of the airport eating breakfast. We sent off our boy (kinda sad- we loved having him around) to the bus and we flew back.

Skipped class, had lamb ribs for lunch and crawled home. I dont want to be here. I like Nice.
A lot. It was a great weekend. I'm gonna try and make this our new tradition. A weekend every once and awhile- we actually enjoy each other's company and didnt want to kill each other in the end. I need to find me a man though- i dont think we can share our boy, not for long anyway.
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