Sudiiiiiii strikes back

Fixated with the past... and a tiny bit with the present

2009-02-23T21:44:00.023+06:30

UCL does care

2009-02-12T02:46:00.004+06:30

The current Israel/Palestine has caused a bit of a stir among students in London and around the UK over the past month. In particular the London universities were very active, with lecture theatre occupations and big protests. The students at my university failed to organise anything so grand (although we did raise thousands of pounds for the people of Gaza), but THIS turned up in our main quad yesterday. We don't know who did it, but I think it's an awesome show of defiance.

Thankfully some things never change

2008-05-19T23:58:00.002+06:30

Then

Now

I am the instigator

2008-05-19T23:19:00.002+06:30

Parents are always eager to blame other children for their child's mistakes and shortcomings, real or imaginary. Maybe it's making excuses for their lousy parenting. I don't know. I didn't mean that. I think they just want to feel they are doing the right thing and it's someone else who is responsible.

Other peoples' parents used to think I was a bad influence because I was fairly open with the places I went, the people I hung out with and the things I did. Not that they were anything at all to be ashamed of. Their children did things on the sly, but I was seen as the instigator. This was back in the day. I managed to redeem myself after o levels when I proved I was indeed not a waster nor academically mediocre. Suddenly I was no longer a problem. It makes me laugh.

I am 18 years old now. An adult in most people's eyes. My parents treat me as an adult, as they have done for the last few years. I hang out with who I wish, do what I wish and say what I wish. Most of my friends are my age too.

Sometimes I'm still the instigator.

I might be the luckiest person ALIVE

2008-03-31T10:23:00.002+06:30

So I'm just slightly ecstatic.

Joan Baez is touring Europe this summer and I might just be able to catch her! So far only the July dates have been released, during which I was planning to be in Sri Lanka but hopefully there will be some August dates relatively close to home.

If there was any artist in the entire history of music I could see perform live it would be Joan. Her words, her own or not, mean so much to me. Through her voice travels a kind of beauty you don't come across very often.

I would never call myself a feminist but her bitterness towards men is something that at this stage in my life I can understand. Not that I have any real reason to, but you know how things go.

Mr Dylan is right.

2008-03-17T22:08:00.007+06:30

With my school life edging closer to its grand finale, I realise I am facing it with mixed emotions. On the one hand I feel I'm ready to leave, and have been for quite a while. This is not to say I find myself mature beyond my years, but more that I've outgrown the anxious sentinel that has been a major influence on my life for the last six years.

I'm someone who will look back on my years in school and smile as they were on the most part very happy. We used to have prolonged and frenetic fits of grumbling about our "cheap school", and get quite upset when things just didn't seem fair. These thinned out the older we became until we came to accept the institution as a force which most unfortunately for us, could not be reckoned with. I think we secretly deemed the nepotic leadership too much for us to break, though none of us would ever admit it. I smile when I think of those days.

University life beckons. The times are a changin' as Mr Dylan so rightly lamented, though I'm not quite sure he'd approve of my use of his fine words. What ever that change is it'll be the end of life as we know it, and that gives me an excited, albeit slightly nostalgic state of mind.

...

2008-03-06T12:59:00.003+06:30

Two years on and exam season is back with a vengeance. I started blogging a lot during my O levels and in hindsight I guess it was a sort of stress reliever. When you're 16 they tell you that O levels are the most important exams you will ever take, so me who was at that point petrified of ending up in a cardboard box, took it to heart. When I'm stressed I procrastinate and procrastination took on a shape in the form of blogging. It's quite funny how when I have all the time in the world I don't even think of writing anything, but when time really is of the essence I miraculously find time to write a lot about nothing much at all. So yeah, exam season is back and hence so am I.

When I was 16 I blogged about A level choices. I was confused and angry that I was being forced to make a decision about something that could have quite a significant impact on my future. I got over it though, and I'm quite happy with what I went with in the end. This time around I managed to decide without much pain what I'd like to study in uni, which is a step forward in itself. Though there are a few fleeting moments when I think I applied for that course just to prove myself (haven't quite worked out to whom yet), but I'm sure I'm being silly. The problem now is where I'd like to study. I've got three feasible choices that I've narrowed it down to, though they aren't all equally feasible if you get what I'm saying.

Utrecht would be kind to my parent's bank account but it doesn't offer the exact course I'd like to study and the campus reminds me of a high school.

Edinburgh would also but to a lesser extent be kind to my parents, it's easy to get home to Holland, and the city is quite beautiful though the hefty rah contingent I've heard about really puts me off. I just can't deal with it.

London is well, London. I have this feeling that university there would be unlike anything else, and although expensive I'm sure I could manage.

It's not like I have to decide right now, I do have a couple more months to mull things over. I do know that wherever I go I'll have fun but I can't help feeling that this is will have significantly more impact on my life than my silly 16 year old worries.

Albums

2008-02-29T21:09:00.002+06:30

With the discovery of Azureus along with finally getting a decent internet connection, I have begun downloading whole albums instead of a song here and there. I hope, rather I feel that I'm making up for the sin of downloading music, which has raped music of the album.

My favourite albums for the time being are as follows:

Prose Combat - MC Solaar
1,2,3 Soleils - Khaled, Taha and Faudel
Niafunke - Ali Farka Toure
Parallel Lines - Blondie
Stop Making Sense - Talking Heads

Time is running out

2008-02-27T19:11:00.004+06:30

How do we manage, Jackie?

Que Going Away to College by Blink 182. I kid you not. Who said aging pop-punks from the 90s couldn't be profound? (And I'm not talking about going to college here).

But I am actually going away to college pretty soon. I don't know where yet as unis seem to enjoy keeping me in limbo, but I should soon. Even when I do know, I'll still feel uneasy.

Ramayana

2008-02-25T00:25:00.004+06:30

Elizabeth Moir School put on the Ramayana this weekend.

It was brilliant.

Well done guys.

Book

2008-02-24T23:40:00.003+06:30

I've never considered myself particularly good at the arts. I did literature up to O level and I can definitely say it was my weak spot. This always frustrated me because I do like to read, though I must say up till then I was still feeding on a diet that mainly consisted of Adrian Mole, Georgia Nicholson and Bumface. Those two years in that hot, stuffy classroom did not go to waste though. It really taught me how to look beneath the surface and encouraged me to go out there and find material equally as stimulating as the prescribed texts. Need I elaborate on how perfect the description in The Great Gatsby is? Or how the beautifully crafted society from The Chysalids really makes one think twice about the society we live in today? Classic novels can seem overwhelming and too much if you've never tried to read them before, but if you can scratch below the surface they really aren't.

I've never understood why some people like reading and others don't. It really gets me when people write on their facebook profiles that they don't read, or the only thing they've ever read is Harry Potter. I just want to scream out loud and tell them what they're missing. Maybe I'm being unfair because when it comes to other forms of entertainment such as film, I totally abstain. The thing is, I know I'm missing out. It's painful though, how so many don't know what they're missing when they don't read.

I'm back (in black)

2008-02-24T23:20:00.004+06:30

I hope everyone has sorely missed me in my absence. Through sheer laziness and perhaps a little embarrassment at as to who was looking at my blog, I decided to give it a rest for a couple of months. Those months turned into about a year and here we are!

A levels are coming up, which is slightly scary. It seems like only yesterday I was writing blog posts on my O levels, which at the time were also very scary. They aren't now, so hopefully when I look back on these exams when they're done I'll feel the same way.

As usual, I'm spending a lot of time procrastinating. Once again I am procrastination personified. Mocks are in a week and only NOW I've decided to bring this blog back to life. Funny how the mind works. I'll get by I guess, always do. Maybe this time my luck will run out, got to keep those fingers crossed.

Perhaps I'll be a little less sporadic with the entries now. It feels good to ramble again.

My wonderful cast....

2007-05-26T20:54:00.000+06:30

I heart Hikka

2007-05-05T00:59:00.000+06:30

Every single time I've gone to Hikka, and no matter who I've gone with I've always had a good time. I know it's kinda dodgy and it's not too hard to stumble across a balding German paedophile but it will always hold a special place in my heart. Don't you just love the intriguing and fascinating little restaurants which are either fabulous or horrendous, or both at the same time depending on which night you go?

Here are some photos of the latest trip which was a little more beach and a little less party than the trip before it. Nevertheless it was thoroughly enjoyed.

To the good times.

2007-02-26T23:12:00.000+06:30

Life During Wartime

Fan-bloody-tastic

2007-01-16T14:48:00.000+06:30

I love this

Oh the memories <3

Schoolies

2006-12-19T16:00:00.000+06:30

Sarong

2006-12-13T22:55:00.000+06:30

This was a while back, but thought I'd post a few of the classics cos it was a great night, even though the DJ sucked.

Nikitha, Annelie, Jackie, myself, Alicia and Shari with our famous punch (vodka and cranberry juice)

Nikitha & Myself

Getting into the Cannabiscuits

Subha, Twiggy (getting there) & myself

Ok Luke what are you looking at?

Posers

Chilling

There

More Cannabiscuits

The morning after...

Msn Art

2006-11-01T20:17:00.000+06:30

Anj is a great artist, imagine being able to draw something so funky on the msn drawing function! We were just joblessly chatting about absolutely nothing, except perhaps how much it sucked that we never get to see eachother anymore, and these randomly popped up.

Miss you Anj =( But see you on Saturday =D

Bert-day lunch in A'dam

2006-10-27T02:20:00.000+06:30

Uncle Hans, Ma and me

Paradiso

2006-10-26T02:15:00.000+06:30

Tuesday night was a walk down memory lane for my mum, and a wicked night of great music for me. We went to see a concert at quite rightly legendary Paradiso in Amsterdam - the place where she went to see many a concert during her student days in the late 70s. What I would do to have seen the Sex Pistols, Jonathan Richman, Blondie, the Talking Heads, Ian Dury, Elvis Costello, the Police or the Specials!! And we get bloody Kool & the Gang, oh, and Bryan Adams, how could I forget?

It was one awesome place; a former church with the huge stained glass windows still intact and a stage that was right up next to the audience. No seats-they're for old people right? A gorgeously scruffy bar in the corner and plenty of character. I loved how when we walked we were able to hand over our jackets to be hung up and then pick them up at the end. .

The guy we went to see was a man named Tony Joe White, a semi ancient Louisiana "swamp rocker" who wrote the hit A Rainy Night in Georgia, which has been sung, among others, by Randy Crawford and Ray Charles. Although I had never heard of him or his music before, it was great fun in a place that I instanty loved. I'm so annoyed though - Lily Allen and the Kooks are playing next month and I won't be here (!)

Cousin

2006-10-26T02:01:00.000+06:30

Cutie cousin Sjoerd answering the phone: "Met Sjoerd..."

I'm off..

2006-10-16T20:16:00.000+06:30

Off to one of the places I love most of all and haven't seen for too damn long. A place where anyone can feel at home, no matter who they are, where they're from or what language they speak. Amsterdam is beautiful, lowwwwwe it. I'm grinning already, so excited. The best thing is that it'll be my birthday when I'm there, what an absolutely wicked treat!
Will post pics as I get them.
Gonna miss everyone so much but will be back soon.

It's evolution babyyyyyy =D Man I love that song.

Bye for now x

Say Cheese

2006-10-11T20:08:00.000+06:30

One of my favourite photos ever.

A great weekend full of doing things we shouldn't back on the form 3 school trip. That's what teenagers are supposed to do nuh?

It was my also my birthday - one of the best everrrr(!!)

Nathan & I, with m-m-m-my Sheron(a) in the background.

In a Moment of Craziness

2006-09-29T23:05:00.000+06:30

Zara and I. Wadduwa.

School Paper

2006-09-29T22:35:00.000+06:30

A review I wrote for the school paper; vent. Not very good at all, I'm just the experimental science student =) Please tell me what you think.

Live at Stubbs – Matisyahu

Being vaguely familiar with the genre of reggae, this album struck me as something fairly out of the ordinary; an American Orthodox Jew producing semi religious reggae rock while at the same time managing to continue gaining mainstream success, with fans from all walks of life. Not your average Bob Marley protégé.
The album is essentially a half the songs from his debut, Shake off the Dust... Arise, performed live with a few other tracks added on for good measure. It easily outdoes the debut, breaking free of the sometimes produced and mechanical feel to be a cracker of a performance with great guitar solos.
Although it did not chart particularly well the album is accessible to all; fun to listen and chill out to, inoffensive and a breath of fresh air.

Best track: King Without a Crown/Exaltation
Rating: *** ½

Getting Older =)

2006-09-14T18:35:00.000+06:30

I can't believe it's September already. Wasn't it yesterday that form 5 started, quietly maturing past the form 4 idiosyncracies and beginning the nerve racking run up to the exams. When Gayan took me out in Colombo properly for the first time, Acropol was the big craze and we were all oh so preoccupied with bad mouthing the speckled geography teacher about her exquisite lessons and wonderful fashion sense. She's moved on and so have we.

Bring It On, Jungle chillaxing, lunches in town, dinners at *PEACH VALLEY*, milkshakes at the Commons, and jungle taxis. Birthday parties, literature tuition and climbing into bed at dawn were such a big part of the last year that it's hard to imagine what life would have been like without them.

Exams; they came and went... Over before we knew it but there far too soon for our liking. Weren't as bad as I expected, just not the most enjoyable of experiences. Holidays began rather sluggishly at the end of May, we were too lethargic to be happy. The last exam was a tear-jerker. Parties were fab when things picked up. Founders Day and the presentation of many a Christmas decoration. Nuwara Eliya in the cold and then off to Australia (no rhyme intended). Back to face the results. =D Was not disappointed.

A glorious summer to say the very least.

Form 5 2005/2006 was one of the best years of my life. Nothing could match the places I've been, people I've met, things I've done and stuff I've learnt.

Lower 6th started 3 weeks ago. Working hard to meet deadlines; school newspaper articles, history projects and interhouse activities. There's so much going on in school that there are hardly enough hours in the day to get it all done. What to do nuh. Getting older without realising it is scary. I can't believe that next month I will be yet another year older, and hopefully not too changed.
Off to Amsterdam next month to look at apartments with my mum. Cannot Wait.

Time flies doesn't it?

Songs of the moment

2006-09-10T13:23:00.000+06:30

What I'm listening to..

Ok so it's Sunday lunchtime.. impending homework and the prospect of school tomorrow does not fill my heart with enthusiasm.
Here's a bit of whats on the playlist right now, as music is all that can keep me amused right now =P

Ldn - Lily Allen
Suddenly I See - KT Tunstall
Teardrop - Jose Gonzalez
Naive - The Kooks
King without a Crown - Matisyahu
Interstellar Overdrive - Pink Floyd
Magalenha - Sergio Mendes
Better off Alone - Alice Deejay
Summertime Blues - Alan Jackson
BBC - Ming Tea
Bright Side of the Road - Van Morrison
Getting Jiggy With It - Will Smith
Sympathetique - Pink Martini
Bike - Pink Floyd
Your Missus is a Nutter - Goldie Lookin' Chain
Monster - The Automatics
My My My - Armand Van Helden
Boys Don't Cry - The Cure
Time of the Season - The Zombies
Six Days - DJ Shadow
White Rabbit - Jefferson Airplane

So, box notation here I come.

Sydney

2006-08-21T06:13:00.000+06:30

How I love this place =D

Leaving today =(

Sydney is ab-fab. Not too hot, not too cold. Friendly people. Great things to see, many things to do. Lurrrve it. Going to miss it like hell. Will be back!

Melbourne

2006-08-01T17:14:00.000+06:30

We spent about 10 days in Melbourne, browsing the many huge suburban malls, doing our very best at bargain hunting and going to see endless movies. We ventured out further afield to the city itself, lunching at quaint roadside cafes and eating way too much Japanese-provided by the large Japanese population there. We mastered the art of using the train network (yes Annelie I do know how to get myself off one now!) and met up with three different friends from SL, who each showed us something different in the city. We even experienced buskers Australian style. How about a guy on the street playing the diggerydoo to techno? =D

Zara and I-In the colddddddd

Krispy Kreme doughnuts, the most overrated establishment in Victoria. Opening in a sleepy suburb just over a month ago, it got a huge response. Fancy waiting AN HOUR AND A HALF in the drive thru queue for doughnuts. Quite frankly I have tasted better from the economy pack at TESCO though. They were nice, though not worth the time!

Eating the doughnuts finally-nearing 1am!

Melbourne is cold. It is winter right now I know, but I'm just not used to it. You'd think living in sunny old England for 12 years I'd have something to show, but I don't. Nonetheless we had an absolutely awesome time.

I'd say the highlight was visiting a small town 4 hours out of Melbourne called Buchan. Zara and I overslept, uncle Eric missed the turn - TWICE but we did get there in the end, after passng 350km of bush and giant rolling hills. It was home to the most beautiful caves created from the effects of hundreds of thousands of years of water on the limestone rock that the area is made from. Nothing would have prepared me for the utter beauty of the caves, which were almost 60m underground. It was a whole new world.

Land Down Under

2006-07-21T20:03:00.000+06:30

I come from a land down under... la la la.. Goes the Men At Work song. As I've only been here for about 24hrs I can't really tell you whether the lyrics hold true, (I know from past experience that Vegemite doesn't compare to Marmite) but anyhow I will just write a bit about my experiences so far.

We; Zara and myself, landed in the Melbourne airport after a reasonably bearable flight from Malaysia. I have never been through such strict immigration IN MY LIFE. Sniffer dogs, bag searches, questioning. We declared that we were in the possesion of TEA (presents for the various relatives) and they nearly did a full on search of our bags. They didn't. We were lucky. Others had to endure the entire contents of their bags being searched for pieces of wood, seeds, fruits, meats, poultry products (ok fair enough with bird flu around), just because they told immigration they had bought a wooden souvenir from their holiday. When they found these illicit items they just threw them. How frustating.

Well we survived that and in the arrival hall were met by Zara's Uncle Eric. Stepping out of the building was a smack in the face. SO COLD. Clad in thin clothes we nearly froze. The car was toasty =)

Today we planned to wake up at 9 and go to the city for some well deserved (well, not really) retail therapy. That plan went out of the window when we woke up only to find it was 2pm. After some very long and very hot showers we compromised with the nearby mall to check it out (in other words, some good old retailing) and watch a movie. The second Pirates movie was cool. Wait till you see the back of Davie Jones' neck... It looked like an enlarged, squishy spleen. Yummy.

Aussie in a Nutshell:(part1/so far)

Stripes are in fashion. They are EVERYWHERE. You cannot get away from them
They drive wayyy too fast. Well, faster than Lanka
Immigration is a hassle
Straight legged jeans that are tapered at the bottom are so in. And fucking cool.
Aussie boys aren't as good looking as everyone says
The Australian accent is damn funny and I can see it becoming annoying after a month here
Australian people are way friendlier than the British. Wayyy friendlier
There are lots of Sri Lankans in Melbourne
Sri Lankan KFC is better than the KFC here
The malls are HUGE
Soy Milk is the shit. I had three glasses yesterday
The music is so far behind. Hard to controll myself by LL Cool J and J Lo (by far my two favourite artists on the planet) only just came out! What is this I say?!

Blouse & My Grandfather. A Tribute.

2006-07-10T04:38:00.000+06:30

Two of my closest fools are leaving SL :( School is going to be bloody awful without them, it could never be the same. Gone are the days of "Charlie's a bastard" and "I wanna fcuk Bolsin!!!!"(que running around the gardens of Cinnamon grand screaming). Gone are the Paquetist and form 5 videos (don't ask), the collectively written"I am the Jew" and "The Weimar Republic is bullshit" history essays (as no one except Blouse would ever have the balls to hand them in) and moreover gone are two of my bestest friends.

Who's there to shout "Tomorrow's my birthday!!" to the teacher EVERY SINGLE DAY, and persist until our teasing got the better of him? Who's there to constantly and persistantly ask his peers "Do I know you?" with a large grin on his face? Who's there to be teased about the unfortunate circumstances that resulted in the demise of his last relationship, or about the fact his dad is photographed in Hi! Magazine wearing his clothes?

Goodbyes are hard. I don't want these guys to leave. I know My Grandfather will be back at Christmas but Blouse is not so reliable. He says he'll be back soon but I know he won't. Just the way nuh?

Happy Birthday Yhevin

2006-06-24T14:16:00.000+06:30

As a suprise for a friend's birthday we decided to paint his room (well, a section of one wall) in the rasta pasta colours and draw the BOB. After much fuss as to which wall to paint, whether the colours we had were too erm... unrasta-ish and the unprecedented interuption of the birthday boy himself, who returned home from school about 3 hours too early, we managed to finish the job. What a day!
Suprises are fucking cool. To see the look on Yhevin's face when he unsuspectingly walked into a room full of his friends (some of whom he was told could not come to school as they were very sick) was priceless. Ahhh... memories...

Under construction

2006-06-11T00:48:00.000+06:30

Chicken

2006-06-10T20:20:00.000+06:30

Last night I went out and had an amazing time. Loads of people out and a good crowd at that. One of the many, many highlights of the night (there were too many) was Pilawoos with a bunch of friends. The food was tasty as it always is (or was that just the munchies that makes it taste so good), but what made the scene so amusing was an unnamed drunkard among us. He managed to entertain us admirably. The delightful chap ordered a whole chicken, which got thrown around pilawoos by his friends and then torn apart. When he managed to get it back he proceded to tear it apart even more (this time to bite sized chunks) and uhh tuck in, during which he also felt the need to impart his wisdom on many a random topic. It was hilarity.

Dazed and Confused

2006-06-09T02:20:00.000+06:30

I am not on top form when I wake up. Nor is my brother. This photo was taken on one of the last days I went to school before exams and I was quite exhausted, though this photo does not capture it very well. Anway the general morning feeling is dazed and confused. I just have no idea of what is going on.

Stuff

2006-05-20T15:33:00.000+06:30

A week to go! I'm getting pumped for next weekend already. Maybe a little too excited 'cause it's 2.30pm and I haven't done any revision today, just planning my life from next weekend onwards, and talking to Lukey about guys/girls/music/movies/parties/. The whole reason I buggered off home early from a party last night was because I planned to study all day today... Like that would ever happen anyway!! I just can't deal with the guilt of the possibility that I might have studied.

Exams so far have been tolerable. I'm suprised how relaxed we all are. Sleeping in, late night telephone calls and mid exam parties. I like it this way :) We have also met a bunch of interesting people from this school in Negombo who seem a laugh. All is good, all is good.

This is something slightly off topic but last night I realised that people who like to complicate things really annoy me. Not being an opinionated fuck or anything. They just do.

Xmas Special: Hugh Laurie (as the Prince Regent)©BBC

Possibly the funniest British actor in my opinion. In a league of his own. I can watch the Blackadder series' over and over again and not get bored (ok the first season isn't that good but the 2, 3, and 4 are brilliant). Just thought I would mention him 'cause I have found a new TV series that I can actually bear to watch. :p. House is funny. Hugh Laurie pulls off being American really well.

Oh yeah, does anyone remember the song Alright by Supergrass? I was thinking about a summer maybe nine or ten years ago and this song was all that was on the radio. Had the urge to download it. Lovin' it... and the random memories of being 7!

Check out Anjalie's art, she deserves a shout for being so talented... and cool :)

That's all for me now. Just a bit of everything for the sake of writing... in the hope that I'll have cured at least one person from boredom for a minute or so.

Who remembers?

2006-05-17T20:36:00.000+06:30

A few days I was on the phone with my best friend Luke, we hadn't chatted properly for ages and we ended up talking for nearly two hours about the randomest shit out there.

Sometimes it feels so good just to talk and talk and talk without a care in the world... especially when you are comfortable with the person on the other end. I have this random phobia of calling people I don't know well, like aunts and uncles I haven't seen in years... or simply people I've just met or haven't spent enough time with. Annelie knows all about this! So basically yeah, it felt great to talk to you Luke. :)

Wandering yet again!!

Luke and I started talking about cartoon and tv shows we used to watch as kids... and the memories literally came FLOODING back. These are the days before the retarded Telebubbies!!

The Moomins... I Lurvved the moomins... and it really pissed me off when I went to visit my grandparents in the Netherlands and they would only show it on the German channel as "Die Moomins" Argh!! The Germans and their bloody dubbing!!

The guy in the top hat is Moominpapa. The cool calm and collected one.

The Magic Roundabout??? Another CLASSIC!!

Oh yeah and apparently there are all these subliminal messages and they are all meant to be on drugs hehe

WHAT A LEGEND!!!!!!!!

Papa smurf is the man

The Clangers- I think my dad watched them when he was younger too.
They didn't talk, just made all these trippy whistling noises. And lived on the moon.
Actually I wouldn't mind watching a few episodes again sometime. That goes for all these shows actually.

Decisions decisions decisions...

2006-05-14T13:39:00.000+06:30

Every day we make thousands of decisions about anything and everything, most of them subconsciously, but we do make them. Right now it's 1pm and today I have already made more decisions than countable, although the majority of them are significantly insignificant.

I decided to get up and drink a glass of water at 6am this morning instead of shutting my eyes and drifting back into the wonders of dreamland. Dreams....ahhhhhhhhhh...Love 'em. I had the most bizare dream last night. It involved a guy who appeared to be exactly the same as Luke, he was even called Luke!! The only difference being he had a different nose and was not the Luke I know, so I started making all these random connections that he was Luke's half brother (?!?), and then he whipped out all these random photos which confused me even more... Going off on a slight tangent I will return to my point...

After arising from my stinking pit I decided sit and revise the monotony of the physics text book. This was the alternative to relaxing and listening to music as I would much rather be doing. Life's a bitch eh?

I decided to make my mum a Mother's Day card and 10 minutes ago I decided to stop revising and vaguely entertain myself by writing this blog. I can see you're bored already. Tough luck, I'm not!!

In the process of writing this down I have realised that most decisions we make are based on what we feel we need. I got up and drunk a glass of water because I was thirsty, my body told me I was lacking fluid, and I needed to replenish it, so I got up and grabbed a glass.

I decided to revise because I'm in the middle of my O Levels. In hindsight anyone can say
"Man, O Levels don't mean anything at all, you shouldn't get worked up about them!! And at any rate they are they easiest things everrrr!" Shut up. When they are the first major exams you are taking they do mean quite a lot. I need to revise because I want to do my personal best, that's mentally how my mind works. If you aren't going to do something well through sheer laziness, but you are capable of doing it well, why bother to do it at all?? I just don't see the point in that(ok this only applies to public exams, I don't give about anything else hehe). So therefore, from my perspective at least, I decide to revise because I need to. I need that sense of personal satisfaction when they are all over. I also need to justify going to school for the last two years. Imagine wasting two years of your life and getting nothing out of it. Make sense?

As for the Mother's Day card, I decided to make one because I feel I need to show my appreciation for the one person who is always there for me no matter what. I know Mother's Day is a commerical thing and just another way for companies to make big bucks, and many feel that you shouldn't conform to it.... I however, do feel that at least once a year I need to say thanks for being there and sorry for being such a bad daughter (ha ha). Anyway, how am I supporting these mega businesses if I make a card myself? I suppose there is some way of proving me wrong.... but yet again I am drifting away from the point. Sorry :(

FINALLY: MY POINT
I decided to write this blog because I needed to get my thoughts on paper about something that has been bothering me for quite a while, my way of dealing with it. Maybe if I write it down it'll put things in perspective and then I will be able to make a right decision and not end up regretting anything. Maybe it won't. Either way writing my thoughts down will have amused me for at least half an hour by the time this is finished.

A Level choices. How is one supposed to decide what subjects one wants to take when we have no idea of what we want to do in the future, why we need those subjects. It's such a huge thing to jump on poor unsuspecting 16 year olds like myself. lol. I reckon we consciously decide to do something only when we have some idea of the outcome, the result, so therefore we can justify it. You could argue that if you play Russian Roulette you have no idea of the outcome. This is true to a certain extent, but you do actually have a large idea indeed. You either live or you die. Simple. Please don't ask me why people feel they need to play RR, because that goes beyond me.

Back to A Level choices. What if you have NO idea what you want to do? That's completely normal right? Or there are just too many things that interest you. I'm finding it hard to decide what subjects to take next year because I have no idea why I would need to do them, as I have no idea what I want to do in Uni and subsequently in later life. One day, after watching a medical drama on TV I think to myself that medicine would be cool. The next day I'm thinking Law, the next maybe Psychology, and the day after I'm on to History & Politics. What about Maths eh? I managed to narrow myself down to four subjects that would pretty much cover all of those things that I am interested in; History, Chemistry, Biology and Maths. Maybe not the best fit for any one of them but at least it keeps my options open right?

Then Charlieeee(Mr Shearer, our delightful and over competitive director of studies) called me to his office and imparted his wisdom. He told me that he didn't imagine that I'd do medicine and sees me as more of a humanities sort of person, and reckons I should do Economics instead of Chemistry. What the hell does he know of what I want to do??!?! What if I did drop Chemistry and by the time I'm 19 and about to begin a degree in pop music between October 1996 and January 1997 (my new found interest, universities are catering to everyone these days eh?), I decide that ACTUALLY I want to be a doctor, as I have matured emotionally and felt I needed to help people (!!??!). It'd be a right kerfuffle.
What to do then? Chemistry or Econ?

Conclusion: I'm utterly aimless and have no direction. Strangely however, after writing this (very longwinded and extremely confusing) blog down it feels down right good. Where's the excitement in having planned out your life at age 16? I have friends who know exactly what they are going to do when they leave school... right up until they die actually. Well rather their parents do. A bit scary if you ask me. With things slightly in perspective, I think I'll just go with the flow and hope for the best...

Setting a good example to his daughter...

2006-05-13T00:07:00.000+06:30

Urgh!

2006-05-09T22:02:00.000+06:30

The first O Level exam was yesterday, Maths paper 1. It was ok, one or two seriously messed up questions that left me really pissed off.. just couldn't figure them out for the life of me... Otherwise all was good.

Luke and I arrived at the BMICH for the English language paper today about half an hour early and waited around the entrance for everyone to come so we could all go in together. By ten to four another 5 people had turned up and we headed for the hall to see if the rest of the gang were waiting there. Nope. No one was in sight. Strange hmmmm... I think it was Luke, or maybe Fuzzy had the smart idea for us just to go into the hall since the exam was going to start in five minutes. We opened the door and the room was empty. FUUUUCK!! No tables, no chairs, no nothing.
We all ran out frantically trying to find where the hell our exam was about to start but all the randomers who had arrived minutes before had disappeared!! I actually cannot explain how much of a panic we were, months of preparation leading up to the big thing and we couldn't find the damn hall!!

We followed some wild goose chase that took us I swear ten times around the BMICH main building, to the examiners canteen, back to the entrance and then to the Islamic Studies movie room (?!?!). It wasn't a pretty sight. Imagine a whole lot of sweating teenagers just galloping around like wild horses. LMAO

When we finally got on the right track to the little BMICH building some staff guy called us back and we rushed back up hundreds of stairs (ok it wasn't hundreds but by this time I was dying)only to find that we had to go all the way back to the little building. URGHHHH!!

We ran into to exam room and 400 faces sneered up at us!! It didn't help that the floor of the hall was nice shiney granite. SCREECH SCREECH clatter clatter. Yup! We couldn't have been any quieter either. The examiners looked at us reprovingly and told us to get to work... One of the more awkward moments of my life...

Anyway if anyone is reading this im going to bed now. Got "abusive" exams tommoro. Lit and Maths p2. Please send positive vibes.........

KKK- White Power

2006-05-04T00:09:00.000+06:30

Did you know that the Ku Klux Klan is still in existance? I didn't until I started researching for a history project I had to do over the summer on 1920s America. The topic interested me to the extent that a large part of the project ended up focusing on the KKK... Suprising for Moir's white supremicist herself, founding memeber of the White Panthers (Dedicated to sucking up to FNT, receiving cakes on birthdays and dealing in Deutschmarks)

It's interesting to see that there are still people who support the the group - even with its illustrious track record. It's one thing to support an organisation that calls for stricter immigration laws in order to preserve a sense of national identity (I'm in NO WAY condoning it), but it is another entirely to support a white supremacist organisation, that is crudely open about the fact that they are one. Tact, tact, if only they were more tactful they might receive more support , but it's definitely best this way don't you think?
"The Imperial Klans of America hates: Muds, spics, kikes and niggers. This is our God given right! In no way do we advocate violence."
Yet again my opinion of Americans have dropped a few levels...

In saying this however, the BNP is hardly any better... The only difference being they choose their words just a little more carefully...

Some purpose amidst the aimlessness...

2006-05-01T17:18:00.000+06:30

I just realised how incredibly bad I am at making any sort of resolutions, New Years ones or any other. I had forgotten about Lent this year until at the beach with some friends from England, 3 days before Easter Sunday. I offered them some chocolate and the reply I received was that they had given it up, for Lent. LENT!!??
It's not that I can't stick to resolutions, I just never get round to making them, or I forget that I'm supposed to make them. So for the first time ever I am going to give myself something to work towards, and hopefully I will stick to them.

Post-Exam Resolutions:

Eat less - there will be no excuse for comfort eating (ha ha)
Exercise more - i will no longer be "studying" all the time
Be friendier to Yaeesh's cousins & other numbered Jihads. They don't mean to be annoying.
Do not take anger out on brother
Be nice to brother
Listen to what Luke is saying even if it doesn't interest me ;-)
Remember what I tell people so that they do not have to hear my stories 100 times over
Enjoy the freedom while it lasts, do things i usually wouldn't and be adventurous
Be patient with the very (very) few that piss me off
Spend as much time out of Colombo with friends as I can, starting with the trip to Chrissy's estate
Re-introduce myself to the TV, and find a TV series that I like. Try not to get too pissed off with all the adverts that decide to pop up just as the the programme is getting interesting
Read more books, preferably that I haven't read before. Starting with errrr...
Get some work experience somewhere, anywhere!!
Spend as much time as i can with people that are leaving
Stop leaving my phone on silent so that i actually see my messages as soon as they arrive, not three days later
Work on my blonde moments, and don't believe everything that people say
Help out with SwimLanka at some point during the very long break
Go for the hash run every week like I used to, and enjoy watching old people make jokes about their sexual fantasies
Go to Amsterdam during the summer and do everything you are supposed to do when in such a great city-not just visit the fam!
Spend at least a week on the beach, soaking up the sun and having a good time!!
Watch movies!! And actually get around to watching Munich!

2006-04-29T00:06:00.000+06:30

Exams

2006-04-26T09:19:00.000+06:30

With under two weeks to go everyone has pretty much got their act together, well as far as is possible for our infamous class. Now comes the hardest part of all. I think everyone is scared shitless, I know I am. If you're not scared, stop lying to yourself. Please.
Anyway, best of luck everyone. Study hard like good children, perhaps "like a dog" as Usman does, or just don't study at all. Whatever floats your boat....
Alas! Freedom awaits us!

Words and phrases are memories

2006-04-16T23:38:00.000+06:30

Jobless as per usual and confined to my bed for the evening after an unfortunate episode of over-excitement whilst swimming at Himmy's today. I'll live. Slightly more productive as a result, and inspired by my temporary lack of pain free mobility, I have decided to write down my thoughts on life at this moment in time.

Here are the words that best describe these last few months in the hazy bubble I like to think of as life. I have been having some of the most awesome times ever. Great great friends, great great times and great great places. Wouldn't want to be anywhere else in the world right now.
A picture is worth a thousand words right?

Slightly (not completely) inspired by Annelie's previous entry on words, although this has nothing at all to do with what she was talking about. It's just words that got my thinking...
In no particular order, for memories sake... words and random phrases of the recent happenings:

pardon
fruit
(numbered) jihads
great minds
lit tuition
jungle boys
the joke book
loons
fool
50/50
indirect
my mansion
a lakh
bullshitters
partying in the maldives last night
M.P Thompson Peter
charles gets kicked in the nuts by a member of the minority
Eurasia
usman is going to heaven
thumb war
COMUN party
mooorda foorka
suuuuu ho
tempted to touch is dead. perpetual happiness :)
that bastard
your mom
courage to make the call
the clique
food club
school lunch break
garden cricket
sulai's debates
kent
student A and student B
deutsch mark
i'll take you to the candy shop (real mp3 tune yeah!)
tree trunks
pissing off the guard
cake
FNT
suprise party that i don't think was a suprise
cramming
pedro jose the immigrant
for sure
hash
indra reagent
shisha
gossip bar
mr krishan
mr romesh
JUUUUHANNNNIIII
jew
the jungle and jungle net
baila
allah loves me, does he love you?
banana milkshakes
o levels
slacking
guaranteed 95%
do i know you?
sexy zara
friday nights
acropol
bitty
if you pick a paw paw
the commons
hotel de plause
blogs
cutlet
cartilage
icing on the cake
moroccan pipe
planning post May 26th
hippo poses
sudiiii
strawberry flavouring to the weed
computer says no *cough*
teasing sulai
im a GIRL
im not going to give you the bloody answers, just f**k off!
severe sense of humour failure
mocks
cook dinner in your bedroom
catdog
awaiting freedom
sucking up to FNT
flower drum breakfast
white power
black power
bus rides
emmet till
yerr i know
severe case of repeating myself
stupid americans
study like a dog
ticklish
my grandfather says...
galadari
no exit
school play lockers
mount beach
millions of peaches
bossa nova
kool & the gang
are you clean?
pink floyd's coke dealer
chopsticks
dissing matches
drop dead
mammie
*
*
light upset
learning how to grow cous cous from wikipedia
radioactive glow stick spillage
compact
the charlotte and luke show
the dog that drives a ferrarri
rugby/golf
100 100 100
gravity is going to the left

If I have missed any out please to comment and tell me yeah... hehe.. my memory is a bit foolish at times!! I apologise profusely that this is so bloody long. Just too many memories I'm afraid.

The Lost Ones...

2006-04-10T19:37:00.000+06:30

I went to see this amazing performance at Bishops called "The Lost Ones" by The Vanishing Point Theatre Company on Saturday afternoon. A Scottish troop imported by the British Council to wow the minds of us in Lanka. I had heard so much praise for it by everyone that had seen it on the Thursday and Friday showings that had no idea what to expect. I walked in and sat down with high expectations and needless to say was so impressed by every single aspect of the performance. The lighting.. the co-ordination.. the actors themselves... the stage effects and the set. I don't think I have seen anything quite like it in my entire life, let alone in the theatre deprived city of Colombo.

I'm not going to write some long winded and random review on it as I could never do it justice, and more importantly I have absolutely no idea how to write one. Everyone I have tried to explain it to has looked at me suspiciously and then gone on to give me rather funny looks at the fact my favourite parts of the entire show were when a tall skinny Scottish man (resembling Napolean Dynamite) jumped on stage in a school uniform and sang his heart out to a slightly fruity banjo. Funny eh?

If you saw it: great show right?
If you didn't: why on earth didn't you!?

One thing I must say though is that there could have been a much larger turn out. When I went to see the show on the Saturday matinee, the auditorium was only about 1/3 full. It's such a shame that more people didn't come and enjoy something that was so different from what Colombo usually experiences, especially when all people do is complain about how under-cultured Colombo is and that there is never anything on!

Fat Tony

2006-04-06T16:43:00.000+06:30

Anthony was our mentor last year, until he had to go and graduate on us. Gone are the days of continual insults and random guitar sing alongs to tunes made up on the spot. Sulaiman's Dying... Luke's Teeth.. Mr Shearer... Great great memories..
Anyway this dude is probably the best guitar player I know personally and his stuff is definitely worth checking out, so please do! His blog has links to some of his stuff.

When boredom takes over...

2006-04-05T19:58:00.000+06:30

With the completion of my first few blog entries, all sources of inspiration have seemingly dried up. What is up with her imagination you must be thinking. The truth is that lethargy has taken over my body and the random tit-bits of nothingness that I am known for by my ever loving friends have long left me. Sad isn't it.

So for now I am going to write a bit about the one thing I have been definitely been doing too little of lately... Reading. Here are my top ten (at the moment seven) reads; not necessarily books, but also magazines, newspapers and comics.
Anything interesting that manages to cure my sporadic fits of boredom:

National Geographic
It's brimming with suprisingly interesting articles about everything under the sun. You can find out about issues that you never thought would interest you or never knew existed. The range of topics covered is that diverse! The photography is also something that deserves a mention... As Yanik says, it's AWESOME! I especially like the monthly feature they have about a towns from different Zip Code... there sure are some weird ass Hicksvilles out there!
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
I had to read this for my O Level Literature course and I hated every single word the first time I read it. After five reads it has grown on me to the extent that it now one of my favourite books. Funny eh?
The description used by Fitzgerald is fascinating. He can make the most insignificant object or person seem the most important thing out there, sometimes with detail to the extent that it's off putting. This however makes the book what it is. With loads of hidden symbols, wacky imagry (thanks Miss Attygalle for that) and a cool plot I would definitely recommend it to anyone.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon
One of my all time favourites, if not out respect for the author who was able to write so convincingly in character as an autistic teenager. I really don't know how he managed to capture what goes through the mind of an autism sufferer but he did and did so very well! A really easy but good read that might leave you with a different outlook on life.
The Secret Diary of Adrian Mole (Series) By Sue Townsend
I haven't met many people in Sri Lanka who have read this so I am afraid I have to say they have missed out. It is something that every child grows up with in England. The first book in the series, "The Secret Diary Of Adrian Mole, Age 13 3/4" sees Mole as a spotty teenager old with more problems than he can deal with. He is a self proclaimed literary interlectual whose poetry has just been rejected by the BBC, his parents are about to divorce and he has just been dumped by his girlfriend. The irony that is oh so undetectable when you first read it as a 12 year becomes more and more apparent the older you get and with its 1980s context it's hilarious!
The lastest in the series, "Adrian Mole and the Weapons of Mass Destruction" sees Adrian as a failed thirty something year old, divorced with a child to support. His irony lives on into the 1990s and the book is just as good as the first.
The Week
I'm such a nerd... but as soon as a new issue is out I rush to the school library to inconspicuously steal it and take it home to read in the confines of my own room. With the only TV of the house being in my brother's room, I really cannot be bothered to risk cutting my life short by venturing into his stinking pit. Instead I resort to reading "The Week". It's a British based news magazine that I find an interesting read. It has a good overview of the happenings in the world and some good movie reviews of independent films as well as the bigger ones. Saves me from dying during my free periods.
Inspector Morse Series by Colin Dexter
You might have seen the BBC TV series of these books, but if you haven't it's just your average detective series to be honest. I can relate to it because it is set in my home town, and all the places mentioned I know or have been to. That's what makes it cool. Actually I have changed my mind, it's not average. It's really really good, otherwise I wouldn't be writing it here.
TIN TIN Series by Herge
I love this comic soooooo much. Bah to all the other comics out there. Tin Tin is lightyears head. With the good old Captain, Snowy and the rest of the gang I never ever get bored of reading the series. Ever. Poo to Spawn and Sin City.
The Bible
For reasons other than the obvious... Some of the stories are bizarre!
Boy & Going Solo by Roald Dahl
Anyone who has read these books will know why I love them so much. Dahl must have had the most amazing childhood ever if everything written is actually true. His random diversions into his family history could have been so dull and boring but they're not at all. Both Boy & Going Solo are awesome!

Annelie

2006-04-05T00:13:00.000+06:30

The fruit fool of my life has a new blog. It is full of random, quirky musings about crazy and wonderous things and will leave you quietly laughing to yourself.
Click on the pic to visit her blog, Musings of a Mongrel.
Photo courtesy of Yanik.

Don Francisuge Himansu Perera

2006-04-04T23:12:00.000+06:30

This is Himansu. He is one of my closest friends and has some really cool though slightly disturbing drawings. If you're feeling bored or you like art, why not have a quick look at his blog.
Don't be put off by the random commentary to his pics.. You will only really understand it if you know him well. :-)
Click on the pic of him to go to his blog.

La Musique

2006-04-04T10:51:00.000+06:30

Some of my favourite musicians of all time seem to sing and perform in languages other than my own. I don't know what it is that attracts me to this except that fact that good music is going to be good music no matter what language the words are sung in. When you can feel what the song is trying to say purely through the vibes and the passion put into it, it makes you appreciate it a whole lot more.

My Top 15 foreign language artists and groups (in no particular order):

Khaled
Astrud Gilberto
Buena Vista Social Club (and any associated members etc)
Telephone
Andrea Bocceli
Faudel
Cheb Mami
Gilberto Gil
Joao Gilberto
MC Solaar
Rachid Taha
Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66
Bebel Gilberto
Shakira
Caetano Veloso

Top 20 Songs:

Ces Soiree La - Yannick Noah (ahhhhh for the sake of all those memories :-D)
Quelqu'un M'a Dit - Carla Bruni
Dieu Ait Son Âme - MC Solaar
Vivo Per Lei - Andrea Bocceli & Laura Pausini
Tellement n'Brick - Faudel
Aicha - Khaled
Mais Que Nada - Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66
Pais Tropical - Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66
Youm Wara Youm - Cheb Mami & Samira Said
Sitio Do Pica Pau Amarelo - Gilberto Gil
Agua De Bebe - Astrud Gilberto & Antonio Carlos Jobim
Menfi - Rachid Taha, Khaled & Faudel (from 1, 2, 3 Soleils)
Superstarr- MC Solaar
Abdel Kader - Khaled, Rachid Taha & Faudel (again from 1, 2, 3 Soleils)
Un Peu De Ton Amour - Telephone
Cendrillion - Telephone
Chan Chan - Buena Vista Social Club
Du Rire Aux Larmes - Sniper
Chega De Saudade - Bebel & Joao Gilberto
Didi - Khaled

A lot of musicians I mentioned are actually long gone and have been for a while now (Telephone was a French punk band functioning in the late 70s). I still feel, however, that the English speaking world is ready for something other than English. English is the most unexpressive language out there and let's face it, its mainstream music these days is not the most inspiring. Just think of the Pussy Cat Dolls or something similar. It would be really cool if some of these artists I have mentioned got the international recognition they deserve, and people were able to broaden their tastes to something that is hopefully a bit different.

May 8th 2006

2006-04-03T08:49:00.000+06:30

May 8th 2006 is the date on my calender that is looming ever closer. Every day the hours left until O Levels begin are diminishing, and yet the real pressure doesn't seem to have hit me at all. With hours spent at home doing, lets face it nothing, every single day for the last week, methinks I could have mustered up the effort to at least get something done. Instead I have been reduced to feebly flicking though my chemistry notes (chem is what everyone is supposed to be most afraid of right?), fooling myself (as well as my trusting parents) that I am actually studying. With an attention span for this kind of thing that is considerably small, after every 10 minutes of studying i end up taking a 45 minute break and legging it to the computer :-) What to do? A week before the exams I will be paying for it.

Lucky enough to have parents who let me do pretty much what I like, wherever and whenever I wish to do it and give me the responsibility to look after my school work (which I usually do), I just made myself look like I take advantage of them. That is definitely not the case most of the time, there just needs to be a sense of immidietness (is that a word?) for me to get up and do something productive. Up till now this has always meant night before cramming. Somehow I don't think that's going to work this time and I'm starting to wonder when this immidietness and urgency is going to finally desend upon me!
Dreaming of the 26th of May...
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..

90s Child

2006-04-01T01:23:00.000+06:30

Hey.. Im not gonna claim that i wrote all of this though i did add in a few ! i came across it and man... it brought back sooooo many memories of back in the day!! WOW how things have changed! I feel so nostalgic!

I really wonder what sort of things will be written in 10 years about '00s kids... hehehe...

You know you're a British 90s kid when...

You've worn leggings and felt cool (too cool for school actually)
You can sing the rap to"The Fresh Prince Of Bel Air" (every single word)
You remember when it was actually worth getting up on a Saturday morning to watch LIVE AND KICKING (hell yeah that show was awesome!! I loved Zoe Ball)
You used to love playing with your "Puppy in my Pockets"
You had a HUGE fringe at some point during your childhood (why the fuck do i have a mullet as well then? hehe)
Reading and watching Goosebumps was all you did for a a large part of you childhood
You took plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school (Barbie..?? Sesamie Street??)
You remember that huge craze of Yo-Yos and Tamagotchis
You still get the urge to say "not" after every sentence. Not.
You know that Kimberly, the Pink Ranger, and Tommy, the Green Ranger were meant to be (hell yeah my favourite show until my cousin suddenly told me it wasnt cool anymore... then I suddenly decided i didnt like it either)
You collected Pokemon cards(yeus! still have 'em)
You played and/or collected pogs (i stole some pogs from this boy in my class when i was about 6 and my mum had to come in to talk the teacher :-/ Refer the pic of the thief in the corner!!)
You had a weird alien that lived in a gooey stuff in a plastic pod and you thought if you stuck two back to back they would have a baby (omg and i actually went on believing that for such a long time... friends sweared on their lives that their alien had reproduced! My alien must have been infertile)
You watched the original Postman Pat, Fireman Sam and Ninja Turtles (Fireman Sam was the absolute MAN i swear... the way he came down the firemans pole ... yeah!!)
You remember when the new beanie babies were always sold out as soon as they came out.. and you couldn't wait to get the latest one (still have mine!)
You used to wear stick on earrings, not only on your ears but at the corners of your eyes too (hmmmm... cant say i did actually)
You know the Macarena off by heart(YEUS!)
"Talk to the hand" (enough said)
You remember the time before the Literacy and Numeracy hour existed (haha my school said fuck that!! my teacher was a hippie who told the government to screw off !!)
You thought that brian from "Pinkey and the Brain" would finally take over the world. (the pinkey the pinkey and the BRAIN!!)
You remember bum bags
You always wanted to be on Fun House (Still do!!)
You collected Tazos
2 words: Spice Girls (Spiceworld was all i watched for a long time... i wanted baby spice to adpot me haha)
You wore Disney plastic rucksacks ( i also had a disney purse. it was one of the puppies from 101 Dalmations)

VIVA LA 90s!

Thoroughly absorbing stuff!!

2006-02-15T18:50:00.000+06:30

Well this is going to be very interesting indeed. The very last person i thought who would start a blog; they always looked like diaries that are open for inspection by the whole world, the masses, the ahhh.. nevermind. my point being that does the world need to know what goes on in my life EVERYDAY.. ??? trust me its too insipid and plebeian... I believe it or not eat, drink, sleep and go to school just like everyone else... No big suprises there.
The blogs that i have read from serial bloggers however, seem far beyond my level of sophistication, but there we go.. not all of us were blessed with a such an engaging and thought provoking style of writing were we?
Why you ask, then am i going to all this trouble to start a blog?? Well the answer is that i was shown a friends blog and told it was would be ever so nice to leave a comment. So i start writing my bit, my moral support, my admiration only to find out that i have to be a member to leave a comment!! So please dont expect anything fantasic. an apology even before i start my new life as a not so serial blogger. Bienvenue!