Christmas season is upon us

It's been a while since I updated and lo and behold, christmas is not far off. The Square now has its lights up and its just so pretty. I want a Christmas tree. This season is gonna be crazy at work so I dont know how well Im gonna be able to maintain this thing. But i will try.
I miss you sylverine!

Cut out

I was on my way home the other day and I saw my shadow and well..quite simply, it looked a little like those paper chain girls..so I took a pic. The markings on the road are there because they're replacing pipes and whatnot.

Next!

I am so over it. Seriously.

It's been a few months away from university and over this time, I've really felt the gap yawn wider and wider. I'm not saying I'm worldly and all because I'm working.

For God's sake, I'm working in retail right now, it's not exactly challenging.

But being away from university...it's different. There's a different sort of responsibility on your head. A different expectation. And a different sort of bone numbing tiredness.

I don't think people really understand that.

Also, on a mental level, I think I've drifted from people. I see things differently now. Maybe I'm growing as an individual or something. Certainly baklava has had an input. But seriously, I am so over folk of the Dictator and ....I'm glad to be away from the place.

I'm glad I don't have to be around them all anymore and my contact with them is limited.

Not all though. I miss a LOT of the people from the Dictator. But...it's easy to get over.

I'm over the pettiness of it all.

On, to the next phase of life.

What the f have i done

..

Graduation!

The hall.more photos later.am im the ceremony as we speak.people walking across stage

Beep

And just like that, my days of student discounts are over. Goodbye student oyster, hello extortionate travel. Painful. On an unrelated note, the little owl hanging off my phone is holding on by a thread. Sadness. Need a new charm.

And another one bites the dust

It's really freaking me out a bit. That people I grew up seeing on tv are dying. It's weird. And it makes me feel old...which is weird. I'm only 21. But Gately's death goes to show exactly how death could strike at any time. Remind me never to binge drink. Scrap that, I don't drink. I'm gonna live forever! Rawr.

I fell in love.

But theyre too long for my legs:(

For the butcher and the baker

I assume the australians won..judging by the grin on that face.

We should all move!

That's right. I said it. It is written

Rawr

New shoes. You like?

Chai latte

Didn't kill me either. Rather nice. You know how we love the italians. O yes. Never to return to starbucks again...until i crave it severely... Ssh..i didnt say that.

Chai Steamer

It didn't kill me. Not bad at all.

Butchery of a city

Lol. Ok so that sounds harsh. But wow. A red dawn. Id love to say this is new news to me.. But no. I knew from last night 9pm. Why? Because im cool like that

Run rabbit run rabbit run run run

And run I did. Yes, I ran off the shopfloor, grabbed my bags and out of the Hawk. I ran to the cab stand where I waited a painful 10 mins. Clambered into a cab. Got changed in the back seat while relaying to the cabbie the urgency for speed. Arrived. Paid. Ran into the station and onto a coach. Made it by the skin of my teeth.

I'm berry late. Late important late.

Sitting on the train and very frustrated. Im gonna be late for work. Not only that, Im late for work on a day I really should have requested off. Its EID today. And instead of heading out to see Skywalker im on the train to work. A slow one. Hence Ive taken a pic of the detailing on my bag. ..sometimes it makes me happy..

Goodbye!!

And there, is the last of the Londonpaper, discarded on a Croydon bus.

And so the dance ends

Wow. Big icons passing away lately..and the new generation of talentless celebrities are moving in.. Great. Kids of real stars, socialites, drinking, sexing and drugging their way into the public eye..

Lady and the tramp

Curled up on the bus on the journey home last night. Not lady-like i know but this is what happens when you put me in flats. Interestingly enough, despite not feeling like a lady, i sure behaved like one when this drunkard approached me at the bus window and proceeded to wiggle his tongue furiously at me. Absolutely foul.

Ouch

Discreet picture of someone's dog

Cute huh

Turning in the oceans of boredom

Yes. I have resumed drawing merpeople in my intense overheated boredom

In excess

An excess of doodling while observing the class. And also of course note passing. Sigh. So bored.last ever lesson to observe. A little sad? Yes. Relieved that i dont ever again have to sit and feel myself being slow cooked into a mess due to the heat in this classroom? Definitely.

Bored again

Another ring

Rasberry frap

Running late,may as well stop off for breakfast in starbucks.asked for a mango and passion fruit frap-no mango left.
Not sure how i feel about it.tisnt bad per se.
Saw perfect sicilian lemon cupcakes with a perfect swirl of frosting there. It WILL be the next project for sylverine and I.

Really bored

The other ring I wore...i was REALLY bored. Can you tell by the number of strange pictures i took on the sly during class.

I got bored

My ring. Yes its a bit bashed up.

South Ken school

View from the window of the class i was observing yesterday.

Not odd at all

I'm giving my students lollipops as prizes today. Fine, but it makes my bag contents appear creepy...

Fight the addiction

Observing a beginners' English class in South Ken. Bored out of my tiny brain...being ill doesnt help either...Missing the Dictator. So close...

Set over chelsea bridge

Not a good photo because by the time my phone focussed,we were almost over the bridge. But look at the sky..sigh

Just in time

Class at 0930

For sylverine

Self explanatory

For the butcher

Leo da vinci's mona lisa;3604 cups of coffee and 564 pints of milk;colours created by adding milk;for the Rocks Aroma festival in sydney

Bitch be tripping balls

Credit to Baklava linking this from VGCats

In class

So hot in class.boring.took a pic of my notes.

My nude awakening

Today, I made up a new word.
It is:

NudieBoard:

A collection of images from trashy magazines of things you like in compromising positions, with a similar colour scheme. ie. flesh tones.

Example:
Phyl: So I have this mood board of the things that I like. Purple and pink things yknow?
Syl: No you don't! It's all in flesh tones! NUDE
Mozz: It's a NUDIEBOARD!!

“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.”

Whatever you do, or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius and power and magic in it.

In addition to the already existing list of things to do by 30, I've thought of a few more:

• Breakfast in Manhattan, New York.
• Ride in a souped up car, and blast Korean Music.
• Explore the Orient.

Bake Bake Bake Bake

Yesterday, Sylverine and I had a baking day at my house. And how wonderful was it?
UBER Wonderful.
It was good having Sylverine around the house after so long for just good old baking.
We made all new stuff this time:
Lemon Drizzle Cake
Carrot Cake and
Ginger Snaps.

And O my goodness, they were all successes! Yum. Epic Win.
Considering it was the first time making these three things, things turned out just about perfect.
The frosting of the carrot cake? Just..wow.
I was impressed. With myself.
LOL

Thank you Syl. For a WONDERFUL day =D

EDIT: For Hana. The picture isn't very good. I'm baking again tomorrow, and I'll try and get a better photo or four.

Playlists

Hmm. Lately, I can't say I've been sleeping well. There is no clear reason for this. However, to balance out the uncoolness of the lack of good sleep, I've been putting playlists together to suit my moods.

I've even asked a few friends to put together playlists for me. So, my request to you is this; if you've got nothing better to do, please, write a playlist for me. Just a series of songs that suit eachother, and would be good to listen to. Things you like. Things I like. Things that remind you of good times. Things that remind you of bad times. Whatever. Put the songs together. Recent, old, in English, not in English. All is welcome.

Here is a current goodie of a playlist someone sent me:

Taeyang - Only Look at Me
Taeyang - Make Love
Drake - Best I Ever Had
Wheesung - Insomnia
Super Junior - Why I Like You
Super Junior - It’s You
Cobra Starship - Good Girls Go Bad
Untouchable - My Boo
All American Rejects - I Wanna
Nine Days - Absolutely (Story of a Girl)
Boyz II Men - Down on Bended Knee
Big Bang - We Belong Together
Big Bang - Come Be My Lady
Gym Class Heroes - Cupids Chokehold
Robin Thicke - Lost Without You
AJ Rafael - She Was Mine
AJ Rafael - Showstopper
The Maine - Everything I Ask For
The Maine - I Must Be Dreaming
Craig David - Officially Yours
Elliot Yamin - Wait For You
Extreme - More Than Words
J Holiday - Suffocate
Jason Mraz - I’m Yours
Keri Hilson - Knock You Down
Shayne Ward - Breathless
Taio Cruz – She’s Like a Star

I am...McLoving

It feels really strange to think that my University career, my time at the Dictator, is officially over.
Gosh I'm going to miss it too much. Coming to the end of it and realising, 'wow this is really the end, I have no reason to be here' is rather unsettling.
I thought to myself that I wouldn't miss this place, and yes, I mocked those people who said they would miss it, and yeeeees, I also complained about how this place drained me of all spirit and creativity.
AND YET!! I feel really SAD. That it's OVER. When in life do you get to have experiences like those of university? It's an epic place. And the Dictator was amazing.

I'm now in an uber loving mood. Over the course of my dissertation, it dawned on me that this is really the end. And I have to tell everyone how much I love them..and I read this:

Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them.

So here goes:

Thank you for being a part of my experiences at the Dictator. It's been an epic three years and I wouldn't change it for the world. I absolutely adore you all, and I don't think I would be the person I am today if it wasn't for you all being there. Thank you. I ♥ you all.

well here's a lolcat =)

I Can Has Cheezburger

It's been a bit of a nightmare-ish week, culminating in the mahoosive nightmare, my brother's wedding.
I'm not going to go into it. I'm just so immensely tired that I actually managed to fall asleep AT my laptop twice in less than 24 hours.


What's keeping me happy?--->LOLcats.

Gosh, I have been flicking through these pictures for almost an hour now and the time just flew by..
I love lolcats.

Here's a few I felt like sharing because they were o so cute. More cute than funny to be honest.


That was me every day for the past week. ^^

“Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?”

Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end; then stop.

I'd love to say that I've come to the end of university and stopped. But Oh No, it appears I have stopped just short of the end. Dissertation Distress has struck, my friends. And so
'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'to talk of many things: of shoes and ships - and sealing wax - of cabbages and kings.'

These past few days in London have been wonderful, and so my camera has been dug up from beneath the pile of lecture notes, dusted off and taken out to ensnare many an unwitting moment.
Insofar, I feel that my pangs for creativity are momentarily staved off, but I fear a creativity binge coming on straight after this is officially over. God knows what I'll do.

It's been a while since I've updated on the Korea situation. Although I have about 4 recruiters on my side, ready to find me schools, jobs for October/November won't be released until August/September. Lame. What's UBER lame is the current political situation out there. Even from within my bubble, the news of North Korea's threats to break the 50 year ceasefire (or whatever you want to call it) with South Korea if they start searching their ships or whatnot, has reached me.
Total bummer.
I hope this thing blows over soon.

Anyway, since I'm avoiding my dissertation, I thought I'd cover one of the topics in my list of Rant-cid Milk.
Disappointing Definitions. Don't you just abhor when you read the title/blurb of something, get a fair bit excited, delve into it (be it a novel, film, food, substance) and find that it fails your expectations?
I can't really say much more than this but when that happens I just groan and think 'WHAT posessed you to define this in such a wonderful way then fail to come up with the goods?! Do you have any IDEA how disappointed I am?! ANY?!' Goh.


On another thread (can you tell I just need to get some thoughts out on 'paper(?)') before I forget, things to go on my 'To Do Before 30' list.

Obviously, it's impossible to predict how much of this eventual list I will be able to actually do, however, the next (now) nine years are pretty big. Lots can be done.
I'll make small goals as well as bigger ones. But all the time, keeping it as close to realistic and attainable as possible.

1) Live abroad.
2) Go to a fan meet.
3) Do the grown up things--> Get a career and married.
4) Learn to drive (I know, I know, I should have done this years ago but ..well)
5) Sing, with someone on a guitar/piano, and record it.
6) Roller blade through Hyde Park early on a Sunday morning.
7) Become truly proficient in the languages I have learnt so far, and learn another one.
8) Write a selection of short stories (not for publication)
9) Go to Disney World
10) See Neuschwanstein Castle.

She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it)
We'll see.

The need for Speed

I know it's dreadful but sometimes, I wish things would just get on with it. I feel like everything is going way too slowly for my liking. Stop and start.
And so, I feel the need for Speed. The pills. The pace. Take it as you will, but I need it.
Exams are finally over and I slugged my way through the first 2 weeks of dissertation time. Although I was having a weekly meeting with my tutor, I just didn't DO anything until the last 2 days, and that's only because he set a deadline.

No matter how much I complain about it, I kinda feel the need for urgency. The feeling that things HAVE to happen because if they don't, the consequences are unthinkable.
The whole applying thing for Korea is going SO slowly because jobs for October/Novemeber aren't even out yet! So I'm just sitting on my hands, waiting for something to happen.
Why am I constantly waiting? Why is so impossible to just go out and get what I want/need.

Who would have thought I would still be whinging about waiting and stemmed-creativity and angsty teenage-ness well into my 20s. Because really, that's what I am now. TWENTY ONE! Holy mofo and what have I got to show for it?! I've done nothing I want to do.
I'm beginning to think I should write a 'To do by 30' list. Then maybe I'll have some DIRECTION.

In this moment, of this hour

It's past one o' clock in the morning, London time (ofcourse).
I don't know why I'm still awake and writing here.
I'm listening to Priscilla Ahn's 'Dream' and I just wish I had someone to play the acoustic guitar for me as I sing.

I'm not drowsy in the least. My mind is buzzing with possibilities for my future; Summer, Seoul, Teaching, Flying, Experiencing, Life, People, the World, the WORD..

Completing these last few months of my degree feels like drawing blood from a stone. But then, it is over. And I can Be.
Will I miss this life I lead? Somewhat. Will I look back and feel sadness. No.

It feels like this place, this System, it's just bringing me down. Stemming my creativity. Instead of broadening my horizons, I feel enclosed. Like a hooded falcon.

Why am I writing this here? I don't know.
My fingers ache with the need to type these words but I don't know where they'll go and where they'll end.
So I shall stop. And savour this aching luxury of so many words and thoughts.
There may come a day when I become....thoughtless.

Green Tea.

You're the one who'll be drugged to get wed to Gyasi and you'll get married in that Ilford Cultural centre.
Or if you're really swanky, in the East London Msque Hall. And you'll turn up in some old school merc outside ELM and you'll be wearing a black coat over your wedding outift.
Which would be a REALLY glittery red ...and gold.....


JEANS AND HOODY!
Then Gyasi will turn up with a giant beard, dressed in that brown duffle coat of his, in a safari jeep. And Yoshi will turn around and go, OMG, Gyasi's grown a beard. And she'll have that face on.
Then, she'll spot Mooby, hot on Gyasi's heels and say 'O he's nice' and she'll be planning how to do the bridesmaid-best man connection thing.
When SUDDENLY, MI6 arrive and cart off Gyasi. Why? Because he is brown, young, bearded and from East London.
And so you'll have to marry Mooby! And Yoshi will be hugely jealous....UNTIL!!
HiMar arrives! All dressed up in black and white checked regalia. And makes the announcement!! THAT LEON IS SUNNI!!
And Yoshi rushes into his arms!
And the Mullah begins the process of marrying Yoshi/Leon and You/Mooby.
But THEN!
Nimbura grabs the mic...to make ANOTHER announcement...he seems serious.
'Could the owner of the Aston Martin Vanquish double marked by the 80s merc (the bridal vehicle) please remove itself. It is blocking up the main road'
Typical East london style.
BUT BUT BUT!!
It's none other than Bafta! And she comes running!!
To announce that she has fallen for Nimbura and they are getting married!
SHOCKER OF THE CENTURY!!
You faint.
Yoshi faints.
NIMBURA faints!!
Bafta realises she's not making sense and has been drugged! SO SHE FAINTS TOO!!
It was something in her tea.
I'm left holding the mic with the hall spontaneously FAINTING around me...
AND THEN!!
AND THEN! Daniel Henney walks in! AND HE PROPOSES TO ME!!
I ask him if I'll be able to tell people or whether we should keep it quiet. He says it's fine and he'll pick me up after the wedding.
And like a dream, he leaves.
BUT THEN YOU GUYS COME AROUND! And I try and try and try to tell you he came and proposed! But none of you believe me.
I think it may have been something in my tea.
The Mullah returns after his extended bathroom break and you guys try to marry me off to him! Since he's he only single guy going!
AND THEN!
GUACAMOLE GETS IN ON THE ACTION!
She swans in on the arm of that french model dude.
But....her eyes meet with someone's across the room...
She slips away from the model man...
She's drifting across the 'dancefloor'...
Past the DJ you hired to play bhangra...
Dodging the mad Xena and her dance partner Ras Malaaaaaaaaaaaaaaai..
Shoes sticking to the fallen jalebis and the party popper strings we popped earlier in announcement of yours and Mooby's wedding..
AND STRAIGHT INTO THE ARMS OF NONE OTHER THAN JACK DANIELS!!

SHOCKER OF THE MILLENIUM!!
Meanwhile, Bafta is coming around, and now wants Jack Daniels too.
Nimbura feels on more steady ground and goes and marries his best friend in secret...
Bafta and Guacamole start fighting..
with...
KHUSSAY! (the shoes) from UNZE, Green street. Buy one get one half price. This week only.
AND THEN! MI6 burst in and drop Gyasi back in the action!
He gets completely pummelled in the Guacamole/Bafta war for JD.
You rip off the glittery hood of your glittery hoody to shield him. 'Everybody! DROP THE UNZE!', you cry.
Guacamole and Bafta are blinded by the bling and stumble backwards, losing their footing. And foot wear.
There's a sharp intake of breath from everyone.
SCREECH's HAIR!!!
The thing we have all seen 3cm of, but no more!!
IS EXPOSED!!
Everybody stops.
Freeze this frame people. Let's see where we all are:
Guacamole and Bafta have fallen over due to the blinded-ness.
JackDaniels is chuckling alone, with his gaggle of girls around him....so not so alone I guess.
Leon and Yoshi are trying to find a halal 'room'.
HiMar has gone back to being militant.
Nimbura is outside trying to steal the Vanquish with his new wifey while Bafta is still stunned. The new Bonnie and Clyde.
I'm still trying to convince people that Henney came and LEFT while y'all were unconscious. In fact, I'm shouting it into the ear of a decrepit granny with slippers.
MI6 are looking at us all like we're freaks.
And you're standing in the middle of it all with no hood on your hoody (from footlocker; closing down sale. Credit crunch you know).
Being your wedding planner, I grab the nearest shiny thing and chuck it at your head.
It turns out, the thing I've just chucked at your head is the foil paper from the main curry dish for your wedding meal.
A lone tear of curry makes it's way down the side of your face,
THEN CORMMA ARRIVES! The coven of recently married medics' association. All self righteous and thinking they're better than the singletons.
They start to pair people up:
Nimbura is long gone with the car.
Mooby and Bafta decide to get it together.
Guacamole marries Jack Daniels.
You marry Gyasi.
Yoshi and Leon have 'disappeared' (but 9 months later a very halal baby comes into the world, named ELMA after the mosque).
CORMMA leaves feeling very smug.
But then...
People start to take pity on me..
Because I'm alone.
And apparently crazy on my drugged tea.
Then the Mullah rips off his beard and thobe!
TO REVEAL HE IS DANIEL HENNEY!
AND MUSLIM!
AND HE PRESIDED OVER ALL YOUR WEDDINGS!!
And you guys were trying to marry me off to the mullah earlier and all along it was him!
He's presenting me with a ring!
We start to sing for all the newly weds.
We sing Aint no Mountain High Enough, to demonstrate that you guys have come and crossed many boundaries to get married..
MI6 men are crying in the corner. They think Muslims are beautiful and wonderful
And all the wars in the muslim world end. And then DH announces he has 4 cinderella carriages waiting outside!! And a white charger for him and me.
Turns out, he had got the pumpkins from the local market and had some fairy magic work from Prozac! Prozac the manic depressive fairy! (his parents weren't expecting him to end up the way he did clearly. He inherited the recessives..)
Prozac felt he had to do a good deed to get back in with us lot. He figured, doing the carriages was the least he could do.
So DH and I get onto the horse. And as the brides are getting into their carriages, you notice there's already a resident in yours!
It's SOLEIT! SHE MADE IT TO THE WEDDING AFTER ALL!!
Not only that! She fell in love with an MI6 agent!! A BROWN MAN!
She gets out and hops onto her MI6 agent man's motorbike, and they ride off into the sunset. She flies a banner as they leave. From a distance, we can just about read what it says: 'Abstain from pain!'
The brides proceed to get into the carriages.
Husbands ride on top. The way guys ride on trains in bollywood movies.
And we ride down to whitechapel.
Where all the people of East London unite in an amazingly choreographed dance spectacular!
Everyone has matching outfits, smiles and does the same dance moves in time!
Traffic stops as people dance around the traffic lights in saris and dhotis.
And everyone is joyful.

THE END

To see new beauty in what is vanishing

I had a surreal moment the other day..
It was a cold morning and a watery sunlight was streaming into the kitchen as I was having my toast, looking out into the garden through the back doors. And there alighted a beautiful little robin on the fence. The red of its breast was so odd in a grey, green and brown coloured winter garden. And although I had drawn many a robin on a christmas card in my first decade of life, I'd never seen a robin before! I live in outer London and it was a perfect moment for me. Obviously the first thing I did was grab my phone and take a picture before the moment vanished..But it was just...the perfect start to the day.

The Outrage!

I can't sleep so here we go. I shall relate my experience of feeling intensely outraged today.

First off, I was on my way home and at *every* stage there was a chick on crutches blocking up the stairs up and out or in and down in the Underground.

Now, I know that makes me sound like a dreadful person but it didn't actually bother me until I sat down on the train and ..

*clkclack...clkclack....clkclack...* And there she was...the Crocodile to my Captain Hook. And she plonked herself down in front of me.

Again, this would not normally irritate me.

A woman sat down next to me and the Crocodile says to her 'O watch out for my leg. I need to have it stretched out. Because I broke it'. Woman politely asks what happened. Crocodile responds smugly 'Skiing'.

AGAIN not a problem.

Then the problem happened. It happened! SHE GOT ON THE PHONE! I hate it when people get on the phone on trains. Specially when you're at a shared table thingy...on a quiet train. It's a total lack of respect for the people around you. I always get off the phone when I get on the train (unless it's not quiet). Uff!!
And the conversations?!
First: On the phone to mum, about her leg and her physio;
Second: On the phone to some guy, about her leg and her physio and how nice it is to get away from London for a while and being at home;
Third: On the phone to some chick, about her leg and her physeio and how nice it is to get away from London for a while and being at home just relaxing and being with the family;
Fourth: Long conversation on the phone about how she's been invited to the Hunters' Ball by Flora. Flora says dress code is pretty relaxed and you could get away with just wearing a long dress. Ths is great because it will hide her foot and yet she can still look like everyone else. You know FLORA has a closet full of long dresses. Hunters' Ball looks fun, just hanging around with some friends over some drinks. Hopefully my leg will be ok by then.

*sound of scratching record*
WAIT A MINUTE, did I just say MY LEG?! O yes! She talked for the entire twenty minute journey. Got in my head. Hate her. HATE HATE HATE. SMASH SMASH SMASH.
Hunting in my opinion is a no-no. I understand that foxes can be a pest and I guess sure, those who live in the country would know best whether culling is required. However, I don't feel that chasing a fox down after hours on your horse with your frikkin' dogs chasing it until it's out of it's mind in fear, then setting upon it and ripping it to shreds, is humane (wow long sentence).

So I didn't hate her THAT much but ogh the hunting infuriated me...That's all for now.
Tomorrow, I'll relate my supreme lame-ness from today. ^^

Things going on right now

To begin, I will discuss the snow. Because that's all everyone is talking about and I feel like talking about it too. I love it. It has brought everything to a standstill. Tubes, trains, buses. All stopped. Thanks to the glorious snow. For the moment, I don't understand why everyone's so annoyed. There was such a sense of peace on Monday morning when everything was...under.
The Newsreaders are dividing the response loosely into two camps really: the 'IhateBoriswhyhasn'thedoneanythingtofixthissituationIcan'tgettowork' and the 'lovesnowofftoplay'. The first group is adults and the second, children. Loosely. I'm glad I can still count myself as a child. I made a mama bear and a baby bear. Out of snow. Love it. My parents thought I was crazy. I'm tempted to agree.

Also in the news is that 2009 is the worst year for university graduates seeking jobs. Wonderful. An excuse to spend the recession being a bum and my mother can't say ANYTHING!! MWAHAHAHA.
Actually, I intend to skip the country. As anyone who knows me will know. If you don't know me and don't know, well now you know. Do you feel in the know? I know you do. :P
So, I'm making my plans to go to Korea/Taiwan to teach English and I believe it'll be crazy good. I'm a little bit terrified, but I'll get over it. I'll finally escape the clutches of the obligations of being the youngest daughter. People may think there are none. Specially those who are not the youngest daughter, but really you have no idea what it's like. It has it's positives but let's be real now. It sucks a lot.
BUT KOREAAAAAAAAAAAAA (or Taiwan). How cool is that? I can't believe I'm actually going to do it. I hope it all pans out and I get a position out there. My recruiters say it should be no trouble. But still... pray for me. Everyone is free to crash at my place if my place is big enough. For free.

Also in recent news (of my life) is...errm...I don't know. I guess I'm a little bit happy right now. Mosying along as you do. Overall I guess you could say I'm happy. Not 100%, but who cares about that pesky 25%?! It's all about the golden 75%(of me that is joyous). I really want a polar bear/panda/cow hat.

Skywalker now walks. Albeit holding stuff but still. She makes me happy.

I have bundles of coursework to get through but there's no MS Word....(you thought I was going to say time; there is time but no Word. My laptop is being evil and it makes me want to cry when I'm not running around being joyous for no apparent reason).
I've lugged my monster laptop all the way into university today, through sleet and snow shall we say. in order to get the IT help people to help. They say 'Come back at 12'. Came back at 12 and they say 'Come back at 12:30'. Gosh what DIFFERENCE does it make. So mean. I feel jilted- like a lover.

There's a song I heard on the radio this morning. Called 'Say I am Wonderful' or something. It made me that little bit more happy.

Yuki sama

The snow is absolutely epic (for me). Never have i experienced anything like it. So so so joyous. Tried to make it to the station but the roads are a nightmare and no buses!I made a snow bear, yuki sama. He looks sad but i assure you he is ecstatic. Its at times like these i wish my brother and sister were around.