Not odd at all

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

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.

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 =)

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

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.

I looked upon the wonderland

rupsi says:
i hate zefron
ms. zammil says:
o
ms. zammil says:
I see
rupsi says:
dont you?
ms. zammil says:
no..
ms. zammil says:
I like his name
ms. zammil says:
he sounds like a fabric soap
ms. zammil says:
Zac Efron! Get your whites whiter!



Sylverine is my favourite friend and I am so glad to have her.
She says 'Sometimes, you are so funny'.

I feel joyous.