tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39594881124431672022012-01-29T21:08:49.615ZSkylerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07172793912011749761noreply@blogger.comBlogger561100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-42805004386572330632011-10-04T00:36:00.000+01:002011-10-04T00:36:50.264+01:00My father is always on my back to meet new people. But I just can't. I can barely stand to speak to the people I know anymore. I can't live. I can't bear the pain of being alive. I withdraw, and then I reach out, I try to care, I try to exist in harmony with other people, but I always get disappointed, and then I retreat again. The gaps inbetween withdrawal get longer, and one day I might stop reaching out again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4280500438657233063?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-83847967621599194082011-08-25T14:55:00.002+01:002011-08-25T14:55:52.544+01:00<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:10] Todd Etzel: muthafucka<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:26] *** Call to Todd Etzel ***<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:46] claudia: can you see me?<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:46] Todd Etzel: what a dick<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:48] Todd Etzel: yea<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:53] claudia: can you hear that knocking?<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:56] Todd Etzel: yup<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:58] Todd Etzel: wtf is he doing<br />[24/08/2011 22:57:58] claudia: omg wtf<br />[24/08/2011 22:58:22] claudia: see the plastic bag on me haha<br />[24/08/2011 22:58:27] Todd Etzel: haha yup<br />[24/08/2011 22:58:36] Todd Etzel: dude what is he doing<br />[24/08/2011 22:58:39] claudia: make him go away<br />[24/08/2011 22:58:43] Todd Etzel: he's fucking crazy<br />[24/08/2011 22:59:42] Todd Etzel: what is he talking about<br />[24/08/2011 22:59:45] Todd Etzel: he's moving<br />[24/08/2011 22:59:47] Todd Etzel: what the fuck<br />[24/08/2011 22:59:57] Todd Etzel: tell him what<br />[24/08/2011 22:59:58] Todd Etzel: lol<br />[24/08/2011 23:00:00] Todd Etzel: oh christ<br />[24/08/2011 23:00:01] Todd Etzel: hahahahaha<br />[24/08/2011 23:00:14] claudia: wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:00:19] Todd Etzel: he found out?<br />[24/08/2011 23:00:24] Todd Etzel: you don't even know if it's anything<br />[24/08/2011 23:00:25] Todd Etzel: wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:01:57] *** Call ended, duration 04:31 ***<br />[24/08/2011 23:02:32] *** Call to Todd Etzel ***<br />[24/08/2011 23:02:48] Todd Etzel: yea<br />[24/08/2011 23:03:36] Todd Etzel: jesus<br />[24/08/2011 23:03:41] Todd Etzel: he's so self centered<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:02] Todd Etzel: ok dude<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:07] Todd Etzel: you gotta take this situation under control<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:10] claudia: how?<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:11] Todd Etzel: he's being a petulent child<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:15] claudia: god<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:38] Todd Etzel: just tell him you don't know yet<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:42] Todd Etzel: and won't tell him<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:46] Todd Etzel: or tell him you're not pregnant<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:48] Todd Etzel: so he just goes away<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:53] Todd Etzel: I don't know what the fuck he wants<br />[24/08/2011 23:04:56] Todd Etzel: what a fucking baby<br />[24/08/2011 23:05:04] Todd Etzel: I've never seen anyone act so immaturely<br />[24/08/2011 23:05:06] Todd Etzel: in my entire life<br />[24/08/2011 23:05:32] Todd Etzel: dude<br />[24/08/2011 23:05:35] Todd Etzel: tell him you're not pregnant<br />[24/08/2011 23:05:37] Todd Etzel: tell him to fuck off<br />[24/08/2011 23:05:41] Todd Etzel: tell him there is no child<br />[24/08/2011 23:05:45] Todd Etzel: who cares<br />[24/08/2011 23:06:02] Todd Etzel: is he really repeating himself like this?<br />[24/08/2011 23:06:03] Todd Etzel: wtf?<br />[24/08/2011 23:06:15] Todd Etzel: dude tell him you're going to call the cops on him<br />[24/08/2011 23:06:21] Todd Etzel: and tell them about the time he beat you<br />[24/08/2011 23:06:43] Todd Etzel: tell him you're going to call the cops<br />[24/08/2011 23:07:08] Todd Etzel: what a self centered asshole<br />[24/08/2011 23:07:16] Todd Etzel: he thinks everything revolves around him<br />[24/08/2011 23:07:16] Todd Etzel: woiw<br />[24/08/2011 23:07:28] Todd Etzel: ok dude<br />[24/08/2011 23:07:33] Todd Etzel: I really can't listen to much more of this<br />[24/08/2011 23:07:37] Todd Etzel: this is really disturbing me<br />[24/08/2011 23:08:38] claudia: isn't it? wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:08:43] claudia: i wish i had my phone<br />[24/08/2011 23:08:48] Todd Etzel: tell him you're going to call the cops<br />[24/08/2011 23:08:50] Todd Etzel: just threaten<br />[24/08/2011 23:08:56] claudia: i can't<br />[24/08/2011 23:08:58] claudia: my phone is in my room<br />[24/08/2011 23:08:59] claudia: damn it<br />[24/08/2011 23:09:05] Todd Etzel: well threaten it at least<br />[24/08/2011 23:10:17] Todd Etzel: whatever<br />[24/08/2011 23:10:21] Todd Etzel: do you even know now?<br />[24/08/2011 23:10:37] Todd Etzel: he is a real piece of work<br />[24/08/2011 23:10:44] Todd Etzel: dude<br />[24/08/2011 23:10:50] Todd Etzel: you need to threaten the cops<br />[24/08/2011 23:10:53] Todd Etzel: I would right now<br />[24/08/2011 23:10:56] Todd Etzel: I know you don't have your phone<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:00] Todd Etzel: but he is acting fucking psycho<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:04] Todd Etzel: I am literally afraid for your safety now<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:12] Todd Etzel: if you want me to call the cops now I will<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:17] Todd Etzel: I'm sure I can somehow call internationally<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:19] Todd Etzel: dude talk to me<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:38] claudia: wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:42] claudia: my landlord was here<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:45] claudia: i dunno where he's gone<br />[24/08/2011 23:11:50] Todd Etzel: what the fuck<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:10] Todd Etzel: sounds like the landlord is gonna call the police<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:17] Todd Etzel: jesus christ<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:19] Todd Etzel: he's fucking crazy<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:39] Todd Etzel: dude don't answer his question<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:43] Todd Etzel: he is fucking scary<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:45] Todd Etzel: I take it back<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:52] Todd Etzel: if anything tell him no<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:53] claudia: ha<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:55] Todd Etzel: but don't say yes<br />[24/08/2011 23:12:57] Todd Etzel: if you are<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:03] Todd Etzel: just say no<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:07] Todd Etzel: who cares<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:09] Todd Etzel: get him away<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:11] claudia: right?! wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:16] Todd Etzel: he's fucking frightening<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:19] Todd Etzel: tell him no I'm not<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:21] Todd Etzel: tell him to fuck off<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:24] claudia: i wish i could tape this<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:25] Todd Etzel: and that even if you were<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:25] claudia: wtf!<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:29] claudia: tape it for me! wtf!<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:31] Todd Etzel: then you wouldn't<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:45] Todd Etzel: "I'm not and even if I was I wouldn't tell you so go away"<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:47] Todd Etzel: and just say that<br />[24/08/2011 23:13:51] claudia: okay<br />[24/08/2011 23:14:10] Todd Etzel: well that proves he's even more fucking crazy<br />[24/08/2011 23:14:15] Todd Etzel: I'm sure he is<br />[24/08/2011 23:14:24] Todd Etzel: he's acting like a fucking psycho<br />[24/08/2011 23:14:34] Todd Etzel: "I'm not and even if I was I wouldn't tell you so go away"<br />[24/08/2011 23:14:43] Todd Etzel: repeat that<br />[24/08/2011 23:14:44] Todd Etzel: you just told him<br />[24/08/2011 23:14:49] Todd Etzel: there they are<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:07] Todd Etzel: ok<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:09] Todd Etzel: he's fully psycho<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:14] Todd Etzel: he deserves to be arrested<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:27] Todd Etzel: if I need to talk to the cops on Skype I will<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:37] Todd Etzel: jesus christ<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:42] Todd Etzel: dude<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:52] Todd Etzel: "I'm not and even if I was I wouldn't tell you so go away"<br />[24/08/2011 23:15:55] Todd Etzel: or whatever<br />[24/08/2011 23:16:01] Todd Etzel: he's not even taking no for an answer<br />[24/08/2011 23:16:04] Todd Etzel: he's fucking nuts<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:00] Todd Etzel: why is he doing this?<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:05] claudia: i don't know<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:05] Todd Etzel: did someone tell him something?<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:07] claudia: no<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:10] claudia: he just wants to know<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:15] claudia: and i haven't spoken to him<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:16] Todd Etzel: what a fucking petulent child<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:23] Todd Etzel: so before he moves<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:24] Todd Etzel: he's going nuts<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:29] Todd Etzel: trying to find out<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:30] Todd Etzel: I guess?<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:34] claudia: he went away<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:37] Todd Etzel: good<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:38] claudia: i'm afraid to go out<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:42] Todd Etzel: be careful he's not outside still<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:48] Todd Etzel: don't let him in<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:50] claudia: i can't go out<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:53] claudia: my room doesn't lock<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:54] Todd Etzel: I'm literally afraid for your safety<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:57] claudia: i am too<br />[24/08/2011 23:17:58] Todd Etzel: ok<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:06] Todd Etzel: ummmm<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:06] claudia: it's getting late too<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:10] Todd Etzel: if you give me your landlord's number<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:12] Todd Etzel: I can call him<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:14] claudia: i don't have it<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:17] claudia: it's in my fucking phone<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:19] Todd Etzel: fuck<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:19] claudia: in my room<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:30] Todd Etzel: anyone you can call locally there?<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:31] Todd Etzel: to come over?<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:43] Todd Etzel: jesus christ<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:46] Todd Etzel: he'soutside still<br />[24/08/2011 23:18:48] claudia: no one is online<br />[24/08/2011 23:20:20] Todd Etzel: he's still not going to take no for an answer<br />[24/08/2011 23:20:52] Todd Etzel: wow he's fucking delusional<br />[24/08/2011 23:20:53] Todd Etzel: lol<br />[24/08/2011 23:21:57] Todd Etzel: see men will ruin your life<br />[24/08/2011 23:21:58] Todd Etzel: haha<br />[24/08/2011 23:22:22] Todd Etzel: is he saying he's going to follow you where ever you go?<br />[24/08/2011 23:22:23] Todd Etzel: wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:22:48] claudia: yeah<br />[24/08/2011 23:23:01] Todd Etzel: yeah that's def illegal<br />[24/08/2011 23:23:13] Todd Etzel: dude tell him he's breaking the law right now<br />[24/08/2011 23:23:17] Todd Etzel: he's acting irrationally<br />[24/08/2011 23:23:23] Todd Etzel: you're afraid for your own safety<br />[24/08/2011 23:24:32] Todd Etzel: you DID TELL HIM THE ANSWER<br />[24/08/2011 23:24:35] Todd Etzel: FUCK<br />[24/08/2011 23:24:42] Todd Etzel: tell him that<br />[24/08/2011 23:24:46] Todd Etzel: be like I did tell you the answer<br />[24/08/2011 23:24:50] Todd Etzel: and he still won't go away<br />[24/08/2011 23:25:31] Todd Etzel: god<br />[24/08/2011 23:25:32] Todd Etzel: dude<br />[24/08/2011 23:25:33] Todd Etzel: like<br />[24/08/2011 23:25:42] Todd Etzel: you're going to need to turn the volume up<br />[24/08/2011 23:25:47] Todd Etzel: and I'm going to need to talk to him<br />[24/08/2011 23:25:52] claudia: okay<br />[24/08/2011 23:26:01] claudia: talk to him<br />[24/08/2011 23:28:27] Todd Etzel: make sure he goes away first<br />[24/08/2011 23:28:36] Todd Etzel: and find some way of locking your door<br />[24/08/2011 23:28:40] Todd Etzel: with Peter if possible<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:22] claudia: wassup<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:25] Todd Etzel: part of me thinks he should just arrested<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:26] claudia: is this still on?<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:29] Todd Etzel: yeah<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:32] claudia: i don't wanna..<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:34] Todd Etzel: heard the whole convo<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:37] claudia: then i have to testify and everything<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:40] Todd Etzel: yeah true<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:44] claudia: i don't want it to be a huge deal<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:45] claudia: i genuinely<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:47] claudia: don't<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:47] Todd Etzel: yeah<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:49] claudia: for both of us<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:50] Todd Etzel: good call<br />[24/08/2011 23:44:57] Todd Etzel: dude he is crazy<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:03] Todd Etzel: fucking certifiable<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:03] claudia: i forgot my contact lense stuff though... haha<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:07] claudia: gonna have to sleep with them in<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:07] Todd Etzel: what an immature brat<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:09] claudia: yeah<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:10] Todd Etzel: haha shit<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:13] Todd Etzel: I mean wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:22] Todd Etzel: you have sex, there is the change of getting someone pregnant<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:29] Todd Etzel: and he's calling you evil and shit? wtf?<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:32] claudia: he acts like i poked a hole in it or something wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:34] Todd Etzel: for wanting an abortion if it does happen?<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:37] Todd Etzel: yeah seriously<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:44] Todd Etzel: you play with fire, you get burned<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:54] claudia: it takes two to tango<br />[24/08/2011 23:45:56] Todd Etzel: if he didn't want something like this to happen<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:03] Todd Etzel: he should never have had sex<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:05] Todd Etzel: so he can fuck himself<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:15] claudia: yeah<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:20] Todd Etzel: fucking abstain<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:24] Todd Etzel: if you want to go on a moral high horse<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:27] claudia: pretzel<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:28] Todd Etzel: about your first child and shit<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:29] Todd Etzel: wtf<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:31] Todd Etzel: wassap<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:35] claudia: i'm gonna be bonusly traumatized now T__T<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:42] Todd Etzel: I'll be here for ya girl<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:46] Todd Etzel: just hang in there<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:46] claudia: :(<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:53] Todd Etzel: gonna be a tough next couple of days<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:55] Todd Etzel: but yeah<br />[24/08/2011 23:46:58] Todd Etzel: you'll get through this<br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-8384796762159919408?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-72313032942199229742011-07-27T00:55:00.001+01:002011-07-27T00:55:28.090+01:00Why did you leave me?<br />How did you just stop caring?<br />Were you really that person I cuddled with and held/held me?<br />You said it would get better, but why didn't you let it? Why didn't you let me? <br /><br /><br />I know it hasn't been that long, but it hurts. It hurts so much. I miss you so much. We had so much. And now you want to cut me off so much. <br /><br />You said you loved me. You did.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7231303294219922974?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-49834211806997412152011-07-27T00:05:00.001+01:002011-07-27T00:05:28.828+01:00I'm so, so, so lost. If I were a needle, I'd be in a haystack. If I were a grain of sand, I'd be in Long Beach. If I were a hair I'd grow on Goldilocks' head. If I were a piece of shit, I'd be in the largest sewer. If I were you, I wouldn't want to be me.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4983421180699741215?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-75146297710546525542011-07-14T19:01:00.003+01:002011-07-27T00:55:40.243+01:00<a href="http://www.hahalondon.blogspot.com/">WWW.HAHALONDON.BLOGSPOT.COM</a><br /><br />for a while. I'll still be here sometimes, but try there mostly. Please and thank you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7514629771054652554?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-40693759551327649292011-04-02T21:05:00.008+01:002011-04-23T18:17:46.209+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Sometimes I look at you in the morning and you stroke my hair and I stroke yours and I think about how I could love you if this went on long enough and how cute you look like this, sometimes I feel bad and I realize I'm not being kind to you, I'm complaining about you to my friends, I'm keeping you at a distance, sometimes you tell me you like it and I like that you like me at my worst but if this is all you think I am then you don't know me and I don't think that's how it should be and I feel my interest waning when I feel like you aren't completely devoted to me, I know what I really want is for you to love me, to love my soul, to love me more than anything else you ever have or will, for I know that when I love you I will love you so much it hurts, but I'm not willing to put myself out there so where does that leave us?<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4069375955132764929?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-64674750207083267382011-03-02T23:08:00.000Z2011-03-02T23:08:19.016Zthere are people out there who think I am awesome, I don't know why I spent so long seeing someone who didn't.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-6467475020708326738?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-28013206420144328212011-02-04T00:50:00.000Z2011-02-04T00:50:37.254ZI feel like a failure for all the times I've pledged to be happy and wasn't, for all the times I said I would stop doing something I knew was bad for me and I didn't, for all the times I remember how different it was supposed to be from this. I can't fix it. I can't fix myself. I can't fix my life.<br /><br />I want to write more, but I constantly <i>don't know what to write about</i>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-2801320642014432821?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-79608457310553303582011-01-25T21:16:00.001Z2011-01-25T21:16:53.197Zbeen more alone<br /><br />in my entire life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7960845731055330358?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-68192948232521621052010-12-30T21:34:00.000Z2010-12-30T21:34:43.304Z1. Merv who sent me a christmas card all the way from Singapore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!<br /><br />2. My father's super fobby email -&nbsp;Yee Sing baby papa wish you a very happy and interesting Christmas and New Year.<br /><br />3. My friend Jean whom I told I was depressed and has been hanging around (Whatsapp) being so nice to me cheering me up all day long.<br /><br />4. Phoenix who I went out with all day and moped and sulked because of my physical and emotional pain and when I apologized for being such a bore she said she was more worried about me than anything.<br /><br />5. Rachel, Sonia, and Sheryl, whom I THINK I WOULD TOTALLY SUPER DIE WITHOUT BECAUSE THEY ARE MY CORE FRIEND GROUP HERE AND MAKE ME SO HAPPY.<br /><br /><br />*not to kill myself<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-6819294823252162105?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-74897817576019012592010-12-21T13:26:00.000Z2010-12-21T13:26:19.864ZLook, I'm sorry you found the biggest asshole in London and its surrounding areas, but it's really time to get over it. So many people told you how you are so much more awesome than this, what more could you want? Idiot.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7489781757601901259?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-78864612011112275912010-12-13T03:14:00.000Z2010-12-13T03:14:34.648Z1. I want you to hit me as hard as you can.<br /><br />2. This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time.<br /><br />3. Only after disaster can we be resurrected.<br /><br />4. It's only after we've lost everything are we free to do anything.<br /><br />5. I felt like destroying something beautiful.<br /><br />6. On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.<br /><br />7. The things you own end up owning you.<br /><br />9. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need.<br /><br />10. You met me at a very strange time in my life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7886461201111227591?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-33940117534469417422010-12-09T23:44:00.000Z2010-12-09T23:44:58.757Z<div style="text-align: justify;">For the past month, I have been embroiled in a particularly upsetting liaison. I started dating this person, who would constantly push and pull away his affections for me. I would cry a lot. I drank alone in my room once. I would look for excuses go to my friend's house just because I didn't want to be alone. I would cry on the bus. I would cry walking up my street. I would cry on the tube. I would cry on the train. And I just couldn't stop. I was falling so hard for this boy, and he would push me away. He was the one who texted me out of the blue and said he could fall very hard for me (didn't). He was the one who said he could be happy with me (later said he couldn't). He was the one who said he would look up Malaysian recipes and cook something for me (didn't), switched it to pizza (didn't). He would complain I didn't seem to do anything/be passionate about anything (he works in a warehouse and only goes in whenever they call him.. which isn't very often..). He would consistently talk to his ex girlfriend(s?) on Facebook, and largely ignore me. He would call me boring, but not using the actual word.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I would say, please don't do this. I would say, I don't want us to be over. I was lonely. I missed my friends at home. I missed my family at home. I missed the food at home. I don't eat much anymore. I don't sleep properly anymore. I wake up in the middle of the night and can't sleep. I feel sick of the food I'm eating while eating it. I flounder in class. I don't know how to get resources to produce my projects. I didn't have a dissertation topic. I gave up a lot of free time for this guy, I thought we were going somewhere. I spent money that could have fed me for two days travelling one way to see him. I would die a bit inside after every time I was there he got sick of me after two hours. I would feel frustrated about how I had so few friends here (the one I have is GREAT, and I LOVE her, but I need just a bit more). I would feel frustrated about how I get so much flak for this guy for not being a crowd pleaser (I <i>don't get</i>&nbsp;British people. They think they are so funny but they are not. Their shows are boring) especially since I've still barely just gotten here. I was upset about how he wasn't even going to see me to dump me, just do it on the internet. I was so insecure. I was upset about how I've been here so long, and I still haven't gotten my shit together, with school, planning my future, sorting myself out (dentist, National Health Service, National Insurance Number etc.).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I kept thinking about how the deal with my dad was that I can be lonely/homesick/sad for two months, but after that I am supposed to have fun. I was so upset that I was still upset and not making the two month deadline. I've just seen the aforementioned guy again, half a week after he was supposed to come to London to see me but blew me off (actually did come to London but refused to see me), a week and a half after I'd seen him last, a month since we first started seeing each other. He said he didn't want to see me anymore, but shortly after said something quite contradictory and very sweet, but by then I'd already made my peace. I've known for some time that I can swallow an inordinate amount of pain, I just need time. I knew I could get over this, but I didn't want to have to. I still don't. But I know I can. I don't know where it goes from here, because I know if he wants me I won't be able to turn him down, but the last time I saw him I got the closure I needed. I've switched my major project to something I wanted to handle largely alone but couldn't figure out a full storyline for, to something I have the script for and have some people help me produce and shoot. I've figured out a rough topic for my dissertation.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wouldn't say I'm happy, but for the first time in quite some months (cause just before I left I had a lot of stress with finishing college and applying to university and getting my visa too), I am at ease. :)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-3394011753446941742?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-42463755031670171532010-11-24T00:12:00.000Z2010-11-24T00:12:00.567Z<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm convinced that if I try hard enough, I can flip the switch. I can turn everything off. I have gone through so much more disappointment, burnt bridges with people who were so much more important, wasted so much more money, had so many people hate me, cried so much more than this, hurt so much more than this.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">When I stop feeling, I will win everything.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4246375503167017153?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-28080510705857958332010-11-13T23:23:00.001Z2010-11-13T23:26:37.519Z<div style="text-align: justify;">In my self-pity laden stupor, I might be forgetting how much Malaysia really sucks. I forget how my car literally burns when I get into it, my hands unable to even hold the steering wheel properly. I forget the lecherous men who leer at me and look down my shirt. I forget how I'm the largest girl in every room. I forget how I had to pay so many cop bribes. I forget how the security guard in my area is a stupid perv. I want to go home so bad, but home isn't Malaysia, home is where my brother and father are. Do you guys know how much I miss you? Never. I was telling myself I wanted to write a book and make lots of money and go home for Easter. But do I really want to go to Malaysia?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I constantly ask myself why I am not in the US right now. It's a bit unfair, as I'm sure if I were in London with a boyfriend and living with their family who took care of all my needs I would be in love with it too. But good god, Colorado Springs I miss you so bad. My father told me this would be the time of my life, but, I think that part's already over.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-2808051070585795833?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-39855016491615446042010-11-13T19:49:00.001Z2010-11-13T19:49:59.638ZI think I am going to kill myself.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-3985501649161544604?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-2984859512227709812010-11-09T20:04:00.000Z2010-11-09T20:04:09.557Z<div style="text-align: justify;">I've had FOUR guys tell me they want to cook for me. Of course no one has, but it's gotten me thinking - apparently "I'd love to cook something for you" is the new, <i>in</i>, pick-up line. Watch and learn...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-298485951222770981?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-88966477174923644732010-11-07T14:20:00.002Z2010-11-07T16:10:47.227Z<div style="text-align: justify;">Father, why did you send me here? I have no friends, I get canceled on, I have no place to hang out, the boys are not my soulmates, I speak funny, I budget everything to the T, I get complacent about my weight, and worst of all - I suck at school here. Why did you send me here? Why couldn't I have had the money to travel? Like a nomad. Like I always wanted. Like I should.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-8896647717492364473?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-20823601619640896632010-11-07T13:27:00.001Z2010-11-07T16:12:25.598Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TNao7KG-0CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fBy2L-EqOrA/s1600/0525medium.533.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TNao7KG-0CI/AAAAAAAAAUw/fBy2L-EqOrA/s1600/0525medium.533.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br />I'm still fixating on the same wrong things. Though my muffin top may be a little bit smaller.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-2082360161964089663?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-29650198841136250942010-11-07T12:30:00.002Z2010-11-07T12:30:53.273Z炸到。<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-2965019884113625094?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-91611448174735653602010-11-04T15:33:00.002Z2010-11-04T15:33:50.572ZMy life will not end if I get an ordinary degree.<br />My life will not end if I get an ordinary degree.<br />My life will not end if I get an ordinary degree.<br />My life will not end if I get an ordinary degree.<br />My life will not end if I get an ordinary degree.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-9161144817473565360?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-41960787966166520602010-11-01T22:37:00.000Z2010-11-01T22:37:05.289Z<div style="text-align: justify;">I did it. I changed my blog timestamp to London time. I live in London. I still can't believe I'm in London, I don't think lame people like me deserve to be in cool places like this. Though notably there are loads of people lamer than me, here and elsewhere. On a side note, I made 28 pounds today fuck yessssssssssssssssssssss. If you convert it that's RM 138! For a little over 4 hours of work. :D I made it in a Chinese takeaway, which is awfully cliched and fobby of me, but heck, I don't have to get taxed on that and it doesn't eat up my legit 20 work hours a week (not that I'm using those anyway..).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">That covers the 29.99 pound luggage bags I need to get - this is an awesome price because it's a set of not one but <i>two</i>; not two but <i>four-wheel</i> bags. I almost shelled out 60 pounds for ONE four-wheel bag but didn't because I didn't have the money at the time! I was seriously considering going back and getting it! My other options were one normal two-wheel bag for 20-30 pounds, fortunately I am a stingy fuck and spent ages dawdling and comparing until I had the clarity of mind to check Argos. &lt;3 Argos &lt;3.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday I made 27 pounds, which covers the Dr. Martens I got on eBay!!!!!! Finally! I've been wanting a pair for so long, with pressing urgency because right now I'm wearing these silly fake Uggs which have no water-resistance at all. I actually won this bid while working haha. Making money makes me SO much happier, this is probably the happiest I've been my entire time here (discounting that time I met a guy I thought would be my boyfriend but isn't going to be wtf - this happens to me all over the world wtf).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was also very bored earlier today so I signed up to this extras casting website and submitted my stats to one job in particular, some sort of 7 day shoot in Wales or something. A while later someone called me and asked if I was free mid-December. I gave a stupid half-surprised answer asking whether it was during Christmas break and I should be free, then she said she'd call me back. Then she asked me if I was only with that website and I said yeah then she gave me this other place I should sign up at. She said with my look I should do quite well I NO BLUFF LEH SHE SAY WAN. Fingers crossed, otherwise I'll always have my Chinese takeaway..</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Classes are still shitfuck, there's a tube strike starting Tuesday evening for 24 hours, I think I'm going to come back immediately after class on Tuesday and skip Wednesday. My biggest fear in life at the moment is not getting a first class honours degree... I do think I'm going to cry if I don't get one. God forbid I get second upper, but I'm really floundering here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Trying to focus on how in the long run it does not matter and I want to be a writer anyway and even if I did want to work in the film industry no one would care whether I got a first class honours or an <i>ordinary degree</i> (the horror).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">PS: November???? *@$#!@(%&amp;$???</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4196078796616652060?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-35182159575113537842010-11-01T15:40:00.000Z2010-11-01T15:40:45.270ZThis time, instead of going to work, I went on a date. Which I totally regret because I could have made 24-30 pounds, instead of going on a date with a guy who then didn't want to see me anymore because he didn't feel a spark. I LET YOU HOLD MY HAND YOU STUPID DOOF! CAN I HELP IT IF I'M NOT SPARKY THE DOG!<br /><br />No I did not kiss him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-3518215957511353784?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-88958014775547539812010-11-01T15:38:00.002Z2010-11-01T15:38:50.395ZOne of these days, I'm going to steal a fortune cookie from that Chinese takeaway, smash it to crumbs and read the fortune. I don't actually want to eat the fortune cookie, I think they are vile.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-8895801477554753981?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-83936498572370782352010-11-01T15:37:00.000Z2010-11-01T15:37:39.661Z<div style="text-align: justify;">I read this book called "Moviemakers' Master Class", which is actually codeword for 'collection of interviews with famous directors' and the summary of it is THESE DIRECTORS ARE ALWAYS BANGING ON ABOUT HOW DISORGANIZED THEY ARE. Some say they never went to film school, some refuse to teach film school, some don't rehearse too many times, some refuse to storyboard, some don't imagine camera angles before showing up on set. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went to school one day and I said I wanted to do a stop motion short film, and&nbsp; they were like why? Why stop motion? Why does this story have to be stop motion and not something else? And I'm supposed to explain an entire theme that relates back to why I chose this medium.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wanted to finish this book and quickly return it because I have 9 other books to read and I'm moving next week so hopefully I can reduce my baggage, but on second thought I might hold on to this one a bit longer to figure out how to make my disorganization sound like the coolest, kitschiest thing that everyone should emulate.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-8393649857237078235?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-90053131508210927462010-10-31T11:18:00.001Z2010-11-01T15:42:54.422Z<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TM1QHJuKhXI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uTNgTIJkRMA/s320/wimbledon.gif" width="320" />&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">(if you click the picture it might move like it's supposed to, it's very stupid and annoying that way)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-9005313150821092746?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-1981939557762585572010-10-27T23:48:00.000+01:002010-10-27T23:48:06.007+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Ahh I was supposed to go on a date with this super cute guy today but then this girl said I was to work for a couple of days which I had agreed to earlier but forgot but she had to confirm with the boss there so I canceled/rescheduled this date I really wanted to go on but then the boss turned out to be too miserly too hire me but then the cute guy wasn't free anymore T__________T I have no dates now so sad I want to cry wtf.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-198193955776258557?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-28748301669562401762010-10-26T11:46:00.001+01:002010-10-26T11:46:54.922+01:00A METHODOLOGY AND HOW DO I DO IT OH GOD PLS HELP ME I NEED TO GO BACK TO KANSAS.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-2874830166956240176?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-48900983348220297142010-10-23T12:43:00.002+01:002010-10-23T13:01:15.773+01:00<i></i><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Bold the ones that are true for you.<i><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am a morning person.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am a perfectionist.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am an only child.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am Catholic.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b> I am currently in my PJs.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am currently pregnant.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am currently suffering from a broken heart.</i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</b><br /><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am left handed.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am married.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am addicted to MySpace.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b> I’m shy around the opposite sex.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I bite my nails.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp; I currently regret something I have done.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; When I get mad I curse.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I don’t like anyone.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I enjoy country music.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I enjoy jazz music.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have a car.</i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</b><br /><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have a cell phone.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have a pet.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp; I have at least one brother or sister.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have been to another country.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have been told that I’m smart.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have had a broken bone.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have changed a lot over the past year.</i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</b><br /><b>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have had surgery.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have killed another person.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have had my hair cut within the last week.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have had the cops called on me.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp; I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn’t.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have kissed someone of the same gender.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </i><b>I have mood swings.</b><i><br />&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; I have rejected someone before.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have seen the Lord of the Rings trilogy.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I have watched Sex and the City.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I like Shakespeare.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I love to cook.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I love Michael Jackson.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp; I love sleeping.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I love to shop.<br />&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; I miss someone right now.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I own over 100 CDs.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </i><b>I own over 100 DVDs.</b><i> </i>(in soft copy..)<br /><i> &nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp; I own and use a library card.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I practice a religion that is not considered mainstream.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;</i><b> I read books for pleasure in my spare time.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I sleep a lot during the day.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I strongly dislike math.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I think Britney Spears is pretty.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I will try ALMOST anything once.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I work at a job that I enjoy.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I would classify myself as ghetto.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I can name all seven dwarfs from Snow White.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am currently wearing socks.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am tired.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I am currently waiting for someone.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I lost contact with someone.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I hate Miley Cyrus.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I think Party In The USA is catchy.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I’d date Harry Potter.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I can name all the past presidents of the United States.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </i><b>I know who was president before George Bush.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I love pickles.<br />&nbsp;</i><b>&nbsp;&nbsp; I need the internet to live.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I prefer vanilla over chocolate.</b><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I watched Star Trek.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I watched all six movies of Star Wars.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I own an Xbox.<br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I think music is life.<br /><br /><br /></i>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Music (Bold the ones you like)<i><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Acceptance. Coldplay. Dave Matthews Band. David Bowie. Foo Fighters.Hellogoodbye. </i><b>The Killers. James Blunt</b><i>. Teddy Geiger. Linkin Park. Muse. Ok Go. Panic At The Disco. Peter Bjorn. The Postal Service. </i><b>Timbaland</b><i>. Jack Johnson. Norah Jones. Drake. The Fray. The Wreckers. Michael Buble. Beyoncé. Metallica. Massive Attack. Queen. Journey.The Cars. Supertramp. Eurythmics. Sublime.The Red Hot Chili Peppers. Wu-tang Clan. Fergie. Sarah McLachlan. Band of Horses. John Mayer. Jason Mraz. Justin Timberlake. Michael Jackson. Kenny Chesney. Carrie Underwood. Lynyrd Skynyrd. Neil Young. </i><b>The Beatles</b><i>. Brad Paisley. Tim McGraw. Taylor Swift. P. Diddy. Jay Z. Lil’ Wayne. Lil’ Jon. Three 6 Mafia. Nelly. Young Joc. T.I. Sean Paul. 50 Cent. </i><b>Eminem</b><i>. Eiffel 65. Ace of Base. The Underdog Project. Dream Theater. Santana. Alicia Keys. Incubus. Victor Wooten. Ludacris. Gorillaz. Matchbox 20. Paramore. Say Anything. Taking Back Sunday. Eric Clapton. The Darkness. Weezer. </i><b>Snow Patrol.</b><i> Eagles. Jimi Hendrix. Maroon 5. Billy Joel. Reel Big Fish. Anberlin. Mae. Family Force 5. AC/DC. Hootie and the Blowfish. Electric Six. Outkast. R.E.M. The White Stripes. Prince. Mika. Crystal Castles. Britney Spears. Spice Girls. The Gossip. Lady GaGa. Nirvana. Smashing Pumpkins. Third Eye Blind. Metro Station. All Time Low. Motion City Soundtrack. The Rocket Summer. Tenacious D. Something Corporate. The Moldy Peaches. Macy Gray. Mandy Moore. Plain White T’s. Yeah Yeah Yeahs. My Chemical Romance. </i><b>Fall Out Boy</b><i>. We the Kings. The Rolling Stones. Angels &amp; Airwaves. The Beastie Boys. Black Eyed Peas. Boys Like Girls. Jonas Brothers. Demi Lovato. Selena Gomez. The Cure. Cobra Starship. </i><b>Death Cab for Cutie</b><i>. Deftones. Team Sleep. Filter. Goo Goo Dolls. Honor Society. Katy Perry. Kid Cudi. MCFLY<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </i>Movies (Bold the ones you’ve seen)<i><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </i><b>Pride and Prejudice</b><i>. Glory Road. The Princess Bride. Goonies. Center Stage. Ocean’s Eleven. </i><b>Seven</b><i>. Newsies. </i><b>300</b><i>. Robin Hood Men In Tights. </i><b>Love Actually</b><i>. Garden State. </i><b>Donnie Darko</b><i>. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. </i><b>My Best Friend’s Wedding</b><i>. Anchorman. Drop Dead Gorgeous. Wedding Crashers. </i><b>Elf</b><i>. Zoolander. Austin Powers. </i><b>Clueless</b><i>. </i><b>Mean Girls</b><i>. Hairspray. Moulin Rouge. </i><b>Fight Club. Rocky</b><i>. Pulp Fiction. </i><b>What A Girl Wants</b><i>. Kill Bill. </i><b>Thank You For Smoking. Little Miss Sunshine. Requiem for a Dream. The Departed</b><i>. Dawn of the Dead. </i><b>Memento. The Lovely Bones</b><i>. 17 Again. </i><b>8 Mile. Office Space</b><i>. Snakes on a Plane. Boondock Saints. Say Anything. </i><b>The Silence of the Lambs. Saving Private Ryan. Superbad</b><i>. The Prestige. Just Friends. </i><b>The Devil Wears Prada</b><i>. Saw. Ace Ventura. Under the Tuscan Sun. </i><b>Titanic</b><i>. Steel Magnolias. She’s the Man. </i><b>Because I Said So</b><i>. Catch and Release. </i><b>Music and Lyrics. Spanglish. </b><i>Stick It.</i><b> Step Up. The Fast and the Furious</b><i>. Joyride. Halloween. </i><b>The Italian Job. Crash.</b><i> Must Love Dogs. </i><b>The Last Kiss.</b><i> Chicago. </i><b>Harry Potter. Rush Hour.</b><i> Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Clerks. Shooter. The Bourne Identity. </i><b>Meet the Parents</b><i>. Dirty Dancing. A Christmas Story. Rudy. M</i><b>iss Congeniality</b><i>. National Treasure. Sleepless in Seattle. The Science of Sleep. The Matrix. </i><b>Good Will Hunting</b><i>. Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure. Empire Records. Phantom of the Opera. Lord of the Rings. </i><b>Click</b><i>. Scarface.</i><b> District 9. The Notebook</b><i>.<br /><br /><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;</i>&nbsp; Tv Series (Bold the ones that you’ve watched more than a couple of times)<br /><i><br />&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; ER. Grey’s Anatomy. Saved by the Bell. Man vs. Wild. Scrubs. South Park. America’s Next Top Model. Gossip Girl. Sex and the City. </i><b>Friends</b><i>. Dawson’s Creek. </i><b>The Big Bang Theory.</b><i> Seinfeld. The Office. </i><b>Lost</b><i>. Miami Ink. Made. Arrested Development. That 70’s Show. Family Guy. The Simpsons. Veronica Mars. </i><b>Project Runway</b><i>. Bones. </i><b>Iron Chef</b><i>. Alias. </i><b>Pushing Dasies</b><i>. </i><b>Gilmore Girls</b><i>. The Colbert Report. The Daily Show. </i><b>Mythbusters</b><i>. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Will and Grace. 24. House. To Catch A Predator. Whistler. </i><b>Heroes</b><i>. Aqua Teen Hunger Force. Unsolved Mysteries. 7th Heaven. </i><b>Everybody Loves Raymond</b><i>. Boston Legal. Bleach. What I Like About You.</i><b> Reba. King of Queens. Survivor</b><i>. The O.C. </i><b>American Idol.</b><i> Days of Our Lives. How I Met Your Mother. </i><b>CSI</b><i>. Boy Meets World. Law and Order. Numbers. Reno 911. I Love New York. Step by Step. Little People Big World. What Not To Wear. </i><b>My Wife and Kids.</b><i> Moonlight. Supernatural. Ace of Cakes. White Collar. Nip/Tuck. </i><b>The Biggest Loser</b><i>. Beauty and the Geek. Battlestar Galactica. Stargate SG1. The Inferno. Scarred. Wild N Out. Real World. Trinity Blood. Dead Like Me. Whose Line is it Anyway?. Dragon Ball Z. Futurama. Firefly. Medium. Star Trek. X-files. Cowboy BeBop. Sailor Moon. My Name is Earl. Six Feet Under. Dancing With The Stars. Degrassi. Greek. Glee. Secret Life of the American Teenager. The Hills. Laguna Beach. Vampire Diaries.</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4890098334822029714?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-18190603623127857192010-10-23T12:25:00.000+01:002010-10-23T12:25:57.905+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Quite recently, someone said to me that I couldn't just run away from my demons. I refused to believe it, but barely a few days later I realized he was right. I moved 10,000 km away but I'm still in the same place.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Classes have also been quite difficult for me, I don't know the resources here, I don't know how to get actors, I don't know shit. Classes were so easy for me in Malaysia.. I just blundered through everything and turned out okay. Also since I'm only taking two subjects -AND- the schedule for my elective subject clashes with my core subject, I don't go to class for the elective so I have no friends. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><div style="text-align: justify;">--</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />My personal grievances aside, living with the Chinese family I'm with now is pretty awesome. They cook all the time, and two of them work in Chinese restaurants and bring food back. I've had duck rice, spring rolls, sweet and sour pork a number of times, prawn mee (!), pork bao, lotus paste bao, curry chicken - IT IS TEH WIN! Despite the awesomeness of a constant stream of Chinese food, god I miss Japanese food.. I'm also a bit disgruntled they seem to think I am pampered and cannot do anything. Yes I am not interested in cooking, yes I hate cleaning, yes I use eyeliner and foundation quite regularly, but I grew up without a mother, I am well versed at scaling fish, I painted the interior of our old house, and I WAS A FUCKING PRODUCTION ASSISTANT WHICH IS A WHOLE LOT TOUGHER THAN YOUR TELEPHONE ORDER-TAKING JOB AT A CHINESE RESTAURANT. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">+ although they can be judgmental and ignorant, I'm most amazed by people I barely know who take me in and feed me and put a roof over my head. It feels like Colorado Springs all over again.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">+ my weight loss plan isn't working very well, but it's okay because I'm moving next month to rent a room all alone. Hello breakfast cereal everyday! I'm glad to be nearer to my school, but I am going to miss Chinese food and Sutton High St. so much. I hope to post pictures at some point, but until now I haven't taken any of myself in London actually.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-1819060362312785719?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-71476803066059363222010-10-14T21:48:00.000+01:002010-10-14T21:48:55.821+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Today I bought a thick milkshake at the supermarket. It sounds very cheap at 55p, but it's actually very expensive. It is very cheap if you compare that to the 100 ml bottle of water at 60p, but it's actually still expensive. This guy told me when he went to X from Y he was always converting and beating himself up about it, but his uncle would scold him and tell him to stop converting. If my father knew he would probably tell me the same thing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also today, I went to Barclays at Sutton High Street to get a bank account. This [I think Indian] guy wouldn't let me get one, despite my student letter/passport, and insisted I either have a previous bank's statement (refused passbook) + National Insurance Number (I'm ok with getting this if he wants me to) and PART-TIME EMPLOYMENT.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">R U FLIPPIN' RETARDED?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">IMMIGRATION WOULD BE *HAPPIER* IF I WEREN'T EMPLOYED, WHICH I UNDERSTAND BECAUSE MY PRIMARY INTENT IS ACTUALLY TO STUDY AND NOT TO MAKE A BUNDLE AT SEND IT HOME TO CHING CHONG CHINA.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I still very politely asked him what I would need to bring, a letter of employment of some sort..? and he said no, I just need to go there and tell them I am employed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">And I said you mean just come here and tell you I'm employed..?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Even if I'm not employed..?</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Yes, in good faith etc etc we believe you won't come here to lie etc etc etc.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />I was earlier told by the people in the house I live in that if they brought me to open the bank account I wouldn't have to pay any monthly fees, but if I were to go myself I might, so I was to tell them if I couldn't get a bank account. So then one of the girls shows up and goes back to the bank with me. We go to the teller and she says we need to check with the manager - who is actually the guy I talked to in the first place. The girl thinks he doesn't understand I am a student... but he does.. I'm not a fucking idiot. She's lived in London for a whole year but I speak English better so take that.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyways she then takes me to this other Barclays branch and it TAKES A LONG TIME, but I now have a savings account + current account, thanks to this most fantastic personal banker there, not like that earlier Indian retard.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Why am I being so racist?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've been highly unimpressed by Indian people since arriving here, they're really not differing much from their Malaysian image. I was in a phone shop the day after arriving here buying a sim card, and the Indian guy just stared and grinned vacantly while handling the transaction. Familiar much? So familiar. He then put my sim card in WRONG, even though there is a clear outline on what the shape should be (Nokia X6) (I wanted to put it in myself, but my hands were right there and he wouldn't pass me back the phone), then said I had to get my phone unlocked cause it said offline on the screen and told me to go to the shop down the road to get it unlocked for 5 pounds. So fucking stupid so I just opened it again and put it in properly and showed him.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Take that, stupid dumbass.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also wrote a Craigslist post and specified that I was only attracted to white and East Asians, but thought it too banal to specify that East Asians were limited to Chinese/Japanese/Korean. I got a bunch of Indian replies, one telling me he had a 'bubble butt lol' and to 'reply if interested'.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Mahai.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7147680306605936322?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-90984138633733314742010-10-10T23:57:00.000+01:002010-10-10T23:57:22.108+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I am the laziest fucking mofo because I was all amped up about going to university to check out an elective on Monday, and another elective on Wednesday, but now I'm chickening out and skipping out on Monday and just going with the Wednesday one. This girl came back and started talking to me about how long it was going to take and how traffic was going to suck and how expensive it was going to be traveling during peak hour... aaah I just couldn't take it. I can save 10 pounds though, which can buy me half a winter jacket or almost one whole cardigan. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">To put in perspective, that would have been 50 RINGGIT. FUCKING 50 RINGGIT A DAY TO TRAVEL. I don't know why I'm not whoring myself out for money yet. Oh wait it's because I think I'm fat and no one would hit that. Tried to get a prepaid credit card today, but their system was fucking up and I waited extremely long while this young &amp; cute but arrogant guy tried and failed to sort it out. But it was okay, I was feeling a bit of buyer's remorse already, watching him hold 220 of my pounds.. OVER ONE THOUSAND FUCKING RINGGIT.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So don't say I'm not trying to lose weight, my solution would have been the diet pills bought with my prepaid credit card. How now brown cow fuck my life. I don't know what to do tomorrow, it's probably time to get started on some writing. Can't really complain I'm in a boring uninspiring place anymore, y'know.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-9098413863373331474?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-45241748915099360122010-10-10T00:50:00.001+01:002010-10-10T00:50:52.889+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">(and also so I don't forget)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I landed in London on Thursday evening, local time about 1553. I spent quite long at immigration while they looked at my stuff, but there wasn't any serious doubt exhibited about my real intention on coming here. They also never looked at my X-ray and urine test I so painstakingly went to get.. By the time I'd gotten through immigration, the baggage carousel had already stopped running, with the stray baggage like mine placed aside. The handle I'd broken myself while checking in in KL, but in transit the 'feet' at the bottom had broken off too so it couldn't stand properly by itself. This was painfully annoying because I had to take two buses and hoist the bag like half a foot up on the bus and drag it in while it tipped all over the place. I also had to go over quite some cobbled streets, so it would frequently tip over too. Guh, so annoying.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Friday another girl staying at my dad's friend's place took me by bus to the tube station, where I took the Northern Line about 40 minutes, then switched to the Piccadilly line for 30-40 minutes, then took a bus to my campus. I got my student ID and just made sure I was enrolled and all, then went to the other campus under the same uni for the freshers fair there. Met up with a Portuguese girl doing the same major. I bought an Ace card, for some discount things cause I'm <i>kiasu</i> like that and it was half the usual price there. Also got this fantastic little dongle with an elastic string I can attach to my Oyster card, so I can attach the dongle to my bag or whatever and pull the card out and it retracts after I tap it. Sounds great but I don't know where I put my dongle. Saw a bunch of cuteeeeeeeeee guys at the sports tables, but I'm not interested in sport so I didn't go over boothoo. Oh and there are A LOT of cute guys EVERYWHERE /squeals. Then I met these girls from a Christian college nearby who were somehow affiliated with my university and they were organizing tea to meet international students and whatnot, so I went (free food). I'd already missed the free pizza at the fair, wasn't going to miss free tea.. It was great cause the brownies and scones were SO good, so then I didn't have to spend any money on lunch either. Met a few Malaysian girls too, like half the people at my table were Malaysian. One girl's core module was the elective I wanted to take and she's in 3rd year too, so we should see more of each other. She spent two years in New York, one year of which in NYFA.. so jealous. After that I met up with a guy I know on the internet (hurhur) and we walked around the Big Ben/London Eye/Trafalgar Square/Chinatown area. Also walked through some museum/art gallery thing, but didn't spend long cause we saw it at 8 and it closed at 9. Thought I was quite lucky since on normal days it closed at 5, but 9 on Friday. Somewhat ruined by my dumb shoes constantly pinching my feet, I suspect my nail polish is messed up because of it too. Have changed to my China ripoff boots.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The funny thing about London is people are dressed so differently. Like you'll see some people on the train, and one person will be all bundled up in a full length puffy coat with a fur collar and boots, then there'll be a girl in a tank top and cardigan and jeans and slippers. Wtf I dress like that in KL okay.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Saturday (today) I woke up lazily, only left the house past 12. Looked at some luggage bags (absolutely must scour Sutton High Street more cause it's pretty awesome, with Asda and Debenhams and Primark and everything) then took off to Ikea. The stupid tube didn't go all the way to where I had to take it to, so the last few stations had to be by the rail replacement bus. This took fucking forever and I only got to Ikea at 4. Looked at some stuff, bought a wardrobe organizer, had Ikea meatballs - which are actually worse than the ones in KL. I thought they should have been better cause the sign said meatballs contain beef and pork and it's in a European country and Ikea is European after all, but they weren't. The guy I was hanging out with said meat in England generally tastes a bit funny, said the Big Macs in Australia were better than the ones here too. I can't judge because that was the first meal I ate outside. My dad's friend is totally awesome, she tells me to bring buns and make sandwiches and whatnot out with me, so I don't have to buy food. I did bring a bun out on Thursday, but tea was so awesome I never ate it, and it got all squashed in my bag. Probably do the sandwich thing on Monday. After that I walked around Shoreditch and had coffee. Skipped out on showering today cause it's so cold I got sick of it.. don't tell my brother. I'm being less lame here, staying out past 10 (I realize it's not that late, baby steps... I also suck at taking the bus so I need to get back before the tube stops running) and meeting people and stuff. So far I know a Brazilian guy, a Portuguese girl, three Malaysian girls, a Canadian guy, a Japanese girl, a British guy, a Danish girl, a couple of British girls etc. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I should post pictures but ehh I'm so lazy and not one of my pictures have me in them, as you know already I'm not a very good blogger.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Also on the tube today I saw a DRAG QUEEN DRESSED AS MARILYN MONROE! Yesterday I saw an enormous black guy whom I thought was wearing some sort of patterned gloves, but it was actually some disgusting flaky skin several shades darker than his regular skin tone. So disgusting.. Positive thoughts: A lot of cute guys on the tube!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4524174891509936012?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-37970533064195729112010-10-05T12:31:00.000+01:002010-10-05T12:31:49.632+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">HELLO EVERYBUDDY I COLLECTED MY VISA TODAY AND BOUGHT MYSELF A BANK DRAFT TODAY AND CONVERTED MONEY TODAY AND BOOKED MY PLANE TICKET TODAY I AM LEAVING ON THURSDAY 10 AM. WHY IS EVERYTHING ALL HAPPENING SO FAST. TOMORROW I AM EATING OUTSIDE SO ACTUALLY TONIGHT IS MY LAST MEAL AT HOOOOOMEEEE. AND I HAVE NO PLACE TO STAY SO I THINK I AM GOING TO DIE (SUTTON ALSO NOT 100% CONFIRMED)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-3797053306419572911?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-22813879002632145242010-10-04T06:16:00.004+01:002011-04-17T23:51:11.866+01:00I'm looking at all the stuff I'm bringing, and I'm quite fascinated by how they all came in such different ways but now are being thrown in a luggage bag together.<br /><br />Like my deck of Monopoly Deal, I don't know why I'm bringing this but it kept my siblings and I much entertained in Bangkok, so here goes nothing. Quite the traveler this one.<br /><br />Like a Santa hat someone gave to me for a Secret Santa thing in Christmas '07. It was the hat and a thumb drive, I suppose the thumb drive alone wasn't festive enough haha.<br /><br />Like Aeropostale tank tops I got for like RM 1 each during that epic sale in Summit Subang when they were selling clothes by weight. Good undershirts. <br /><br />Like disposable underwear my aunt once gave me but I never used. Did you ever think I would bring you to London, underwear?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-2281387900263214524?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-79694054600098821832010-10-03T16:27:00.001+01:002010-10-04T05:43:02.200+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>One day I took my sisters to the mall (ok a cluster of malls). (Because they would not stop insisting on going to Sg Wang)<br /><br /><br />Che camwhored, <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieZPv61dI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZHftPbRMlfQ/s1600/DSCF5918.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieZPv61dI/AAAAAAAAATk/ZHftPbRMlfQ/s320/DSCF5918.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />I drove, <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieoHOPkbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hTrjALWD4Uc/s1600/DSCF5997_out.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieoHOPkbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hTrjALWD4Uc/s1600/DSCF5997_out.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieaDT0W5I/AAAAAAAAATo/oZcmSqDTujQ/s1600/DSCF5921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieaDT0W5I/AAAAAAAAATo/oZcmSqDTujQ/s320/DSCF5921.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />We took silly pictures,&nbsp; <br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiebtMY0DI/AAAAAAAAATs/k3AuLg636pg/s1600/DSCF5923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiebtMY0DI/AAAAAAAAATs/k3AuLg636pg/s320/DSCF5923.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiec7MYeJI/AAAAAAAAATw/gKovykhE96M/s1600/DSCF5947_out.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiec7MYeJI/AAAAAAAAATw/gKovykhE96M/s320/DSCF5947_out.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />Played with sunglasses on display, <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieiZVLNwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kaonV-7SuN4/s1600/DSCF5971_out.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieiZVLNwI/AAAAAAAAAUA/kaonV-7SuN4/s320/DSCF5971_out.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiegme1gsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TjSzyg4QSdI/s1600/DSCF5970.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiegme1gsI/AAAAAAAAAT8/TjSzyg4QSdI/s320/DSCF5970.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />All bought the same hairband in the same colour, <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiefFRhO3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/eKBsQLqxPhk/s1600/DSCF5965_out.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKiefFRhO3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/eKBsQLqxPhk/s320/DSCF5965_out.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKied-xEmjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/ngfqKdBaCAs/s1600/DSCF5958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /></a></div>&nbsp;And the same shoes, in different colours, <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieoHOPkbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hTrjALWD4Uc/s1600/DSCF5997_out.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKieoHOPkbI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/hTrjALWD4Uc/s320/DSCF5997_out.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />And a lot of other stuff, <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKienKK0DlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IrpQPenoSzU/s1600/DSCF5992.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKienKK0DlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/IrpQPenoSzU/s320/DSCF5992.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br />And had CHEWY JUNIOR!!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKielMXcpmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iGtFiL01VWA/s1600/DSCF5975.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKielMXcpmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/iGtFiL01VWA/s320/DSCF5975.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />Singapore's best export yet.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7969405460009882183?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-3740844556047065972010-10-02T09:05:00.000+01:002010-10-02T09:05:36.402+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">1. I had my wisdom tooth extracted. I had another one extracted a couple of months ago, and while the first few days were quite mind-numbingly painful, after that it wasn't painful anymore, just inconvenient because I could hardly open my mouth and by the 8th day all ok already - swelling down and everything. But this one threw me a total curveball. Didn't hurt much immediately after, much less swollen, didn't hurt much the next few days, just a dull ache. But this dull ache was very persistent, secretly getting worse, and I even developed a slight fever and was lethargic all day. Despite my earlier dose of some extra strong painkillers, I was resorting to taking paracetamol so I could sleep at night! cibai! By the 7th day it had actually so painful I was tearing up and all.. and all the stitches were still there. I forgot to mention how disgusting it smells when the stitches rot in your mouth, imagine your gums rotting. So on the 8th day I gave up and took antibiotics. The first time I had a tooth taken out I took them from the beginning, but for this one for some reason the dentist told me to try not to take them. Aih. Wasted my last two weeks in KL feeling like motherfucking shit. It wasn't till the 10th day all my stitches fell out. Now all these sucky things are ending - I get my period. Will the pain ever end?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. Until now I still have not found a place to stay, this isn't helped much by my university's location being so far up north. I have a backup place in Sutton to crash at for a few days while I search, which is of course much better than nothing, but still grossly inconvenient cause it's very far away. Ya ya sure London has superb public transport, but is it superb enough to live like THIS -</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKbfwJ4Xc5I/AAAAAAAAATc/cA0EMHiVJB0/s1600/map.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKbfwJ4Xc5I/AAAAAAAAATc/cA0EMHiVJB0/s320/map.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A is university, B is Sutton. Google Maps says 28+ miles, at this rate I might as well live in the park near the campus. Another view -</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKbf2BwwcgI/AAAAAAAAATg/a7W6gV0SWaQ/s1600/map2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="158" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TKbf2BwwcgI/AAAAAAAAATg/a7W6gV0SWaQ/s320/map2.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've never wished for a boyfriend more in my entire life cause so many rooms are like "95/week single, 110/week very large double room. Couples ok." aiya I don't know how to find a live-in boyfriend on such short basis.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I thought I'd found this nice room in Islington (a nice trendy area halfway between my campus and city centre) but I think it might be a scam cause he asked for Western Union deposit. F U!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. I don't know why I still get disappointed with people. I'm so disappointed in this person I can't talk about it but I can talk about another one that further reminds me I don't know why I still get disappointed. This speakable person told me he was seeing someone else, then told me he made it up to get my attention, then told me he made up making it up to see how I felt. This one is okay because I just feel mindfucked and think he is awfully stupid, but the other one I can't talk about.. ahh. I die a little bit inside every time. I love Snow Patrol so much but I can't listen to them because I don't want the aid in being emo.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. I still have not gotten my student visa.... Dude, I got a 3.58 GPA, an A in O-level English, I have an old American tourist visa in my passport, I paid my university fees in full, I put 10,000 more in the bank account than I had to to prove for my living expenses -- Where is your doubt coming from? Just approve it on the spot already motherfuckers!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. My check-in bag is grossly overweight, and this is with just two books inside, clothes, toiletries, NONE of my electrical appliances (no I'm not bringing hairdryer anyway). By grossly overweight I mean 2.5 times the limit.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-374084455604706597?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-45094010163168353172010-09-22T10:48:00.004+01:002010-09-22T14:58:27.647+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TJnQjo92g1I/AAAAAAAAATU/jLeqpd2H1Uc/s1600/sunsun.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TJnQjo92g1I/AAAAAAAAATU/jLeqpd2H1Uc/s400/sunsun.png" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">For spending 182 bids to win an auction for 50 bids, real smooth. I swear I never win because fucktards like these completely lose their grip on reality and just want to win.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4509401016316835317?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-30800746338680568792010-09-18T17:13:00.004+01:002010-09-18T17:13:00.270+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I'm a bit of a snobby jerk when it comes to movies. I watch <i>a lot</i> of movies, but I don't <i>like/love</i> most of them. I do like a lot of movies, but they usually aren't the ones I watched in cinemas, and they consist of a very small portion of total movies watched.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Some of my favourite movies are Fracture, The Godfather, Napoleon Dynamite, American Beauty, Harold &amp; Kumar, Fight Club etc. Looking at my Facebook profile page, not a single one of the movies I listed in my favourites was seen in a movie theatre. I like to think that I like these movies because they're funny, or have a great plot, or great characters. Of course despite the importance of great actors, the plot has to be good too. For example, I LOVE Ryan Gosling, but Half Nelson was rather boring. Lars And The Real Girl was okay, but a bit flat. The Notebook was beautiful, but somehow unreal. But he was not only very cute in Fracture, it was also entertaining and gripping. And had Anthony Hopkins. (Anthony Hopkins was also in Wolfman and it totally sucked...)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On the other hand there's movies I saw in the cinema. The Sorcerer's Apprentice (ok la), Grown Ups (ok la), Vampires Suck (wtf) (Matt Lanter is a beautiful man but still, wtf). A movie you watch in the cinema has a great advantage over one you watch on a DVD at home. There are less distractions, unless there are assholes, the screen is huge, you just paid a bundle to go in so you better shut up and pay attention. Inglorious Bastards was probably a good movie but we saw it at home and I wasn't paying attention so I didn't particularly like it. I didn't like Iron Man either but I probably wouldn't have liked it if I saw it at home. It doesn't help that movies produced today are increasingly sucky.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Saw the re-released Avatar in 3D this week. I didn't like it the first time I saw it at home on DVD, and I didn't like it this time. Goddamn peer pressure. FIRST OF ALL, the plot is really a stupid Pocahontas thing. SECOND OF ALL, I AM NOT ATTACHED TO THESE CHARACTERS AT ALL. I honestly don't care if they destroyed the tree, I was hoping they wouldn't cop out and not destroy it (that's how much I was paying attention the first time haha).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the day before Avatar, I saw Resident Evil: Afterlife. It was great! Milla Jovovich is stunning, the graphics are great, the action is nonstop. Wish I saw Resident Evil in 3D instead of stupid Avatar. Wish I could take back all the movies I've seen in 3D and switch it to Resident Evil T__T. Especially all the stupid animation ones Intan made me watch. Resident Evil has such an awesome opening scene with such an awesome soundtrack that I took the liberty of staking it out. Of course the movie is so new the scene isn't out yet, but the soundtrack is. Although oddly the two guys I watched both Avatar &amp; Resident Evil with preferred Avatar. Why, guys, why... be a man! In fact I'm so terribly underwhelmed by Avatar, I might as well not ever watch Inception.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3QCt5GA520?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W3QCt5GA520?fs=1&amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-3080074633868056879?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-41642278904045977702010-09-18T06:49:00.001+01:002010-09-18T06:50:22.920+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Have some pictures of Pepper Lunch on my desktop, want to delete them but might as well post them first. Pepper Lunch is this weird Japanese thing where your food comes on hot plates and you mix it up to cook it. Can we do this for okonomiyaki too?? I LOVE okonomiyaki.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">(Of course it's already quite cooked so no one can get Salmonella or E.Coli)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TFTnd9PbB0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/B7wejA41-lc/s400/DSC00072.JPG" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TFToAJEKoyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ydrfIQFQ5ZU/s1600/DSC00073.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TFToAJEKoyI/AAAAAAAAAS8/ydrfIQFQ5ZU/s400/DSC00073.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Verdict: you'd be better off ordering teriyaki chicken someone else cooks for you. It wasn't bad or anything, but when you pay premium for a piece of regular chicken you have to try very hard to like it. And I don't like having to do that.<br /><br />And the browning is from the sauce you pour on, NOT cooking in any way.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4164227890404597770?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-15133378088694732122010-09-18T06:37:00.001+01:002010-09-18T06:42:32.834+01:00Today while waking up I was <i>so</i> lethargic I actually though I'd fallen asleep with the lights on. wtf? I didn't even party?<br /><br /><br />A friend of mine is begging me to start a blog/vlog on London if and when I go. I don't know.. am I consistent enough for such things?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-1513337808869473212?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-63273825931909753582010-09-14T08:20:00.003+01:002010-09-18T06:43:01.744+01:00More and more people are removing me from their blog links, I'm not quite sure how I feel about it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-6327382593190975358?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-88305602747654994262010-08-29T16:31:00.001+01:002010-09-18T06:43:37.258+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I don't actually like clubbing. I don't like sweaty places, I don't like wearing heels, I don't like standing around stick-thin girls and I don't like people shoving alcohol in my face. I especially don't like the dancing - who can argue that 'dance with me?' doesn't mean 'let me dry hump you and touch your waist and ass?'. I get all these FB club events invites, and I think about how cool it would be to go hang out at these clubs I never go to with cool trendy people I should hang out with, but do I? No.&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A couple of times I did have people who were willing to stand aside and drink in moderation (ok I did, not them but they didn't force me!) and chill/talk amongst a larger group, which is nice but barely ever happens. I am quite irritated with someone who kept asking me why I don't like clubbing, and insisted there has to be a reason when I said I just didn't like it. -_-</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">NOW THE MAIN POINT OF THIS POST, is how ironic it actually is. Because I do like a lot of clubbing songs. I like some David Guetta ones, some Taio Cruz ones, the title of those post is from some weird German rapper, and my favourite Black Eyed Peas song is Boom Boom Pow - I don't think I even like any other. It's more likely than not because my non-clubby songs are all emo sappy ones, and I just can't listen to too much emo sappy.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-8830560274765499426?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-34805341985268785022010-08-26T17:28:00.002+01:002010-09-18T06:44:06.835+01:00Want Macbook. Must get Macbook. Will die without Macbook.<br />Beg, borrow or steal. Want Macbook. Will stay up all night on bidding websites if I have to.<br />Want. Macbook. Now.<br /><br /><br />On a side note, my final semester of Segi is over! FUCKYESRYANGOSLING! I made it! I also got 3rd year entry to a university in London. FUCKYESRYANGOSLINGx2!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-3480534198526878502?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-45862093685492565792010-08-24T06:58:00.003+01:002010-09-18T07:45:27.452+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I remember saying I was going to post pictures more often, but I'm just so much more of a text than pictures person. Probably if you did those cognitive tests on me as a baby I would stare at big blocks of words the most. Dug up this picture I took at some point -</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/THMyabJfbuI/AAAAAAAAATE/lOMqpxnHI8M/s1600/DSCF4009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/THMyabJfbuI/AAAAAAAAATE/lOMqpxnHI8M/s400/DSCF4009.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />It reminds me of this baby tv commercial I was once working on. The first day there were four babies on set, and the next day there were 14. This lead to CHAOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS and was very conducive to baby making jokes. At one point I was holding this very waily baby - I held this baby a lot because it was the only one who wouldn't cry when I held it and his mom was 16 so she could barely take care of it and it was a <i>big</i> baby so the other spindly girls couldn't hold it for long. I want to be a spindly girl :(. So I was holding this baby, and this guy who is always making sarcastic jabs at me popped up and was like 'look at you! and the baby!' and I said 'wouldn't <i>you</i> like to have a baby!' Then this look of glee flashed across his face and I quickly added 'not with me' and walked away very fast. You'd think I would have known better than that, especially after a bunch of Indian guys were waving accusing fingers at each other telling me to be careful otherwise he would give me a baby.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-4586209368549256579?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-77306378670980127982010-08-23T14:30:00.001+01:002010-09-18T07:45:35.845+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">Last night I had three unrelated dreams. It isn't often I get three different ones in one night, and such a thing I feel should be documented.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(i) First of all, I dreamt I was having sex with some guy. I have no idea who this guy is, not only is he not someone I know in real life, he is also not one of my previous dream guys in previous dreams. I have no idea who he is but I think he has dark hair. I think he was quite nice though.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(ii) I was going to put this as the 3rd dream but the original 2nd dream had such a long back story I changed it to last. I dreamt this girl I know had an Alien (the Aliens vs Predator alien) wanting to kill her and I was driving a car trying to get her away. I think I was a man in this dream.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(iii) I dreamt I was on a date with this guy. This guy is a guy I actually know in real life, but I don't really want to see him anymore, even though I'm supposed to (kind of promised).&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here I'm going to go into a bit of history about this guy. I 'met' him when I ran into a friend of mine working with him at The Curve, and I thought he was cute but I never spoke to him then. I tater told my friend, and my friend (A) told him (B), and he told my friend I was cute too. So somehow or other we came to FB messaging a bit, during which time he told me A said something, to which I brushed off as A being stupid. From then on whenever I saw A (A is actually my brother's friend), my brother and I would jest A by asking h.im where B is. So A said something like because I said something B said A said was rubbish, B shy already. So of course I'm like whateverrr, because he isn't cute enough to leave me broken-hearted and also um he is a bit dark. I actually have a strong preference for pale-skinned guys, Chinese or otherwise. Don't call me racist! I'll have you know in my first year of college my best friend was a bisexual Indian guy! In my 2nd year my best friend was an emo Malay girl! Ok actually I am racist.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So this guy A and I just stopped talking, then quite a few months later he added me on FB. We discovered that FB chat sucks omg sucks sucks sucks so bad, so then we started talking on MSN. We talked quite a bit that week because I was slaving away doing editing and he seems to do some sort of desk job. He also called me fat at some point WTF THIS IS PRECISELY WHY I HAVE BEEN GOING OUT WITH WHITE GUYS. He did this indirectly by calling my thighs big fml. Asshole.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had dinner last Monday - nothing fancy, chili pan mee (this makes me feel bad for the guy who I don't like who took me to some Japanese place and had a super expensive dinner aih I swear I didn't know) and then he went away so I didn't talk to him for a week. During this week I realized I didn't really like him very much, earlier when Amanda asked me how much I liked him I said 6.5, and she started yelling at me about how low it was so I rounded it up to 7, but then I didn't think it was that much so I rounded it back down to 6.5. I already felt like 6.5 was rounding up.. I also thought about how I really only wanted to date him because I've never dated a Chinese guy - true story. I actually want to - but not one who calls me fat. And also on that Monday I got the offer letter from UEL, so I realized even if I wanted the novelty of having had a Chinese boyfriend I barely have time to.. and he is really, <i>really</i> dark. And keeps asking me to go clubbing sigh I may look like a clubbing girl but I swear I am not! I also kind of promised to watch The Expendables with him but not only do I not really like him I also don't want him to think I'm fat again -_-. Considering just blocking and deleting without explanation I AM A REAL ASSHOLE!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So anyways in this dream we were at some bar place which is like on one side of an unidentified body of water. He was busy drinking and schmoozing with some girls and I was bored, so I thought I'd walk to the mainland via the bridge. But instead of going to the bridge near the bar, I walked down the coast and went to the further bridge. Upon crossing the bridge, some stupid old man refused to let me on the mainland, insisting I had to use the other bridge to get there as this one is only one way. So I turn around and there is this schoolkid being sad because her classmates all walked ahead of her and she's afraid to walk alone. I'm like it's okay, I'll walk with you. As we walk this huge wave crashes over and knocks over both of us. Then she starts wailing about how she lost her wallet and I found one in the water but she insisted it wasn't hers. This guy B also texts me, miraculously my phone in my pocket is dry, all pissed like "you didn't have to leave like that if you were bored" and I think the reply "i was in the water when the big wave came" but I don't send it. I actually do this in real life, I think replies but don't send them. So I open the wallet and it turns out to be some British kid's and had 200 dollars inside fuck yes! I then go into some sort of moral debate on whether to keep it or not.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Good triumphs over evil and I bring the wallet to his address where he is actually handsome and not underage like his ID suggests and we get married and live happily ever after.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(that last line wasn't actually in the dream)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">(I think I kept the money)</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7730637867098012798?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-65543966824607534702010-08-21T16:03:00.002+01:002010-09-18T07:45:59.100+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">It's quite inevitable I get shipped off to get a degree sometime soon, so I need to stop thinking of it as an 'if' and more of a 'when. The thought of packing up all my important things (but all my things are important to me!) is quite daunting. How do people do it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I do want to bear in mind things that I have to stock up on/replace and bring there.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. Contact lenses. Definitely have to get here and bring like 1-2 year's worth. This box I got last year expires in 2013, so this shouldn't be a problem.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. New eyeglasses. My glasses are so fug and if I live on a dorm I'll probably have to let people see me in them.. :(</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. Eyeliner. I NEED MY ETUDE HOUSE LINER. Perhaps 5 tubes. Can 5 tubes last me 1-2 years?&nbsp; Maybe 8 tubes. I'll be so sad if I run out.. All Western brands like Revlon &amp; Maybelline disappoint me. Always.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. ZA compact foundation. Liquid foundation I can compromise on, but ZA compact foundation is the best.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. Dalacin T, some acne solution thing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">6. Nivea creme (in the blue tins). My hands have been crazy dry lately, I suspect it's from the increased amount of time spent in AC rooms. Will probably need loads of this wherever I go. Sure I can get it there, but I won't have much money to spare wherever I go :(. Also compact and easy to bring large amounts of.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">7. Toothpaste. I'm basically trying to think of compact things I can bring more of and not have to get there now. Oil control film! Toothbrushes! Lip balm! Instant soup! Batteries! Eye roll-on!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My friend tells me whatever jacket I get here won't be warm enough, but hopefully that down jacket I got in China and that cotton/polyester one I got in US will. However another friend told me I should get gloves and ear muffs and such here, because it will be super expensive there. FTS should have got that weird Mongolian ear muff hat I saw when I was at the Great Wall of China four years ago.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-6554396682460753470?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-58683099081595804512010-08-13T11:53:00.002+01:002011-04-22T21:45:39.345+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I was about to write something, but decided to be factually correct and check an archive so I could quote something I wanted to quote properly. As it turns out what I was looking for wasn't in that archive, but what was managed to alter what I felt like writing on the same subject completely. I didn't have to change the post title though. So, um, yay?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-5868309908159580451?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-55667219634877912192010-08-11T19:06:00.005+01:002011-04-22T21:57:57.133+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">This is probably one of the funniest production stories I can tell.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One day on set, these few art department guys &amp; I were standing around. It was a one-day job and pro bono and they were shooting a close-up so we didn't really have anything to do. So Guy A suddenly reaches out and squeezes Guy B's nipple and starts laughing with Guy C. I stare at them incredulously, then as they stop laughing they transfer their attention to me. A then grabs B's nipple again and holds it sticking out, beckoning at me to touch it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"You want me to touch his nipple?"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Ya! Touch la!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Don't want la..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Touch la!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Yer..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Touch la!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am sorry to say I reached out and touched his nipple, which turned out to be oddly large and solid.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Why is your nipple so... plastic..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Ya my nipple is plastic!!"</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Had plastic surgery on his nipple.. When he was born.. only one nipple..."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"My mother said one nipple not good! asked the doctor to fix another one."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Not balanced."</div><div style="text-align: justify;">"Otherwise I cannot walk properly."</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Then he started walking all lopsided hahahahhaa. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I've concluded that the art department has the funniest guys, this other time I sat down next to this 40-ish year old guy. I know he's married from previous conversations, so as I sit down I said "Hey Richard, you have kids ah", to which he replied "Of course la! You think my thing cannot shoot ah!!!!". This same guy also fell into a drain in the middle of a paddy field on a shoot, unfortunately I was not there to bear witness but oh man these people are so funny.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-5566721963487791219?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-20169751682476751282010-08-10T04:33:00.002+01:002010-08-10T04:39:58.358+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">The trouble with listening to a certain band for a guy, or talking about a song with a guy, or agreeing that you both like a particular song.. is that several weeks or months or even years later when you hear the song, you will remember.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's been several years since we warbled Weezer songs in the basement, but every time someone mentions Weezer or I hear a Weezer song, I remember you. I remember the guy who sang 'Scotty Doesn't Know" on the phone and likes Gym Class Heroes. I remember the guy with the entire Fight Club soundtrack on his computer (which I now have too). But these are all okay because I&nbsp; don't have a strong attachment to Weezer and never hear Scotty Doesn't Know unless I watch Eurotrip, and that's not exactly a movie you can watch over and over. I kind of like Gym Class Heroes, but I don't listen to them often and his liking them didn't really affect how much I like them.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But the Neutral Milk Hotel boy, oh the Neutral Milk Hotel boy. At his suggestion I listen to the band, I randomly downloaded three songs. One I didn't like, one I thought was okay, and one I really loved. I told him of the one I loved, and it turns out he loves it too. After my initial stereotyping, I thought if one song has to be this good, there has to be more. There are now a handful of Neutral Milk Hotel songs I really like, but that song I can never listen to too often. And all the others make me think of him too, at least in a small way. I am glad to have found the band, but it could be a little less bittersweet.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">--</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>What a beautiful face&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>I have found in this place<br />That is circling all round the sun<br />What a beautiful dream<br />That could flash on the screen<br />In a blink of an eye and be gone from me</i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i>- In The Aeroplane Over The Sea </i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-2016975168247675128?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-10409982987153280502010-08-06T16:38:00.002+01:002010-08-06T17:08:38.305+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">&nbsp;*Last, last week will refer to the week of 19-25 July. Last week is the week of 26 July-1 August. This week refers to 2-8 August.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last, last Sunday - I ask my father what I should do after I finish my diploma. He tells me to go to sleep.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Monday - I accompany him to go to Putrajaya. At some point during this voyage he decides I <i>have </i>to get a degree (Even if I don't use it? Even if I end up doing something <b>completely</b> unrelated? He insists yes). I go back and start looking up universities in California, Oregon &amp; Washington.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Tuesday + Wednesday - I continue, and expand my search to random states like Conneticut, New York, Colorado. I begin to feel like there aren't actually that many schools in the US I would like to go to and I can afford.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Thursday - I talk to one of my closest classmates, and discover that she has already applied to and received offers from four UK universities, and has an interview scheduled for the coming Saturday. Up until now I hadn't even considered studying in the UK, but now I am quite intrigued.&nbsp; I have my college photocopy an exam transcript from a semester that I lost. I go home and tell my father about my new findings. He is very excited that UK fees are a lot cheaper than we would have guessed and it has less guns. I start looking up UK schools, getting all anal retentive about rankings and refusing to consider schools too far away from London.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Friday - I Google universities and towns all day.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Saturday - I call my friend in the morning and she says they (UWE Bristol) gave her an offer too and tells me that a rep from the school is there now and I should go over. I call the education consultant and they tell me to be there by 12.30. By this time it is 11.30 and I have no portfolio, so I scramble like mad throwing stuff in a CD to burn, then rush over. To Subang. From the Northern side of KL. This rep tells me since I am applying to Film Studies (theory) instead of Media Practice (practical) she needs to see my writing samples too. Of course I am an idiot so I brought none. She tells me I can email them over. As I leave I see plenty more education consultants, but they are all closing. I realize I have to come back on a weekday.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Sunday - I realize there is really only one US school I'd like to go to and is affordable - CSU Long Beach. Steven Spielberg went here. The downside of US schools is that I'd most likely get less exemption and I hate having to do these general education things.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This Monday - I called two education consultants. They ask me to bring the usual transcript things, and mention horrible things I don't have like <i>personal statement</i> and <i>reference letter</i>. I <i>had</i> a reference letter, when I did my internship and my college wanted one. But I lost it. Of course. I freak out all day, until I decide to ask another guy from the place I did my internship at to write one for me. And he did! yay! So I printed it out at home and fake signed it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This Tuesday - Went to Subang Jaya to three education consultant places. 1st one I applied at two UK universities, then the guy gives me an Australian one to fill too, in case I can't make the September UK intakes. He says he will try to get them to waive the application fee for me. <i>He also</i> suggests I go for the New York Film Academy, which I at first said I wasn't going to do, then he later asked me if I was sure I didn't want it. I said it was too expensive and he said I could still try to get in and get a partial scholarship but eh, it's such a mean apple to dangle in front of me. At the 2nd place I fill a form for another UK one, and the woman there says she'll help me apply to two more places if they can do a direct application. One of these two places is my first choice. But she says I'll have to have my final results here out by early September to make this year's intake. She also refuses to accept my printed reference letter because it has no company letterhead. I freak out a bit because I don't have time to go pick the printed one up at the office, but lo and behold - there is a farewell for one guy that night and I manage to go and this guy brings it there for me. Phew.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This Wednesday - I scan and email the new reference letter to her, and she also tells me I need my final results out by September. I know deep in my heart it is impossible, but I still email my lecturer and ask her if it is.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This Thursday - I bump into my lecturer on campus and she tells me the exam period won't be over till 29th September, so there is no way my results will be out by the 10th. She tays I can apply and get a paper stating the results of all my subjects so far, but I already have these on separate papers. I'm frustrated because I feel painted into a corner. I know I should have started applying earlier, but I didn't even think of UK as an option until a week ago. With the results I have now I believe I deserve to get into a good university, but I don't want to be delayed a year just because of some stupid bureaucratic shit. A few of my classmates are also godawful retarded in a presentation, enhancing my belief that I should do better than to be stuck here with these people. I calculate my CGPA and it is 3.58. That's pretty decent, isn't it?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This Friday - My life sucks and I want to die. I fantasize about them (the uni + the UK visa people) letting me study without a final transcript, perhaps maybe a letter saying I've completed my classes and am now just waiting for the exam results.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-1040998298715328050?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-85304653343790463002010-08-02T04:37:00.000+01:002010-08-02T04:37:06.800+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">I plan everything and make my tactical maneuvers. I can't say I make all the right moves, but I make the only ones I can. Throughout my entire life I pick up things and I drop them when I please, but when it comes to things I should let go the most, I don't.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I'm not calling for a second chance,&nbsp;</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>I'm screaming at the top of my voice,&nbsp;</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Give me reason, but don't give me choice,&nbsp;</i></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>Cause I'll just make the same mistake again.</i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-8530465334379046300?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-32855071752722552532010-08-01T04:50:00.002+01:002011-04-22T21:44:36.615+01:00That's all.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-3285507175272255253?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-15025248491620106372010-07-27T07:47:00.005+01:002010-08-11T18:45:59.826+01:00yo everyone I took this post down cause I don't want to have so many pictures of people who don't know they are posted up posted up, if you get my drift. (no, nobody scolded me but I want to get while the going's good)<br /><br />And the three people who read my blog have already seen it anyway.<br /><br />This picture of the Sagmeister &amp; I can stay -<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TE46_b9sRhI/AAAAAAAAASU/3j3WuLCrixw/s1600/Image13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TE46_b9sRhI/AAAAAAAAASU/3j3WuLCrixw/s320/Image13.jpg" /></a></div><br /><br /><br />And so can the video of the ad -<br /><br /><object height="340" style="clear: left; float: left;" width="560"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTZIMe1KGp8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZTZIMe1KGp8&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Please watch if you haven't, it is very nice.&nbsp; There was this other job which paid me super unexpectedly awesomely but I still like this one more. So you see, it's not a money thing.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-1502524849162010637?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-79108745268015650062010-07-24T05:49:00.001+01:002010-07-24T06:12:07.480+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">-____-</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Of course, when I start with that face it can never be a good thing. After taking over a year to assemble all the ingredients (golden syrup - sometime last year, soda bicarbonate - Wednesday, sugar - yesterday), I rounded up my measuring cups.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TEpq8skVPUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6tJDlLz2s7Q/s1600/DSCF5724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TEpq8skVPUI/AAAAAAAAAQU/6tJDlLz2s7Q/s320/DSCF5724.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm quite amazed I managed to find seven of them, what with my haphazard organizational skills and we also moved recently. Three were still on the ring, three in another drawer - after I found them in different drawers and put them together, one in a basket with the remote controls... There's still one more to go, it might be in my desk drawer or basket with toiletries.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So honeycomb, in the words of Nigella, is made like this -</div><div class="list clrfix" id="ingredients"><blockquote><h2><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ingredients</span></h2><ul class="col1"><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>1/2</i> cup sugar</span></li></ul><ul class="col2"><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>4</i> tablespoons dark corn syrup</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i>1</i> 1/2 teaspoons baking soda</span></li></ul><div class="steps" id="directions"><h2><span style="font-size: x-small;">DIRECTIONS</span></h2><span style="font-size: x-small;">Put the sugar and syrup into a saucepan and stir together to mix. You can't stir once the pan's on the heat, though. <br /><br />Place the pan on the heat and let the mixture first melt and then turn to goo and then a bubbling mass the color of maple syrup - this will take 3 minutes or so. <br /><br />Off the heat, whisk in the baking soda and watch the syrup turn into a whooshing cloud of aerated pale gold. Turn this immediately onto a piece of baking parchment or greased foil. <br /><br />Leave until set and then bash at it, so that it splinters into many glinting pieces.</span> </div></blockquote><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.cookingchanneltv.com/recipes/nigella-lawson/hokey-pokey-recipe/index.html">Source</a></span></div><div class="list clrfix" id="ingredients"><br /></div><div class="list clrfix" id="ingredients"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;">What Nigella doesn't mention is that; </div><div style="text-align: justify;">1. you can't really mix sugar and syrup, there is only a little syrup for a lot of sugar (until the sugar is melted but then the pan will be on the heat and you can't mix it);</div><div style="text-align: justify;">2. By the time it's maple syrup colored IT IS BURNT.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">3. It doesn't change colour back to pale.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">4. Baking soda doesn't mix easily.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">5. It doesn't spread out on baking parchment easily either, more likely it will clump in your pot and make you scrub it off with iron wool and your fingernails.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This woman on <a href="http://www.cupcakeproject.com/2008/11/hokey-pokey-nigella-lawson.html">some website</a> had a #1 fail attempt and a #2 perfect attempt.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IP6S4qrDTw/SRxHlyCLjMI/AAAAAAAABaE/dACxDH4r330/s1600/hokey+pokey+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IP6S4qrDTw/SRxHlyCLjMI/AAAAAAAABaE/dACxDH4r330/s320/hokey+pokey+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IP6S4qrDTw/SRxG9HXmSAI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UzNnecXvh5Y/s1600/hokey+pokey+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__IP6S4qrDTw/SRxG9HXmSAI/AAAAAAAABZ8/UzNnecXvh5Y/s320/hokey+pokey+5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />In her own words: <br /><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I did a bit of research and came across <a href="http://pennypincherspantry.wordpress.com/2007/10/07/nigellas-hokey-pokey/">Pennypincher's Pantry</a>. Pennypincher had made Nigella's hokey pokey recipe and had about 50 comments from people, many of whom had made the recipe multiple times before getting it to work. I read all the comments and tried again. It worked perfectly!<br /><br /></span></div></blockquote><br /><br /><blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">What makes it work:</span></div><ol><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">The recipe works better if you use 3 T of corn syrup rather than 4.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">You need to wait. Do not touch the mixture in the pot for even longer than the 3 minutes the recipe recommends. I waited about 6 minutes the second time. It will look like it is starting to burn.</span></li><li><span style="font-size: x-small;">Don't spread the mixture after you pour it on the parchment - just pour it and leave it.</span></li></ol></blockquote><br />I followed everything she said, and got a burnt nightmare. That looks like the surface of the moon.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TEprKbD8L6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/C10eD3jh_LE/s1600/DSCF5725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TEprKbD8L6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/C10eD3jh_LE/s320/DSCF5725.JPG" /></a></div><br />Looks a bit better after smashing, but nowhere near the pale yummy things she got.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TEprY31fr0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/wFywRQ122Gs/s1600/DSCF5726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ME7gBkx4JYo/TEprY31fr0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/wFywRQ122Gs/s320/DSCF5726.JPG" /></a></div>To my credit it <i>did</i> rise and get kind of crunchy fluffy instead of sticky icky, but burnt and the baking soda wasn't mixed well, as seen in the picture. It's kind of funny watching it puff up actually, but I was too busy freaking out about how ugly it looked to laugh.<br /><br />Probably going to use a microwave next time, if there is a next time.<br /><br />For now I need to stop looking for distractions and do my homework.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-7910874526801565006?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3959488112443167202.post-54850317717592071832010-07-23T06:17:00.006+01:002010-07-23T07:21:46.200+01:00<div style="text-align: justify;">What's a good entry to write after not blogging for half a year?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Here I am, after four** years of blogging on and off, getting - either directly or indirectly through blogging - two complimentary phones (from the totally awesome phone company that is NOKIA*), a frisbee, a Bo Bice CD (don't ask), a StarWorld notebook, some really awesome friends, a few really duuuumb enemies, a lot more contacts on my Facebook list, a couple of party/event invites and a smattering of movie tickets.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'm also just over a month from finishing my diploma at Segi, and holy shit I am petrified! I now! Have to! MAKE DECISIONS!!!!! I actually did make a decision, I decided I wanted to go to Los Angeles for a month and pAArty, but then what can I say? Money blows. I guess I could study more, but if we don't have money for me to bum for a month in a foreign country how are we going to have money for me to study for a few years in a foreign country I don't know.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I'll also try to make this blog more peppered with pictures because most people are vapid and they like pictures okay I get it. I probably need a new blog skin, does anyone have any clever ideas on how I can get a cool looking but simple (no glitter!) one?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">*I would never use a SonyEricsson phone, even if Nokia hadn't ever given me a phone in my life. SE phones are ugly and they suck. And hello??? Your speakers aren't exactly to die for anyway.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;">**edit: man on man I just realized it's actually five. I am too old. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3959488112443167202-5485031771759207183?l=skylery.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>claudianoreply@blogger.com8