jeudi, mars 27, 2008
Tout d'abord...
Salut tout le monde, j'espère que tout s'est passé bien, depuis le dernier message ici! Ça fait un an environ.
Gosh.
Well here we are, I haven't written anything here for a long period of time, it is amusing and very nostalgic gazing back at the previous entries here. Over the last twenty minutes I have giggled, cringed and smiled at my postings.
I see blogs such as this as more of an open diary, one has to take great care in what they divulge as you never know who might be reading it. That factor, however, should not prevent a good laugh and bitch about the goings on in my everyday life.
A lot has changed really, I live away from the bosom of my parents now, which has outstanding advantages. This is especially so, if you look at the hour in which I am writing this.
Still have my love for languages, I've picked up spanish over the past two years, entonces hola chicos ;)
So I rent a house now too, which is ok, except for one housemate who believes it is acceptable to steal food persistently. Words shall be had let me tell you, I'm not sure what they will be as of yet. I could try something like "I think you are a complete disgrace and deserve to be shot, in the vagina."
I have a lovely boyfriend now, so that makes me happy :) <3
I have re-ignited my love for Ready SteadyCook recently, some lovely cooking ideas there. I do think Ainsley Harriot needs to improve his attempts at humour (as do I probably), but I'm happy that he has kept his head shining after all these years, bless.
A bientôt.
Gosh.
Well here we are, I haven't written anything here for a long period of time, it is amusing and very nostalgic gazing back at the previous entries here. Over the last twenty minutes I have giggled, cringed and smiled at my postings.
I see blogs such as this as more of an open diary, one has to take great care in what they divulge as you never know who might be reading it. That factor, however, should not prevent a good laugh and bitch about the goings on in my everyday life.
A lot has changed really, I live away from the bosom of my parents now, which has outstanding advantages. This is especially so, if you look at the hour in which I am writing this.
Still have my love for languages, I've picked up spanish over the past two years, entonces hola chicos ;)
So I rent a house now too, which is ok, except for one housemate who believes it is acceptable to steal food persistently. Words shall be had let me tell you, I'm not sure what they will be as of yet. I could try something like "I think you are a complete disgrace and deserve to be shot, in the vagina."
I have a lovely boyfriend now, so that makes me happy :) <3
I have re-ignited my love for Ready SteadyCook recently, some lovely cooking ideas there. I do think Ainsley Harriot needs to improve his attempts at humour (as do I probably), but I'm happy that he has kept his head shining after all these years, bless.
A bientôt.
mardi, avril 17, 2007
*blows dust*
Hello there! It has been a very long time since I have used this poor thing, I really should get to posting on these things a bit more.
I hope you have all been well, whoever enjoys reading this.
I'll try to comment on a whole range of things, but yes I'm still alive!
I hope you have all been well, whoever enjoys reading this.
I'll try to comment on a whole range of things, but yes I'm still alive!
*blows dust*
Hello there! It has been a very long time since I have used this poor thing, I really should get to posting on these things a bit more.
I hope you have all been well, whoever enjoys reading this.
I'll try to comment on a whole range of things, but yes I'm still alive!
I hope you have all been well, whoever enjoys reading this.
I'll try to comment on a whole range of things, but yes I'm still alive!
lundi, août 21, 2006
It's the funeral countdown!
A couple of weeks ago whilst bobbling around in my local HMV store (a music store). I saw this book titled "1000 Albums to listen to before you die" or something like that. I flicked through it, but not all of it was to my taste. Besides we all have different tastes in music, so if you think I'm going to listen to a Madonna album on my death bed, you are wrong. If you don't like insensitive things or if you know someone who has just died recently, then I apologise and I'd advise you to do something else. However, if you don't care or are interested then read on.
10 songs that I want played at my funeral!
1. Martin Grech - Holy Father Inferior
This song has been described as "you can almost hear the galloping, thumping hoofs of the Four Men of the Apocalypse."
2. Pink Floyd - Careful With That Axe Eugene.
Well they'd have to play the version from Ummagumma, mainly because for those unfamiliar with the song, it will scare them (It made me jump when I first heard it). It is an instrumental and very eerie.
3. REM - Everybody Hurts
I think if I was actually depressed, this song would make me cry. Plus Michael Stipe has an amazing voice. So hopefully everyone will cry in the audience type thing they have.
4. Radiohead - Exit Music (For Film)
I chose this one, because it is bloody miserable but brilliant.
5. Nightwish - Ghost Love Score
A dramatic change in tempo this one, a taste of things to come. Symphonic metal at its finest. This song spans for 10 minutes :)
6. Opeth - Deliverance
From the album of the same name, an amazing riffs and diverse vocals. 13 minutes of progressive goodness.
7. Rammstein - Ohne Dich
Slowing down a little bit now, those powerful german lyrics. Song title translates to Without You apparently.
8. Tool - Wings for Marie Part 1.
This one will test the patience of those folk attending. I absolutely love this band, my funeral would be incomplete without them.
9. Tool - 10,000 Days (Wings Part 2)
It is a crime to listen to either of these on their own, you need both parts!
10. Manic Street Preachers - A Design for Life
The speakers would need to be turned up extra loud for this one.
End.
Of course this list means nothing to you if you have never heard of some of the songs. But I would suggest obtaining some of them to give them a try.
10 songs that I want played at my funeral!
1. Martin Grech - Holy Father Inferior
This song has been described as "you can almost hear the galloping, thumping hoofs of the Four Men of the Apocalypse."
2. Pink Floyd - Careful With That Axe Eugene.
Well they'd have to play the version from Ummagumma, mainly because for those unfamiliar with the song, it will scare them (It made me jump when I first heard it). It is an instrumental and very eerie.
3. REM - Everybody Hurts
I think if I was actually depressed, this song would make me cry. Plus Michael Stipe has an amazing voice. So hopefully everyone will cry in the audience type thing they have.
4. Radiohead - Exit Music (For Film)
I chose this one, because it is bloody miserable but brilliant.
5. Nightwish - Ghost Love Score
A dramatic change in tempo this one, a taste of things to come. Symphonic metal at its finest. This song spans for 10 minutes :)
6. Opeth - Deliverance
From the album of the same name, an amazing riffs and diverse vocals. 13 minutes of progressive goodness.
7. Rammstein - Ohne Dich
Slowing down a little bit now, those powerful german lyrics. Song title translates to Without You apparently.
8. Tool - Wings for Marie Part 1.
This one will test the patience of those folk attending. I absolutely love this band, my funeral would be incomplete without them.
9. Tool - 10,000 Days (Wings Part 2)
It is a crime to listen to either of these on their own, you need both parts!
10. Manic Street Preachers - A Design for Life
The speakers would need to be turned up extra loud for this one.
End.
Of course this list means nothing to you if you have never heard of some of the songs. But I would suggest obtaining some of them to give them a try.
vendredi, juillet 21, 2006
Some lessons to be learnt
It is quite astonishing at the things you see and learn while you're away in a different place. So, I have just returned from a little break in Lille, a nice little french city in the north (nord de france).
One of the things that slipped to the back of my mind before I got there, was the greetings. It isn't an odd thing there for a man to kiss a man in public. It does actually seem very polite.
A level french is not how actual proper French people speak, when you get into the technicalities of a french menu, I struggled. - teacher make note now.
I saw some of the scariest and also well dressed tramps that I have ever seen in my life. One even asked for some bread that I was carying. Some were missing shoes, others didn't look that poor, some were minus a few teeth and felt it was a requirement to leave their mouth suspended open.
Security is very tight, walked into a supermarket, just after going over the old "Bonjour" greeting, a security guard stapled my clothes bag together and carefully watched us around the store. I also got searched before going on Eurostar, yet they don't search people on normal trains. My mobile had set the old detectors off.
They are quite civilised people, well dressed, not overweight and not drunk. They have a completely different culture to the UK regarding booze, beer is on the menu right under the orange juice and the water.
C'est tout.
One of the things that slipped to the back of my mind before I got there, was the greetings. It isn't an odd thing there for a man to kiss a man in public. It does actually seem very polite.
A level french is not how actual proper French people speak, when you get into the technicalities of a french menu, I struggled. - teacher make note now.
I saw some of the scariest and also well dressed tramps that I have ever seen in my life. One even asked for some bread that I was carying. Some were missing shoes, others didn't look that poor, some were minus a few teeth and felt it was a requirement to leave their mouth suspended open.
Security is very tight, walked into a supermarket, just after going over the old "Bonjour" greeting, a security guard stapled my clothes bag together and carefully watched us around the store. I also got searched before going on Eurostar, yet they don't search people on normal trains. My mobile had set the old detectors off.
They are quite civilised people, well dressed, not overweight and not drunk. They have a completely different culture to the UK regarding booze, beer is on the menu right under the orange juice and the water.
C'est tout.
lundi, juillet 17, 2006
Holiday
From Wednesday I'm on holiday in France, which should be really nice and hopefully I'll get a chance to practice some of my french, as a student there is nothing more frustrating than being spoken to in english, when you have a fairly good understanding of it. I'll try and get some nice pictures for you all too. Jonny has given me a few tips..such as remembering some rule and something about foregrounds.
British People - Is it me or is every shop now selling Harribo by the tills?
I shall be back by Friday for more fun and games.
British People - Is it me or is every shop now selling Harribo by the tills?
I shall be back by Friday for more fun and games.
vendredi, juin 30, 2006
Rambles
Not made one of these little things for a while, bet you really missed them didn't you.
As I write this, my father is drunk, I am boiling, the amount of rubbish on my desk is midly irritating and a daddy long legs has just been brutally murdered by a hand held plastic object.
I have work tomorrow, any strange customers shall be reported here.
I now have an ipod nano, it is thin, light, sexy but delicate. Only disadvantage is its not 20gb like my creative zen, but it was a nice present.
As you read this entry, you realise how interesting it has become, very very interesting, your eyes are focused on this entry, keep them focused at all times for you may miss something...important....focus, nothing else matters except this text here and as you read this I'd like you to start to feel relaxed...resting in your chair, nice and relaxed but concentrating o this message..., thats it... and as you concentrate your gaze grows stronger and stronger, your eyes become heavy, heavy, heavy...very very heavy, so heavy infact that it becomes harder and harder to keep them open, you just want to let those eyes close...close them, close your eyes, feel relaxed :P
As I write this, my father is drunk, I am boiling, the amount of rubbish on my desk is midly irritating and a daddy long legs has just been brutally murdered by a hand held plastic object.
I have work tomorrow, any strange customers shall be reported here.
I now have an ipod nano, it is thin, light, sexy but delicate. Only disadvantage is its not 20gb like my creative zen, but it was a nice present.
As you read this entry, you realise how interesting it has become, very very interesting, your eyes are focused on this entry, keep them focused at all times for you may miss something...important....focus, nothing else matters except this text here and as you read this I'd like you to start to feel relaxed...resting in your chair, nice and relaxed but concentrating o this message..., thats it... and as you concentrate your gaze grows stronger and stronger, your eyes become heavy, heavy, heavy...very very heavy, so heavy infact that it becomes harder and harder to keep them open, you just want to let those eyes close...close them, close your eyes, feel relaxed :P
mardi, juin 20, 2006
No Excuse
It may well be a sunny hot day here in merry old England, but I am disgusted at the behaviour of some of our local residents. So, get on the bloody floor and Ollie will tell you a wee story about his bus journey.
I like to sit at the top of the bus, because it gets me away from the herd of old people sitting downstairs, talking about how such and such is deaf now and some are clearly just gazing into the posters a foot above their heads. On the top of the bus I couldn't help but notice that there was a big fat man in his fifties or sixties, plonked in a nice wooden chair in his garden, with the fat just sorta dripping over the edge like a well roasted duck. Oh I forgot to mention, he was in his swimming shorts.
One minute later I see another man in his sixties walk straight out of his house, brushing his teeth and in nothing but..you guessed it, shorts.
Will you please consider fellow bus passengers who have paid an astronomical fare before exposing yourself outside your own house. Thanks.
People hypnotised recently: 2
I like to sit at the top of the bus, because it gets me away from the herd of old people sitting downstairs, talking about how such and such is deaf now and some are clearly just gazing into the posters a foot above their heads. On the top of the bus I couldn't help but notice that there was a big fat man in his fifties or sixties, plonked in a nice wooden chair in his garden, with the fat just sorta dripping over the edge like a well roasted duck. Oh I forgot to mention, he was in his swimming shorts.
One minute later I see another man in his sixties walk straight out of his house, brushing his teeth and in nothing but..you guessed it, shorts.
Will you please consider fellow bus passengers who have paid an astronomical fare before exposing yourself outside your own house. Thanks.
People hypnotised recently: 2
