I would like to fancy myself as a patriotic person.

However, I’m going to bed before it strikes midnight because I hate the noise that accompany any celebration.

Doesn’t help where I stay there usually are so many firework displays.

Apparently someone said there wouldn’t be any.

I am sooooo not going to take my chances.

Off to bed and to dreamland.

Hypnos, take me.

And if anyone would give me a bottle of Lancome’s Hypnose, I’ll love you forever

Oh, and the Merdeka babies, Amni and Victoria, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! =D

Hope you’ll have a wonderful day tomorrow.

Oh, and yes, to fellow Malaysians, Selamat Hari Merdeka.

Sometimes it scares the hell out of me how I can separate the Muslim me and the lawyer me so completely.

However, the area of my interest requires me to do so, and I am glad that God gave me the ability.

And I frankly don’t think it means I’m contradict myself; it means that I am able to see the difference between my professional and personal life.

On religion, and I know this interview is old, but what the heck.

I know of John Barrowman through Broadway. And then when I watched that episode of Graham Norton where he was interviewing David Tennant and Jo Brand (could watch that episode again and again to see Jo Brand’s expression when she was talking about her friend who had “Delhi Belly. Hahaha), his name was mentioned. But I never actually connected that name to his face until I was on a tour of the Scottish Highlands and met that uber interesting Northern Irish girl who was reading his bio, Anything Goes.

“He’s the guy who sang Springtime for Hitler???????”

Hahaha.

Do watch this clip. We may profess to different religion, but his views are pretty similar to mine. Religion-wise. Human rights wise; the fact that I am saying it makes it rather obvious it will be different, right?

God gave us brains; use it. Don’t just accept what one expert say. Find more experts’ views and make decision on your own. To me, Islam is about trusting yourself above everything else.

You are humans, not sheep. Don’t just follow the shepherd once you have decided who he is. In fact, don’t even bother choosing one, or if you have to choose, choose more than one. However, always always do what you think is right, not just blindly. Don’t waste God’s creation that make us unique amongst all His creations.

Of course something happened to make me think this way. It is because of this commentary by Koh Lay Chin in the NST that triggered it.

Admittedly I ignored stuff about Teoh Beng Hock apart from the headlines and not going into details.

However, I feel compelled to write an entry about it.

Nonetheless, not sleeping for almost 20 hours has scrambled my mind, and I would like to do the teachings of my brilliant tutors justice.

So I am going to bed now.

And putting Glasgow aside for now.

OMG!!

I miss Glasgow.

Even though I was there for about 3 days only.

Hahaha.

Too sleepy to explain.

Will be up in an hour’s time; maybe update later.

Ta!

The new title

How very different from the previous title, huh?

Haha.

Was talking to Mars about it when she told me her best friend studies in Glasgow uni.

Well, I practically tell everyone about it nowadays.

I don’t know why; it’s just so funny.

I am serious about doing it, though. Seriously serious.

It frustrates me that I found out about it on my last day in Glasgow.

I would have done it even though all 3 days I was there was raining.

After all, I want to do it in winter.

My clothes would freeze instead of dry, I’m thinking. Haha.

It is also my Twitter bio. Haha.

Anyway, apparently, according to Mars, I do have a plan:

Move to Glasgow, and on the first day, do laundry and drag it to Glasgow Green, hang the clothes and camp there to make sure no one takes them away.

Superbly simple plan.

Though who in the world does laundry on their first day after moving to a new city?

Haha.

But yeah, this is my dearest ambition right now.

And since I feel about 2, or 4… actually, I don’t feel; I act as if I’m 2… or 4. Hahaha.

So, I can say… “when I grow up, I wanna hang clothes to dry at Glasgow Green.”

Amni asked, once I’ve achieved that, what will I do?

Next on the list is to convert to Greek Orthodox for one Easter… About the time after they have finished the mass or whatever they do (okay, I’m really not bothered about the finer things about the religion) and just slightly before they start breaking those red painted eggs.

After that, I’ll leave the religion.

Hahahaha.

Of course this blog will not just talk about that. Seriously; what else can I talk about my wanting to hang clothes at Glasgow Green apart from what I’ve said?

Oh, I emphasize on the fact I just want to hang my laundry there; not actually do my laundry there.

Sheesh.

My idea of doing laundry is still dumping stuff into the machine.

Still, it is me more than Cameras, cookies and Cailean (the last is being hidden behind another but much more expensive Edinburgher sheep in a tartan dress).

And gives people a teaser, if you like, of how I am.

So ridiculously silly. Or like one of my friends said (I can’t remember who now), “so weird that you can’t really use “eccentric” to describe her.”

Hahaha.

And since I’m deleting that thingy at the side now that it doesn’t explain the blog title, I’m copying it here. Just for memory’s sake. Light color so you won’t have to read it, really.

My blog used to be named Camera, cartoons and cakes; then, I thought I preferred cakes. Then I changed cakes with cookies and took out cartoon from the list because I realized my new obsession was sheep, so I used the Malay word for goat, kambing, for my blog, as the word for sheep, kambing biri-biri, was just too long; it became Camera, cookies and kambing. Some time after that, the camera became cameras because I now like several camera models; not just my Nikon p5100. And just three days ago (today’s the 29th of Nov 2008), I decided on the name of one of my sheep plushie, Cailean, pronounced ka-len. It’s a male Scottish name; the sheep is dressed in a kilt and I got it when I was in Edinburgh. It is not my favorite sheep plushie though; my favorite is Gemuk McGrumpy (named because it is fat [gemuk means fat in Malay] and it looks grumpy. The combination makes it so cute. And I got it in Scotland; that’s why the Mc. I’m not a Grey’s Anatomy fan). Still, its name starts with C, so it suits the theme of the title of my blog.

#BoycottScotland

No; regardless of of my complains the last 2 post, I am not boycotting everything Scottish.

My economist mother would kill me if I ever even thought of such thing; Adam Smith, anyone?

See the illogical thing that would be?

Didn’t stop an Economics student from Carnegie-Mellon to say she’ll be boycotting everything Scottish.

Do quit your degree at your university, please.

Still, I am totally addicted to the hashtag on Twitter.

Just shows how stupid the Americans is (what big surprise) and soothe my need to have as much British humor in my life.

Oh, I still use American spelling; big deal. However, I can change. Just that one letter is just so difficult to type.

Anyone who want to do it right, could you not check the boycottscotland.com website. Check this one instead. Tells you how to boycott it properly, though there’s a whole lot more.

It is absolutely amazing.

And the best thing is that the Americans think that the British are actually trying to help them boycott Scotland.

Hahahahhaha.

The website should have added American’s independence to the list as well.

Wouldn’t it be funny… they boycott their independence, and go back to the British… and guess what? The Prime Minister’s Scottish!! Hah!!

And Nina, suddenly for some reason you make me feel guilty of my music taste… 2 songs je come to mind… Both talk about female smokers; Miranda Lambert’s Gunpowder and Lead (wait by the door and light a cigarette) and Franz Ferdinand’s No You Girls (flick your cigarette and kiss me).

But the latter… He probably smokes as well, being British, so no big deal la kan.

The former… Awesome awesome song if you are on a vengeance on a boyfriend. In fact, listen to her whole album; Crazy Ex-Girlfriend. Very crazy ex-gf indeed.

Shisha

An acquaintance whom I assume smokes cigarettes posted this article on shishas up on facebook.

I am rather surprised people don’t think smoking shisha is bad; think that it is not as bad as smoking cigarettes.

I mean, hello!! It is still tobacco!! Why is it less bad?

Is it because the smoke is cooled down by the water?

I don’t know why, but for some reason I’ve always thought between cigarette and shisha, cigarette would pose less harm since you don’t share.

I’m not big with sharing things, so I suppose the bias is there.

Oh, I absolutely can’t stand people smoking. I would go even as far as to ignore friends when they’re smoking sometimes.

I can’t believe some people who smoke shisha actually look down at cigarette smokers!!

C’mon!! You guys are the same, man!!

OMFG.

JPA doesn’t have my degree listed in their recognition of qualification list. My LLB from a top 10 uni.

WTF??

And if you did a feckin’ BIBLICAL STUDIES degree or a Celtic studies degree from bloody Aberdeen, they recognize your degree.

WHAT THE FAAAAAAAAAAAARRRKKKKK????

I should have gone to Aberdeen and did a stupid lousy degree.

Arrgggghhhhhhh!!!

And they fucking recognize an LLB from UNIVERSITY OF GLASGOW!!!!

I thought Scots Law not recognized!!!

And even better, they recognize LLB (Hons) in Scots Law with French Legal Studies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

What the hell?

WHAT THE HELL???????

And they recognize Strathclyde’s as well!!

What the hell did Glasgow do to JPA that they recognize the LLBs from two Glaswegian universities???

I bloody hate Glasgow right now.

Hrmph!!

OMG they recognize Sheffield Hallamm!!

What the hell???

OMG.

I no laik Franz Ferdinand’s Blood.

Don’t ask me why I downloaded (!!! white person white person!!) it.

Probably because, what went into my head when my laptop finally settled (actually, even before that; went I finally reformated it) was “yeay!! Now can download even more albums!!”

Hahaha.

Fasting

Today’s the first day of my fasting after 2 years. Well, in my final year I partly fasted… Before I left for the UK, which got me a sound scolding from my doctorS. Yes, plural. My psychiatrist joined the surgery clinic with scolding me.

Hrmph.

I haven’t recovered; I’m still burping “happily”.

However, I know it is my own fault that I haven’t recovered; I’m the one who’s too lazy to make another appointment after I missed the last one (yet again) when I lost my appointment book.

I don’t know why I go to a hospital which loves to change their phone number. So weird.

Part of the reason why I don’t want to go is because the appointment is to make another appointment… for endoscopy.

Several of my friends ask me why I don’t want to go for endoscopy. Their sibling/friend/cousin have gone through it and they like it; you can get high!!

For someone who gets high on OTC drugs, which means one could get high just about any time and legally, going to hospital to get high is too much trouble.

Also, to have someone ram your throat before you can get high is also bloody stupid, you might as well get high illegally.

Anyway, so because it is, in a way (or probably in every way), my fault that I am not yet “healed”, I decided that this year I will fast.

And I overdid the drinking part.

Drank a bottle of 800ml bottle before I went down to eat, and when I was eating, I drank 3 mugs of water.

I know. So overdid it.

I’m amazed that I didn’t get water poisoning.

I promise I would drink gradually tomorrow.

Seriously man, drinking too much would just make me more thirsty at the end since I pee so often.

Really record breaking peeing. The frequency, I mean.

Hahaha.

Apple products

I wanted to get an iPod when Faliq came to KL… Partly because he could get this tourist thingy that would enable him to get 10% discount, though I didn’t know on what at first.

Went to KLCC and asked the shop what product could we get on discount. The response was the iPod classic and touch.

Sadly, both weren’t available.

Hrmph.

Yes, I want a MacBook Pro. Yes, the reason I know about stuffwhitepeoplelike.com was because Faliq showed me the website, probably after getting so totally frickin’ fed up with my saying “I want a 17 inch MacBook Pro!!!” again and again.

Hehehe.

Oh, I know even without making myself into a white person as per the website has described, I do like the things that have been listed out there.

Haha, yes, I am trying to be a white person.

I am so unique that I want to be amongst a stereotype. I want to be belonged.

By a bunch of people who is seperated from me by the biggest ocean we have; the Pacific.

Right.

Hehe.

So, you know how there’s the laser engraving for iPods?

And you know how iPods are the usual “entry” product before you become a crazy must-have-Apple-product kind of “creative” person?

My iPod would have the engraving of “Nani is on her way to being a white person.”

Lets assume that they would engrave iPhones and MacBooks in the future… And even though I’m not keen on getting an iPhone anyway… My iPhone would have the words “Almost there” engraved.

The MacBook Pro?

Just one word.

“Arrived.”

Hehehehehe.

Thought of rebranding the blog with what I plan to engrave on my future iPod… However, I doubt I would be blogging on how I am on my way to be a white person, ladida. Using it as my blog title would make it seem like I am presenting myself in an angle, you know? But I don’t want that. I want it to be open, not from an angle, could be from all sides, ladida…

However, I do realize that I no longer get excited over cameras, I haven’t been baking and I have absolutely no idea how Cailean is feeling on my sheep shelf.

Hmmmm…

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see more Lolcats and funny pictures

So bloody true!!

And so me!! Hahahaha.

When Katy Perry (@katyperry) twittered “bout 2 take longest flight ever from AUS 2 Glasgow, 25 hours long. I downloaded a bunch of documentaries, 1 bout the end of the world, 2012.”… What went into my head was… “there’s a direct flight from Australia to GLASGOW but not London?????”

Hahahahahaha.

WTF.

Like there’s a plane that could go that far without refueling!!

If it was true, it would probably piss Amy Macdonald (@amymacdonald1) off, since she had to take three connecting flights to get to Glasgow from Sweden. She was on the same side of the world; in fact, same continent!! And this… Hahaha.

Was somewhat relieved when I saw the next few tweets, “stopped to refuel in Singapore. FML… But sure I’ll get some POCKY to match my TIM TAMS. I’ll be a world market by the end of this flight.”

So, the plane stops. Hahaha.

Allergies

Or should I say, fatal allergies, because to talk about just any allergies, the list goes on and on with me.

Surprising that I was a relatively healthy child, to grow up to be so sick.

Anyway, this was triggered by an article I saw somewhere, which I can’t remember where… about someone suing a supermarket because a pineapple hit her head last year.

Don’t even remember which continent it happens. Doesn’t help that I read newspaper from home, the UK and NYC. Weird, huh?

Happened in my first year, when I was absolutely obsessed with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. My British flatmates found it weird that I ate my peanut butter that way. I never eat peanut butter on its own. Also, I was set on staying Americanized.

Ha ha, 18 year old me, you’ll become British in a couple of years; starting your final year and all the way down down down!!

Anyway… So, I was waiting for one of our tutorials which was after some lecture. Do you know just how insane the prices of sandwiches are, especially when you just arrived? And that they’re mostly the savoury kind as well; suitable for lunches, not snacks.

With my usual I-don’t-care-what-you-Brits-think-of-my-sitting-just-about-anywhere (little did I know they too sat just about anywhere; especially in the summer months), I was sitting outside the tutor’s office and started munching on my sandwich, when one of my tutorial mates (for the life of me, I can’t remember who now; forgive me if I ever feed you anything with peanuts) came and plonked him/herself next to me.

What goes on will be put in the form of dialogue. A is the said tutorial mate.

A: So, what are you having there? (now that I think about it, maybe the said person is not British; a bit too nosy, no?)
Me: Peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
A: Peanut butter!!
*pauses*
I’m allergic to peanuts.
Me: Oh.
*uncomfortable pause*
Well, they’re not that great anyway, which is probably why I put such thin layer on my sandwiches.
A: The allergy’s fatal. My tongue gets swollen and it would be difficult for me to breathe.
Me: *in a bored tone* Oh, that would happen to me with pineapples.
A: Really? *suddenly sounds excited* Wow!! I didn’t know it happens with other allergies!!
Me: *very confused that this person sounds excited. Is (s)he insane???* Err… I know it happens to people who has deadly allergies of peanuts.
A: But you know, at least yours is to a pineapple *(I’m pretty positive about this; (s)he sounded) jealous*
Me: Err… Isn’t it just as bad? After all, it could still kill you, after all.
A: Well, when you think about it, there are less things that might have pineapples in it. Look at every thing at the shops, they would have “might contain traces of peanuts” or some sort of warning that there’s peanuts or whatever.
Me: *in my head* I suppose because there are more people that are allergic to peanuts here than pineapples anywhere in the world; no such thing at home anyway!!
*out loud* Well, with pineapples, I would have to check for the ingredient on my own. In a way, you guys have it easy, having the warning there for you already.
A: Yeah, but c’mon!! I was cheated of a childhood where I could eat peanut butter sandwiches for tea like you’re doing now!!
Me: I’m cheated out of the “pleasure” of eating pineapple jam tarts and a lot more traditional food of my culture.
A: Okay, fine, we’ll stop listing out what we’re missing out. Let’s concentrate on what happens if we accidentally consume this annoying thing we’re allergic to. Wouldn’t you rather be killed by something scary looking rather than something cutesy looking like a peanut?
Me: Excuse me?
A: Look at pineapples. They’re scary looking. They’re big, prickly… they even have a crown to declare who’s king!! You could even use it to hit someone on the head and that person might get a concussion or something.
Me: Right…
A: And look at peanuts!! They’re tiny and cute and so harmless. But with me, it’ll give the same effects as a scary looking pineapple would give to you. C’mon, wouldn’t you rather be killed by something that is scary looking, at the very least?

The tutor walks by and opens the door and lets us in. A had no chance of continuing his/her theory. Everyone else were sniggering.

Why do I attract such people? Sigh…

They’re not exact quotes, obviously. It’s been 4 years.

But, yeah, wouldn’t you rather be killed by something scary looking?

WTF!!

I don’t think I would like to choke on my own tongue!!

Edit: I am having Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups now… And I’m thinking, yes, I am lucky I am not allergic to peanuts (note I am not saying I’m lucky I’m allergic to pineapple. Lucky is not being allergic to anything). Seriously man… Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!! Yummy!!

Pineapple tarts can go to hell man. Hahaha.

I don’t bloody care that I have twittered about this, but I have to announce it to everything that I have an account with.

Okay, I am not bothering with facebook, but what the hey.

I AM NOW USING MY LAPTOP!!!!! MY VERY OWN 14 INCH DELL LAPTOP!!!

Regardless of the fact that it is a pain in the arse, it is behaving right now. I am in love with my cousin’s friend. I don’t care if the guy’s her boyfriend; I’m not bothering to ask.

And anyway, I only “love” him because my laptop is behaving and it is reformated and bladiblabla. Not the first person I like because of something stupid, eh? And this one is more sane than the other.

God knows what he did, but I can also use Windows Media Player and install Windows Live Messenger without any problems!!

Yeay!!!!

I know it is unbelievable that I am so ridiculously happy with getting my laptop back, but seriously, the netbook fucking sucks!! Urgh. Absolutely vile stuff. Seriously. Gahh. Bleurgh.

Gave me a terrible headache, it has horrible speakers, and considering it was made so that you could go online absolutely anywhere, it loads everything so bloody slowly.

And guess what? The RAM is the same as mine!!

The so-called mobility it offers is not bloody worth it!! Combined with the heat… Seriously. If you get it for free, sell it ASAP and get another proper sized laptop; at least 12 inches. It is not THAT much heavier anyway. And that extra weight will be so bloody worth it.

As of now, I am content with my Dell.

Of course I still want my 17 inch MacBook Pro. That is my ultimate dream. I want to be a white person. Bleeeeekkkk.

I’m going to be racist here somewhat; but really, are Greeks white? I mean, they’re so… tanned. At least, the ones I came across were. Or maybe they’re fair, underneath all the hair, though they were balding as well. Hmmm…

Was telling Amni; imagine, seeing your tutor’s name like so bloody ridiculously complicatedly Greek, and then you enter the tutorial room and get this blonde hair blue eyed person. I’ll soooo go “you’re really not my tutor. Seriously, where is he/she?”

I did something like that… though more along the lines of age; I couldn’t believe the supposedly “Dr” was in his early 30s/ late 20s. Lecturer, thank God. And my friends couldn’t stop laughing. Good thing he was giving out our lecture notes.

It was my first day of lectures.

Today, or more like yesterday, marks the 5 year aniversary of my knowing my offer and not following the bloody obvious omen of not doing a law degree. The sign? A big feckin C for my A-levels Law. Bleh.

A total eejit I was.

It was also the aniversary of my having only 33 teeth.

Oh, the normal amount is 32, but I used to have 39.

Weirdest thing is that I only knew about that fact for less than a week before I had to have them removed.

Okay not really had… Oh well. Forget it.

Regardless, I am using my own lappie!!

Though Firefox refused to be installed. Whatever. I’ll just use Chrome from now on.

Haven’t installed iTunes as I decided to rename the folders instead. Put the years and bladiblabla.

Will be using WMP or RealPlayer for now.

By choice, so not so bad.

But whatever; I have my laptop back!!! Yeay!!

Oh, it has only been, what, 2 days? I’m acting like I lost it for over a year.

Hahaha.

But really, netbooks SUCK!! Don’t get them!!

Socks

I’m sorting out my wardrobe… And I realized that I’m missing a lot of socks.

Or more like, I know I didn’t bring them back, so I keep asking myself, why? Where are my colorful and cute socks which embarrass my mother regardless of the fact that they’re ankle socks, hence no one would be able to see it due to it being covered by my sneakers?

Why did I get socks that were mostly black and only had smiley faces and the names of the days on the soles of the sock?

What happened to the socks that when I show my mother, she’ll look at me and ask “would a 17/18/19/20/21 year old really wear those kind of socks?”

Duhh!! Of course they would!! Especially after 11 years of wearing boring plain white cotton, who wouldn’t want to wear silly socks?

Well, I would anyway.

However, like my cousin pointed out, the colorful socks has been replaced by colorful tights. Or at least, bright hued, one colored tights.

Tights, mind you. Not those pre-Napier Barlinnie prison deserving leggings.

Nyahaha

Skeleton song

Apart from the description of the skeleton in the song, it is pretty much how I am feeling with my laptop right now.

Doesn’t help the hammer is in my room and next to my bed.

Sigh.

Here’s the song. Wanted to put a live one, but most of the videos are crap.

Netbooks

I am currently using one. Couldn’t explain why the last post because got so frustrated. Fiddled with the screen resolution, and found something that allows me to see everything and allow me to click the full screen thingy.

So, when I finally manage to download all the drivers to be reinstalled once my laptop was reformated, I was estatic. Finally, I would be able to use iTunes to play my songs and have a Google toolbar on my Firefox (though it might be possible I would be sticking to Chrome. Not sure yet…).

However, that wasn’t the case.

We spent from 11pm till 2.30am, waiting for it to be done. When it wass “done”, my cousin was checking stuff and found that my things were still there. Not just in the D hardrive, but also C. The only thing it did was not recognize most of the hardware attached to the computer. WTF?

Tried again, and again, and again. The same thing happened.

Truly, if I wasn’t getting a Mac for my next computer, I wouldn’t think of getting a Dell ever again. Reformating is such a pain in the arse. No wonder my friends who get Dell usually just buy a new computer instead of bothering to reformat it. But it is so wasting, and what the hell am I going to do with the unusuable laptop now? Just let  it collect dust and worsen my allergies?

Even more annoying since they have changed most of the outsides of my laptop; it is just the insides that are giving me problems.

Only the first few months that that laptop was sane. For some annoying reason, IE, regardless of which laptop I’m using, would screw up on me. Which is why I made sure I downloaded Chrome when I realized I had to be using this stupid laptop.

Typing is such a pain in the arse. Typing words are easy. However, to make sure everything is properly capitalized and what not is not. The shift button is after the arrow buttons, and it is ridiculously short. Seriously, the lightness of the laptop is so not worth it!! You’re better off suffering just a teeny tiny  bit with a 12 inch than this crappy thing posing as a PC. And it gets hot bloody fast!!

I don’t think you should even think of using this in Scotland, and if you do in London, you’re insane. Acceptable in the Nordic countries, and maybe Eastern European… Or in Mids of the US and Canada, and even then only in winter.

It should not even be allowed to enter a tropic country such as Malaysia!!

God!!

And you know what? The biggest irony is that it is mostly the older people that uses this tiny crap!! Because a proper sized laptop is just too bloody heavy. These are the people who can actually afford to get a car to lug the oh-so-heavy laptops around the city (and wouldn’t even think of taking the public transport, ever, anyway) and have dwindling eyesights. Weird, huh?

I don’t even have the mood to rant because it is such a pain in the arse.

Arrggghhhh!!!

It is just so bloody frustrating to try and do research.

It is times like these that I feel most frustrated and stressful that I don’t have a job.

Sigh…

OMG!! I thought my need to grumble would overcome my typing problems…  But now I see I have a bigger problem when it comes to wanting to blog.

The small screen has forced everything to be push together… So I might be typing gibberish on one end for all I know. Arrggghhhh!!!!!!

I hate tiny screens.

Want my 17 inch MacBook Pro NOW!!!!!!!

Arrgggghhhhhh!!!!

I fucking hate eejits who fold books.

Especially my books.

And even if that person is my own mother.

Urgh!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGHHH!!!!

Of course I would feel that way; I’ve used a 20 quid note as a bloody bookmark because that was the only thing I could slip into a book.

Wouldn’t you just love having that book eh?

Robin Hood

I was arranging my many many books and I came across this book on Robin Hood.

Of course, studying in that city where he supposedly committed his crime but never actually knowing the actual facts apart from where is Maid Marian Way and Friar Lane, I was intrigued. I never knew that there was a book on Robin Hood. I do have a retelling of the story by Theresa Tomlinson; the Forest Wife trilogy, but I haven’t finished reading it.

Bought the book early of the year and forgot about it till today.

And remembered about this story one of the tour guides told when I was in Scotland.

About William Wallace and how similar his life story was with Robin Hood.

He wears green… He was supposed to marry a lady called Marion… Bladiblabla. I can’t remember. That particular guy was a bit too optimistic for me. The only reason I didn’t feel like bashing him up was that he played three of Amy Macdonald’s songs, and a song from KT Tunstall that I liked. And that he has a “wee lad” that he has to support.

Got me thinking though…

How did a Lowlander’s life story became an East Midlander folklore?

Rather far, don’t you think?

How can arts students think that drama students are more pretentious than them?

How???

Tell me how!!!

Like I’m either; but I remember the times I wanted to be both.

Hahaha.

But really… artists are like burdens to tax payers.

Especially modern artists.

I hate modern art.

On another note, if Lady GaGa and Franz Ferdinand ever collaborate, I imagine that they’ll just be a Duke of Wellington and a traffic cone short of being Gallery of Modern Art, Glasgow. And a so-called “human rights” exhib short.

Though maybe if one of them was gay… Or bi… Or whatever.

The sh[OUT] exhib was soooooooooooooooo not human rights!! Why can’t they call it gay rights or something instead of human rights? Like there’s only one human right ever. And they’re not really contemporary art. I hardly went “what the fuck” at most of the art. Well, maybe that tree thingy. I still can’t figure that out.

Oh man, I actually went into a modern art gallery!!

Akkk!!

I still think the best form of art in Glasgow is when the Duke of Wellington is “crowned”.

Though I have a picture of the horse being crowned instead. Hahaha. And a pigeon shitting on Wellinton as well.

God knows how many times did I actually went and admire that form of art.

Hahaha.

Hot stuff

Reading stuffwhitepeoplelike.com as I am updating my “How white am I?” page…

And I was reading the article on Sweaters and Scarves…

It suddenly reminded me of a statement Sangee made of one of our profs. Something along the lines of “and he knows he’s hot stuff, what with his jumper and jeans that he wears everyday.”

The said prof also has this annoying habit of messing up his hair while he’s lecturing.

Since then, every time we see someone wearing the jeans and jumper combination, we’ll go “ooooo!! Hot stuff hot stuff!! like a bunch of idiots.

The ridiculously stupid thing is that most people actually turn up like that to lectures; student and lecturer alike.

Heck, if following that, half of my tutors are “hot stuff”.

But it is so ridiculously funny to do that. Hahaha.

I miss uni.

Student?

Since I am unemployed, the banks decided to classify me as a student when I was opening an account with them today.

They asked me which university I was in.

I looked outside. It was raining heavily.

“Glasgow School of Art,” I replied. For some reason I felt like saying I was doing a BA in Arts.

God knows why.

And since my mother’s still pissed about my going to Glasgow 3 months ago (the ironic thing is that she was against my going to Edinburgh again before I left for LHR. Weird woman), I thought, why not?

Doubt I’ll ever bother applying there anyway. Too modern art-y for me, I find.

Not that I actually went to their campus.

I looked up the bloody slope, and was thinking, “man, you should be grateful that that stupid slope wasn’t this steep.”

So I made my imaginary bank account self go up that ridiculously steep slope for 3 years.

Man, my legs would turn out so muscly when I graduate. Eeeeee.

Haha!!

My Scottish accent is now crap. At least, I would like to think so.

Tried reading out Comin’ Through the Rye by Rabbie Burns. Sound like an American trying to speak Scots.

Now I can happily go back to Glasgow and they wouldn’t think I am a student at one of the universities.

Weee!!!

I know; I’m a bit of a nut right now.

On another note, I promise not to immitate my lecturer’s accent anymore.

Especially if I decide to go to a Southern uni. Hahahaha.

iTunes 2

I don’t know if I have complained about it, but what I blabbed about here is nothing compared to what I am going through now.

My iTunes got corrupted. I couldn’t uninstall or reinstall it. My laptop absolutely refuse to do it.

I also can’t reformat the damn thing because I lost the CD which has the installer for the hardwares that makes my laptop a properly functioning laptop. I called Dell and they told me that I could download it online.

However, I’ve been trying to do that for the past few days, and I can’t.

Been trying to do that the whole day, and it keeps saying there is nothing to download.

Seriously?

I need to download it before I do the bloody reformating!! If not, I can’t even install the WiFi detector!!

Arrrgggghhhhh!!!

I’m royally pissed.

I really wish the bloody CD would just suddenly pop out of nowhere. Or Dell’s website finally behaving itself and let me download the damn files!!

Arrgggghhhhhh!!!!

And my mother’s external HDD corrupted some of my Words files.

Urgh.

So bloody annoying.

I don’t know why this laptop gives me so many problems. It’s not because of the fact I’m currently not using the original Windows; even before I reformated it, I’ve been having problems.

Heck, even my laptop previously was giving me problems. I couldn’t use IE.

I wish I had the money to get my prized 17 inch MacBook Pro.

Could detect a MacBook from faaaaarr away.

That’s my superpower; finding MacBooks.

What a load of bull.

I’m just obsessed. Sigh…

I need new gadgets; a new laptop, a new phone, a new mp3 player. Everything is falling apart on me. Sigh.