tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252175082010-03-24T19:12:03.122+08:00Elle E.noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-59746415694352427682010-01-01T16:12:00.003+08:002010-01-01T16:16:16.064+08:00

Nandhini says: Keep your jobs, don't quit school, stay healthy and grow older people!

Elle E.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-80410371152137202902009-12-24T20:39:00.002+08:002009-12-24T20:43:09.428+08:00

Hello, hello. I’ve not accustomed myself to running around for a long time now. And then, suddenly, my parents decide to go to India (again!) and take a dip in the dirtiest river in the world, the Ganges. Now, I’m racing around, back and forth work places and home - where the poor doggie awaits someone’s return with a philosophical determination that baffles me – and trying not to succumb to the

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For quite some time now, I've been at home... I quit my job months ago and decided to take a well deserved break. I told Mother I needed a month to recuperate from the accumulated stress - from the 'daily grind' you know. It became two months, then three... Well, I'm still here, suddenly facing the end of another year. How did that happen? So, yeah. Now I've got a lot of time on my hands.

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Zimtsternes are cinnamon cookies traditionally eaten during Christmas but I decided to make them one rainy Sunday afternoon last month. I thought, "Why not? I haven't baked anything in centuries. Must polish what meagre skills I possess..." So I set about with a premonition of delicious cookies decided in my head. The recipe I fished out from my book of recipes which I'd gathered over some years;

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Switch off those lights. Vote Earth.

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I'm thinking of what to do with this blog. I can't be unnatural and put up things I like from YouTube on my blog (see useless previous post), or some other random link that I find dreadfully interesting. I also do not come from the school of phloggers, those individuals who think photographs are literally worth the proverbial thousand words. I used to think I had some slightly interesting things

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I love you too Emma but Stephen is too, too fine. *tragic sigh* Watch all sketches from the Cambridge Footlights Revue here.

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To all Christian friends: Have a happy Christmas! To everyone else: Have a good year end break! 2009 is just round the corner...

Elle E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-76239730871566907042008-12-23T15:33:00.005+08:002008-12-23T15:49:49.672+08:00

Farrah! I love how Horatio's nostrils compress and almost close up when he goes 'Fiyah!" He he he ;P And 'Willoughby' playing the Frenchman, Major Andre Cotard, is such a treat - it's always fun watching English actors play Frenchmen or Americans.

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Your result for The Classic Dames Test...Katharine HepburnYou scored 19% grit, 43% wit, 38% flair, and 19% class! You are the fabulously quirky and independent woman of character. You go your own way, follow your own drummer, take your own lead. You stand head and shoulders next to your partner, but you are perfectly willing and able to stand alone. Others might be more classically

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This is something from last year actually. I finally got around to uploading it on YouTube. A bird was in my room when I walked in one morning. It was perched on my chair and clearly was as shocked as I was when we both came face to face. I don't know how it got in... There are no open windows in my work place. It must have taken the lift and come through the front entrance of my office.

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Ok, so the credits roll by and I sit there with a stupid grin on my face. Kind of like the Joker's, except not as menacing. I couldn't control my excitement. The movie exceeded my expectations, on all counts. Batman Begins, to me, was average, bordering on good. I gave it a 2.5 out of 5. (Don't send me death threats.) The Dark Knight is a 5 out of 5 movie. It deserves every bit of press hysteria

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Title: Atonement Director: Joe Wright Rating: 3.5/5 Briony when she's 13... Her earnestness and her desire for the housekeeper's son, Robbie, take her in the most horribly wrong direction. Saoirse Ronan's face! My god! Those icy cold eyes, that neat, short blonde hair and her frequent appearences in white frocks combine to create a striking character. I really like James McAvoy here. He's

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I'm afraid I've succumbed to the stern brow of Mr Thornton. I went to buy the DVD of North & South, finding it cheaper than I'd have thought and discovering thereafter many missing scenes. Ah me! No matter. The only scenes that matter are those with Thornton. How could Mr Lennox have stood a chance against that guy? Goes to show guys have the fattest egos. And responding to a comment by

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i'm feeling high. I'm on medication for the past 3 days and I haven't gone to work. My tonsils are working against me again. One more reason why I shouldn't be a teacher. I wanted to write some meaningful review of North and South, the BBC drama. That the quality of the production was very high and that the casting was almost perfect. And something or other about the hotman, RIchard Armitage, an

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The Boleyn Inheritance is Philippa Gregory's latest in the "Tudor Court Novels" and it's the book I'm currently reading. I've got to say that Henry Tudor is really starting to annoy me. He sucks young women's blood. I'm trying to avoid glancing at that portait of him - he stands there smugly on the spine of Antonia Fraser's The Six Wives of Henry VIII directly in my gaze. I want to take

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Let me BLOG. Genie sent me a Christmas card and I got a bit exasperated. I thought we stopped that strange meaningless tradition between ourselves of sending cards for a religious holiday we have no part in... Genie dear, if you're reading this, don't send me Christmas cards anymore. I don't care about Christmas - you know that. Now I have to go shopping for cards. Pfft. Did anyone catch the

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Title: Vile Bodies Author: Evelyn Waugh Genre: Fiction, 20th century classics Publication: Penguin Books Ltd; New edition (3 Feb 2000) Paperback: 256 pages ISBN: 0141182873 Endcap: 2.5/5 The good things first. The cover is absolutely stunning. It's an original illustration from Vanity Fair, 1928. The novel starts out funny, quaint jazz age, English upper crust funny. Every English

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He sends me emails and demands that I give him his Children's Day present. What can one do in such a situation? Raise an eyebrow and get the criminal cheap candy... Things are looking up. I feel rather more positive after almost 7 months of disgusted work related issues. I think I can safely state that I will only be doing my own goddamned work and not everyone else's. A person left and it's

Elle E.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25217508.post-20863523287974636802007-10-30T19:12:00.001+08:002009-09-16T13:31:47.627+08:00

I have fashioned my sobriquet without realising that it's the same name they have for a fashion label and a stupid fashion magazine. Are the two even connected? Don't be quick to judge me. I'll make the job easier for you and do so myself. I have no idea if the 2 are intertwined or one of the same thing. They have the same font style on their logos. Hmm. A mighty puzzle. I fashioned my name out

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New layout that features an old design. I'm not in a hurry to tweak everything now. I'll sit back and admire my darling Rochestor. I love that guy. And Johnny Depp was a sucky Rochestor, don't you think? DeVotchKa is now my favourite band.

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This long unacknowledged fetish I have for ring notebooks and pens is coming to the surface more readily as I get older. My sister counted the number of pens I have. 40. Wow. I used to steal her pens when I was in primary school cos I didn't have enough pocket money to get them. I'd keep quiet and deny all knowledge of the missing pen until she forcibly looked into my pencil case. The shame never

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