tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75746866154630041972024-03-14T05:10:13.401+00:00Searching for SapienceUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger120125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-62105638373289380652011-02-26T20:00:00.004+00:002011-02-26T20:24:04.714+00:00Disappointing demoOn Thursday I went to a sleepout to raise awareness about destitute asylum seekers. Unfortunately I decided to leave before too long. It wasn't because I'm not brave enough to face sleeping on the streets on a bitterly cold winter's night. (I'm not, but it wasn't that cold.) It was because the event was poorly organised. Now, there's a difference between an event being disorganised and poorly Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-13676365430087519702011-02-10T01:02:00.003+00:002011-02-10T23:25:48.572+00:00Red CrossAs I mentioned in a previous post, I've started volunteering for the Red Cross. As a part of this, I've had to do several sessions of training. As of this week, I've finished. Hooray!I must admit, some of the training sessions were more interesting than others. Unfortunately, there was also a bit of a problem with one or two other people on the course. In particular, there was one who achieved toUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-73800588809023007652011-02-06T20:53:00.007+00:002011-02-06T21:29:37.871+00:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!Today is my birthday! And, because it was my birthday, I've had a very exciting weekend. Of course, all my weekends are exciting.My exciting lifeI've actually had quite a nice day. Relaxing and quiet. I've also eaten lots of birthday related food. A balanced diet...My lovely flatmates bought me a cake and some chocolate, so I blame them for my unhealthy diet today. But actually, I've had quite a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-47679834096694289922011-01-21T20:32:00.004+00:002011-01-21T21:04:37.958+00:00Bad moodUsually I'm a very happy person. That's mainly because I'm blissfully oblivious to the world around me.That was one crazy afternoon.But I must confess that today I was in a bit of a grump. There wasn't any reason why I was in such a bad mood. But that just makes it worse, because I get annoyed with myself for being grumpy for no reason, and it becomes a vicious cycle of murderous rage.So before Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-63271498662279874242011-01-18T16:49:00.003+00:002011-01-18T17:36:01.592+00:00Which picture best represents your life?At Christian Union yesterday, we did an activity where you answered a questionnaire using a set of pictures instead of using words. So you'd have a question like, How do you feel about your life at the moment? and a set of generic pictures like: It was surprisingly interesting and thought-provoking. It's the sort of thing that counsellors ask clients to do to think about their lives. My brotherUnknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-29388836174043120612011-01-15T21:19:00.009+00:002011-01-15T22:08:32.901+00:00Surviving a First Aid courseI went on a first aid course this week. I will confess that I was somewhat nervous. There were three reasons for this:#1 Responsibility scares meI find it difficult remembering my own name* and anything else which is remotely connected to real life. Once a friend asked me for my telephone number, which I duly gave her. But the number wasn't mine: it was another friend's. I'm sure my friends Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-40897927859195256992011-01-08T22:06:00.005+00:002011-01-08T22:36:18.185+00:00My eggcellent year so farI hope you've had a great 2011 so far, and what a year it's predicted to be. So far I... have had no running water for three consecutive days.opened my new 'hi-techpoint' gel pens, to much excitement.Spent hours staring at Arabic vocabulary I'm meant to already know.had a fight with a teflon coated saucepan. Teflon is my number #2 mortal enemy after clingfilm. Me and clingfilm don't go together Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-61613302978765344822011-01-04T21:42:00.004+00:002011-01-04T22:34:37.315+00:00Why I'm destined for a life of povertyFor Christmas, some of my relatives gave me money instead of a present, because I've told everyone I know how desperately poor I am and how I've only enough money to eat extra value pasta and free samples from the cheese counter (if you donate just £2 a week...). Some of them gave me the money in cheque form. Unfortunately, cheques require going to the bank. This is where my problems started.It Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-35634967746029071292010-12-31T18:12:00.004+00:002010-12-31T19:30:03.886+00:00We wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!I haven't blogged in a while because I've been at home, cut off by blizzards of snow, and a three day walk from an internet connection. Well, that's a lie, but there's been some snow, and my computer is in London, so I've had to use my brother's old laptop.So this is ChristmasHere's a quick lowdown* of what I've done during the Christmas holidays.1. My lovely girlfriend came for Christmas.2. My Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-763859501823555682010-12-10T21:53:00.002+00:002010-12-10T22:01:34.408+00:00Adult Authority FigureI haven't posted anything much in a while, but I was just thinking of a conversation children often have with their parents or teachers. It has to be one of the most annoying things an adult can say to a child.Child: How do you spell catharsis?*Adult Authority Figure: Look it up in the dictionary.What is that all about? It's a) completely illogical, b) lazy and c) just an attempt by Adult Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-16719278798382645412010-12-05T05:34:00.007+00:002010-12-05T12:38:28.869+00:00Grammar Nazi: Or why I don't have friendsI'm a Nazi. A grammar Nazi. When I see a missing apostrophe, a they're/their/there identity crisis or too many dots in an ellipsis (it has three, is that too hard people?), I have a minor heart attack. Unfortunately Facebook is the worst place for grammatical accuracy known to mankind. And also, unfortunately for me, I have the ability to write an obnoxious comment back.Alas, this unhealthy Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-69881065665719342802010-12-04T21:39:00.002+00:002010-12-04T21:54:59.907+00:00Essay WoesToday I've been trying to write an essay. It's about the 1948 Arab-Israeli War. It all started well. I went to the library and took out four giant books which seemed relevant to the topic. Three of them have 1948 in the title and two of them have the word 'war'. I thought that was a big hint. I took them home, nearly breaking my back in the process, and started to read them. This is where my Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-87033594314859455352010-12-03T19:29:00.004+00:002010-12-03T19:53:25.209+00:00Four reasons why people think I'm crazySometimes I get the impression that people think I'm crazy. It took me a while to work out why. But I eventually came up with four reasons why people might assume I've got a screw loose. So here they are.#1 I talk to myselfAnd sometimes sing to myself. In public. Which for some people is a sign of insanity. Sometimes I'm not alone, but that means I look like I'm singing at someone, which is worseUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-65580657174449894672010-12-02T21:23:00.004+00:002010-12-02T21:33:36.020+00:00British WeatherBritish weather has a bad reputation. In fact, some people say that Britain has the worst weather in the world. There's a really good reason for this. And no, it's not the weather. It's the British. You see, the British love to moan.Whatever the weather, there's something wrong with it. Even if it's good weather, if it lasts for more than a day, then people start talking of drought and hosepipe Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-1880169790700390422010-11-30T21:31:00.003+00:002010-11-30T22:05:24.006+00:00Snow!It snowed today here in London. So as I was walking through the blizzard flurry few snowflakes I decided to provide myself with a wintry mental soundtrack, including:And:I was also aware of the number of friends I have on Facebook who work in schools due to statuses like this:Friend 1: Snow Day!Friend 2: School closed for the day! Woohoo!Friend 3: Day off work today, school closed. Anyone with a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-64191836738482838682010-11-29T22:31:00.003+00:002010-11-29T22:51:53.366+00:00Bristol Stool ChartI just received a comment in my last post from an avid reader fan stalker friend who was evidently annoyed that I did not mention a particularly ingenious frape committed jointly by herself and my brother. Shmead no. 1 has just achieved a Bristol Stool Chart no. 4 with great satisfaction and barely had to wipe.If you are unaware of what the Bristol Stool Chart is, it is quite simply the best Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-27336297342079564432010-11-29T18:45:00.002+00:002010-11-29T19:04:07.420+00:00Freezingness and frapesSuper hi to all!So, this weekend I went to Manchester to visit my lovely girlfriend. It was a great weekend. I got to listen to said girlfriend perform in a concert, and got to look around a city I'd never visited before. It was nice. The only thing, it was freezing. I mean properly cold. Like this cold:Yeah, I know it's in German. Whenever I see Germans in military uniform in a film, I always Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-22254430644702143012010-11-25T00:26:00.006+00:002010-11-25T00:53:47.673+00:00Excessive positivityMy friend and I were talking yesterday about a colleague of hers who was constantly moany and negative.How I imagine her officeI told her, that to combat it, she should cancel it out with an annoying level of positivity.I thought about drawing a horse, but I didn't think that'd go too well.For every annoying negative comment, my friend would have to respond with an equally annoying positive Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-49741685651085692662010-11-24T23:40:00.003+00:002010-11-24T23:52:46.487+00:00I wish I knew I wish I knew what the symbols on my oven meant. I think I've just grilled a pizza for twenty minutes.Edit: After googling a description of the oven and eventually finding a PDF of the manual (I was planning to link to it here, but I then realised that no-one in their right mind would spend their free time reading the manual to an oven they don't own) and I did indeed grill my pizza. Although Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-43177787413967171282010-11-24T20:00:00.009+00:002010-11-29T19:41:33.931+00:00Pavement hogsI tend to walk a lot. This is because a) I'm too poor to afford a car or public transport and b) I'm too scared to ride a bike in London. This set up generally serves me well, because I live in walking distance of university, several supermarkets, and most other things that will keep me happy and alive.However, I have noticed that whenever I am in a hurry, there is always someone in front of me Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-71958636500977259952010-11-24T17:55:00.007+00:002010-11-24T20:49:20.654+00:00Lies, Damned Lies and StatisticsI've just been looking at the statistics of my blog, which I find very perplexing. Apparently, my most viewed entry, with over 2,000 hits, was one about the film 'Che', followed by a bit of ranting about Barack Obama.If I was a media analyst, I wonder what I'd learn from this. If I wanted more hits, should I write about South American revolutionaries?Simón Bolívar was a South American Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-30181166934437792522010-11-23T09:38:00.006+00:002010-11-23T15:21:23.303+00:00The Awkwardness of not learning namesI am really regretting being lazy and not making an effort to learn people's names. The time where it was socially acceptable to ask them their name is way past. And what's worse is that everyone seems to have learnt my name. So I now am left having conversations like:Nameless person: Hi, Stephen!Me: Oh ... hi, Mumblemumble! How are you?And I just have to hope they don't notice that I'm calling Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-68582318754836114562010-11-18T14:34:00.005+00:002010-11-23T15:20:49.455+00:00C is for cookieI've been ill. I won't give any details, but let's just put it like this: I can't be more than thirty seconds away from a bathroom. And because I've been ill, I've been wasting my time on the internet looking at completely random rubbish. This has included me browsing through Wikipedia's list of amusing vandalism. My favourite so far has to be the analysis of the Sesame Street masterpiece, C is Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-46573318595207946402010-11-09T12:14:00.005+00:002010-11-23T15:21:55.103+00:00The opticiansI needed a new pair of glasses. I've needed one since around February. So I finally got round to booking myself in for an eyetest to buy a new pair of eyes. I always feel slightly nervous with eyetests. I know I'm there so they can test my eyes, but I always feel as if I'm being judged, and as if it's some sort of trick.Can you read out the letters you can see? By the way, this is called a Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7574686615463004197.post-79370458694409969092010-11-07T11:40:00.007+00:002010-11-23T15:22:17.306+00:00Modern artI haven't updated again in a while. I am very sowwy. I wanted to insert a smilie here, just to show how sowwy I actually was, but blogger wouldn't let me. Don't you love smilies? They're so last decade. A great big smilie just for you. I made it myself. Can you tell?(I almost wrote 'their so last decade', a grammatical crime so awful I would have probably spontaneously vomited when I realised. Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0