tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32910032011-12-22T08:57:20.945ZStarshine babyweblog of a pharmacist.Lan Lannoreply@blogger.comBlogger1461100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-73794465468223271502009-11-28T11:45:00.002Z2009-11-28T12:04:34.869ZI think you tried to phone me today, I hadn't really gotten out of bed then and I wasn't ready to talk just yet. As you guessed I am upset. you tell me last Tuesday that you're not going to come over on Thursday, and then on Wednesday that you're not going to come over next week either. Your reasons for the first week is that you have to do housework and that you spent four days at my place. I amLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-17388484187690102462009-11-27T20:09:00.005Z2009-11-27T21:13:53.408ZYou tell me on Tuesday that you're not going to come over on Thursday. Then on Wednesday that you're not going to come over next week either. Your reason for not coming over this week is because you want to do house work, which I appreciate... but you know it still hurts. I appreciate that you are tired at the end of your day and you don't want to travel to my place, but even so what it ends up Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-38925217413510901702009-11-27T19:59:00.000Z2009-11-27T20:08:25.100Z Hi Sweetheart, I don't want to sound like I don't support your studies, because I do, but I sense there is more to it than this. You've cancelled at short notice with no hint of regret for not coming; no offer to spend just one evening rather than the weekend; no discussion of any kind. You well know that we won't be seeing each other for two weeks as a result. Perhaps you were Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-10408212620511443812008-12-17T22:39:00.002Z2008-12-17T22:40:02.102ZLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-45407260762913590292008-12-17T22:07:00.000Z2008-12-17T22:09:18.752ZLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-23225071991175362552008-11-16T00:01:00.000Z2008-11-16T00:02:08.403ZLove you Chris. Forever and ever. xLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-92050625057026254412008-11-15T22:51:00.003Z2008-11-15T23:44:01.515ZI've just come back from spending two days in Paris with my mother.It was a break within a break, a departure from my usual non routine, probably well needed. My mum was good company, although it was like a pensioner's outing, but so what? Perhaps this is what comes of being the ugly one, left on the shelf; or perhaps the one least willing to compromise.I can't get used to my hair, I hate the wayLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-57008676514373440912008-11-12T18:53:00.005Z2008-11-15T23:47:02.710ZI can't believe its been almost a year since my last blog!Updates:-I gave up on California, and the USA, I'm going to stay in London for the foreseeable future, and Hong Kong is always a possibility...-I contacted American ex at the beginning of the year when I was in California, he was still his same boring self, still up to nothing, still not sure what to do with his life. I haven't heard from Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-88802468487778794482007-12-01T16:13:00.001Z2007-12-01T16:13:59.122ZE-mail to the ExYou always tell me to tell you when you do something to upset me. And yet I didn't feel I could because I knew it would just spark off an argument. You want people to tell you, and yet you can not take criticism. You don't take criticism on board, and you think you are right and everybody else is wrong. You get pissed off when people forget to do things for you, and yet you often forget to do Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-76905856828065953592007-12-01T12:44:00.000Z2007-12-01T13:28:09.573ZMy December Social CalenderIt's funny, a year ago my social life and work life was DOA, and my love life was kind of there but on its last legs. But now since the discovery of all these social networks via the wonderous internet, it's certainly transformed, if not perfect. More a work in progress (do I really want to mess that up by going off to the states next year? Hmm). There's little to be done about my love life, but Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-50850665789424691272007-11-25T21:15:00.000Z2007-11-25T21:35:00.420ZEverything changesThings that have happened since March 2007.- I broke up with American Bill.- I passed that USA pharmacy exam (FPGEE) and now have the certificate which allows me to apply for work in the US.- I was discharged from the Hammersmith hospital, after refusing to have the hemithyroidectomy op for the 5th time.- I went to China for 2.5 weeks, and was reunited with my BFF from 20 years ago, Denise, in Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-45406516707220508972007-03-31T11:08:00.000Z2007-03-31T18:06:18.365ZNight out in BedfordI 'went out' for the first time ever in Bedford last night, with my work colleagues. It was surprisingly pleasant. I say surprisingly because I had some trepidations regarding some of the younger members of staff, namely two young technicians, who behave like immature brats and treat the dispensary like a playground. Needless to say I was always the wall flower in playground situations when I Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-78569864471842095392007-03-11T10:54:00.000Z2007-03-11T11:39:43.224ZOne funny post for Comic ReliefI was having a browse through some of my favourite weblogs, and saw on petite anglais that Troubled Diva is compiling a book on funny blog posts from UK bloggers for Comic Relief. As eager as I always am for any kind of recognition, I had a trawl through my own posts. Because, you know, I think I'm funny, and I think I can write pretty good; surely, surely, there'd Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-31692329463333866692007-03-03T14:06:00.000Z2007-03-04T11:06:42.792ZGilbert and GeorgeI went out with the Art club again last night. I can't imagine my life without this new discovery of mine, or rather, I'd rather not, social black hole that it is. It was a Late at the Tate night last night. You see, I really can't do late at the Tate with any of my friends, just the mere mention of going to an art gallery on Friday night would have them looking at me like I Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-14505679816350393172007-03-03T13:51:00.000Z2007-03-03T13:56:22.973ZLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-20436603341325711872007-02-26T18:02:00.000Z2007-03-03T13:42:07.405ZBelly dancing in New MaldenLast Saturday after having spent over 5 hours holed up in the Premier IT House on Southampton Row off Russell square in order to do an English exam (TOEFL) I decided to take myself out for the evening with the London Art Club http://www.londonartclub.com run by James.It was advertised on his website as an Egyptian Hafla night, and was scantily brief on details. I think Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-57492600281311353432007-02-19T17:36:00.000Z2007-02-19T17:56:55.527ZThe year of the PigI went to London China Town with my family yesterday for Chinese New Year. It is the year of the Pig, apparently lucky, well here's hoping. I hadn't been there for the new year for what must be over 15 years, and was pleasantly surprised by the effusions of red lanterns hung aloft above its streets and the pulsating drums beating to the rythm of lion dancing. As ever wherever Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1170788916670478652007-02-06T18:41:00.000Z2007-02-06T19:08:36.683ZClinical faux pasIt's been a busy couple of days at work. I had a mild headache all day yesterday, partly because of my period, but I think also because of the yoga and hiking I did over the weekend in the Brecon Beacons. At the end of the day I was writing in the wrong times on the prescriptions I was checking, ie we're supposed to write the time we finished checking the script, which people Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1169332286476797652007-01-20T21:47:00.000Z2007-01-20T22:31:26.490ZI'm working in Bedford Hospital now, have been for just over a week. This whole job seemed to have happened quite quickly, but no one seems to have commented on that much. I thought I was so organised trying get myself on an evening class in Bedford, my latest passion, but I still couldn't get myself on a Spanish course, which is apparently doubly over booked at Bedford College. Which was heavingLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1168276518579682172007-01-08T16:41:00.000Z2007-01-20T22:38:11.426ZIt's my 4th day back in London, and I'm still on Seattle time. The 1st day I woke up at 2 pm. This morning I made the slight improvement of waking up at 12.15 pm, to the call of my agent who keeps dangling these mouth-watering job propositions in front of me but never seems to be able to deliver. This time it's Oxford or Bedford. Two fords in one go, it is clearly a sign of something. Or other. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1168127893335271912007-01-06T23:51:00.000Z2007-01-20T22:33:09.430ZJust coming back from 3 weeks in Seattle, I am now in state of flux, in a surreal non-world where I'm disassociated from outside real life. On one hand I long for attention and invitations, on the other hand I feel uninspired and want to be left alone. I am however inspired to study for the Foreign Pharmacy Exam for the USA, finally, after 4 months. I really have a lot to do... but still wish Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1165158865769049302006-12-03T15:07:00.000Z2006-12-03T15:14:25.783ZThe whole of November went by busy as a bee. 5 days a week at work in a pharmacy in Tottenham, with a half day on Wednesday which I treasure more than a boy would treasure space invaders. Then weekends always out doing something, with my new found thing, social clubs, which obviously means I'm getting old, but also has given me much pleasure in my old, lonely fuddy duddy age of 31. The pharmacy Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1161341532461503252006-10-20T09:24:00.000Z2006-10-20T10:52:15.030Z On Idling and WritingYesterday I drove to Tottenham from Edgware through morning rush hour hell, to work in a pharmacy for the day. It was 12 miles, on the meter, and on the RAC routemaster website, but it took one and a half hours. Through Totteridge, Southgate, Bounds Green, Wood Green, and then I was probably stuck less than 1 mile away from my final destination for a good 15 minutes, where Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1160566578938645942006-10-11T11:06:00.000Z2006-10-11T20:52:20.200ZHellish day in the Pharmacy from Hell, DunstableYesterday I got up at 7.50am, looking forward to my one day of work this week in a pharmacy in Dunstable which is so quiet I spend most of my time there just reading. It's great, it's easy for me to drive to, 9am-6pm, and the shop even closes for an hour for lunch. All the customers are old regulars who are used to the odd eccentric foibles of the Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1160392035266647262006-10-09T10:25:00.000Z2006-10-09T11:52:48.560ZWow, I had almost forgotten about this weblog I had here. For days I had been dying to send some words out into the internet cosmos, and now that I can... I don't know what to say. Because I have so much to say. But I think all the stuff I wanted to say I said to someone else, so it's like now I don't need to say them again. But enough of this waffle crap!updateI have not worked for 3 months. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1066759051858359482003-10-21T17:57:00.000Z2003-10-21T17:57:32.000ZYou know, it is almost November, and my agency has still not found me any work in Australia, what the hell does that mean? I was so bloody confident that they'd find me something by now. But then again, maybe it means I'll spend christmas here. That won't be so bad really, I suppose. I guess really I'm just afraid of life just sliding by, and before I know it I'll be this old lady who'll look Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1064945266657267612003-09-30T18:07:00.000Z2003-09-30T18:07:46.673ZIntentionally vague would be a fabulous title for a book. There, I've made a note of it. Phew, that was hard work, doing a link, so no more links for the rest of this month, I think.Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1064692497215705752003-09-27T19:54:00.000Z2003-09-27T19:54:56.596ZIn the end
I had a road rage incident Friday morning on the way to work with this cunt of a man who cut in in front of me without even indicating, and then gets all pissy with me by breaking sharply several times so that I almost bump into his rear. Well I hope you get your come-uppance, you mutherfucker.
You may think what is the point in all this childish cussing, but I actually believe in Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1064430626278148102003-09-24T19:10:00.000Z2003-09-24T19:33:39.103ZThe cursor is there, right there, at the end of my sentence, winking and blinking away, beckoning and calling, just bursting with letters that spill out of it, all it needs is my fingers to bash them out on the keyboard.
I have done so much this summer, and yet feel as though I have physically come away from it with so little, just good memories and the satisfaction of having spent my summer in Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1059865691284081722003-08-02T23:08:00.000Z2003-08-02T23:08:48.553Zfamous people i have seen recently:
Stephen Daldry, as I was standing outside the little London Academy of Radio, Film and TV building next to the American church on Tottenham court rd, he walked out into the sun with a couple of other arty movie type men. He was wearing white cotton capri trousers. Manly looking ones.
Hugh Laurie. I won't link him, you either know him or you don't. I had just Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-105986285046507252003-08-02T22:20:00.000Z2003-08-02T22:20:50.470ZI'm not going to blog anything about not being able to get a guy this post, i swear.
I did another kung fu grading last sunday, and I'm now a brown belt! Yay! That means if you're shorter, thinner and wimpier than me, then I could almost definitely whoop your ass. I rock.
England is good, or rather, London, is being good to me. I feel I know all its nuances, all its idiosyncrasies, all its Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-3854968912003-06-25T19:31:00.000Z2002-12-04T19:53:07.286ZI am safe and sound, back from Graz, and survived!
Graz itself is a pretty little big town, all high street stores, Hennes wherever you turn. Loads of baroque type buildings, steeped in history and all that. There's this hill there on the top of which used to be this castle fortress settlement, of which remnants of are still left behind, and they've added all these modern finishing touches to itLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-1055534639565958372003-06-13T20:03:00.000Z2003-06-13T20:32:53.616ZI have a question. Why is Davina McCall always pregnant?
At the end of my kung fu class last wednesday night, we sparred, and I got the chance to beat up this black belt. Basically because he asked me to, he was saying stuff like 'I want you to really lay it into me, just hammer me,' plus other phrases to that effect. So I did, or atleast I did the best I could. I reckon I must have hit him Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-952816452003-06-04T13:10:00.000Z2003-06-04T13:11:39.000ZI actually had a really good post, but when I tried to post it, blogger wouldn't let me because it was too long, apparently.
I guess I could shorten it, but now I just can't be arsed.
how can we be strong, when the road is more than a million miles long
when the song is done, will the love be gone
or should we forget it, get it, sweat it, regret it, ain't with it, let's quit it
- more than a Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-942899662003-05-13T21:53:00.000Z2003-05-13T21:53:30.146Zif i could cast a spell to get myself a man, i swear i would do it. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-942891722003-05-13T21:38:00.000Z2003-05-13T21:38:03.086ZI would say there are two things in my life, which have rescued my soul from plummeting to the depths of depression, and they would be TV, and music.
well, its true.
friends? what are those? Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-929444262003-04-20T20:29:00.000Z2003-04-20T20:29:23.060ZIts easter sunday, and there are things i could do, like have my hair cut, or come into school to pick up my copy of Planta Medica which has my paper published in it (yay!), but I don't. why? I suppose I want to savour some stress free hours in my parent's back garden even though the weather is not as good as it was on wednesday and thursday, away from the cruel world. unfortunately as I have to Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-921752572003-04-07T21:34:00.000Z2003-04-07T21:36:34.000ZI watched 'The Life of David Gale' yesterday, with a mature friend of mine who also likes Kevin Spacey. It's actually kind of scarey how similar we are... we're both cancerians as well. But I don't know a single other person who would have been happy to spend good money just to ogle at Kevin. The film itself was actually quite decent. It got some harsh reviews though, really harsh, and we were Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-921087382003-04-06T22:09:00.000Z2003-04-06T22:09:09.356ZWhen I look at myself in the mirror, I see a tired looking almost mumsy type woman. I feel as though I’m tired from trying to fight off looking old.
I still want to look hip and trendy, although I never really was, never really have been. It doesn’t help that my hair needs a wash, my roots are greasy, and my scalp feels itchy. The ends of my hair are dry, there is still a hint of colour on them, Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-915106852003-03-27T23:54:00.000Z2003-03-27T23:54:29.640Zalienation
I had a whole day today, where for the first time, I did not actually have anything to do. I should point out that this is different from having stuff to do, but instead choosing to do nothing. I had one of those days in which the unemployed have, a day of frustrating non-productivity, where even if you did go out and do something banal, such as yoga, or shopping, you knew you were Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-907737742003-03-15T20:03:00.000Z2003-03-15T20:03:01.653Zfinish!
trying to finish my thesis is like trying to hold your breath whilst swimming under water across the length of a swimming pool. you start off thinking, ok that shouldn't be so hard, so you hold your breath, dive under the water, and swim and swim and swim, but when you come up for air, the other end of the pool is still miles away. so you do it again, only this time, you take in more air Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-892651302003-02-17T22:34:00.000Z2003-02-17T22:34:44.870Zthe congestion charge
i wanted to write an essay on why i support the london congestion charge, but after having Googled myself around to read what other people have written, i found that all the points that i would have made have already been stated, several times in some cases, along with other additional good points that I hadn't thought of, by professional writers with a far superior handlingLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-884184832003-02-02T11:41:00.000Z2003-02-02T11:41:50.300Zhappy chinese new year everyone
my new year's day was inauspicous, working in a little chemist in an estate in Hemel Hempstead. i could barely remember it was new year, i mean we only just had one a month ago, and i spent that new year in bed (by myself) watching some tragic channel 4 thing about the best moments or something of 2002. Hemel Hempstead isn't really known for its cultural diversity,Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-882709682003-01-30T15:30:00.000Z2003-01-30T15:30:00.820Zand so it snows.Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-882651552003-01-30T13:12:00.000Z2003-01-30T13:12:46.363Zas a pharmacist, during work you encounter people who are rude and for some reason decide to pick on you. and then i tend to go into this self destructive cycle whereby i try to analyse what it was that i did that made them treat me this way. and the point is, it usually isn't anything i've done, and yet i still do it, blame myself. and usually these trouble makers are losers themselves, and to Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-881808202003-01-28T23:02:00.000Z2003-01-28T23:02:53.526Zgetting to work on time doesn't necessarily have to mean waking up earlier, it can also mean spending less time getting ready in the mornings. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-880912082003-01-27T11:26:00.000Z2003-01-30T15:33:36.000Zfoolish crush
Its funny how in life, different people have a completely different perception of the same situation. Well, that sentence just there, can be interpreted in so many different ways. The way in which I mean though, is in relationships. Apart from my family of course, I think we're slightly dysfunctional, but we all know were we stand, and occasionally we'll go to the cinema together. ILan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-867120992002-12-30T21:25:00.000Z2002-12-30T21:25:11.753ZI have suddenly developed an unhealthy obsession with kevin spacey. When say unhealthy, i mean i am constantly fantasizing about him, seducing him, making the wild thing with him, having his babies, kidnapping him and keeping him captive, massaging him... oh my god, make me stop. It was from watching 'the negotiator', when I watched him do the 'i'm sorry, did you want something from me? do you Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-850249592002-11-24T23:15:00.000Z2002-11-24T23:15:06.650Zmy back hurts from hunching over my laptop trying to work on my thesis.
i sent out three e-mails yesterday, but got no reply today.
i am currently looking forward to spending a few days in Graz, Austria, but at the same time trepidatious as well, as tensions are high amongst the two lab colleagues that i will be hanging out with there. One of them is terrified of flying, so much so that he was Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-841296112002-11-06T19:17:00.000Z2002-11-06T19:17:25.260ZHalloween night, damsels in distress and knights in shining armour
Last thursday I stayed out later than usual, it was Sonja's (sonya to you) last day in our lab before she flew off to calmer climes in Lake Constance at the base of germany and she wanted to go out with a bang (will ignore obvious tasteless puns which spring to mind). But it was a very dignified and stately night out we had, we Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-836732752002-10-28T18:31:00.000Z2002-10-28T18:31:47.293Zwhat is there to say about the drama of the hostages in the russian theatre? that for over the past five days or so whilst we ate, slept, watched tv, read our books in the comfort and safety of our bedrooms, over 700 terrified innocents were trapped in a building not knowing whether they were going to live or die?
Just carry on posting sharon, carry on posting.
Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-834657062002-10-24T16:17:00.000Z2002-10-24T16:17:51.166Zoh ok, its only been splashed all over the front pages hasn't it!Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-834173232002-10-23T18:48:00.000Z2002-10-23T18:48:56.570Zdid anyone see Five this morning? who is this man whom Ulrika claims to have raped her?Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-834102722002-10-23T16:10:00.000Z2002-10-23T16:10:12.103Zi went to see Coldplay perform last Monday night. They were good. The lead singer rocks and was probably on drugs. I was standing for the entire performance, which wasn't in itself very long, but we had gotten there at 7.30pm, and they didn't start performing until 9pm, and finished at approx 10.15pm. we were entertained by Idlewild whilst we were waiting, and they were ok. the kids seemed to Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-832955082002-10-21T13:30:00.000Z2002-10-21T13:30:30.280Zi got my deposit back now, hurrah! I finally managed to get hold of the guy last saturday, and he was very nice and civilised and promised to give me the money on monday (today). And guess whom, after moaning endlessly about it to my lab colleagues and friends and posting negative posts about it on the internet, completely forgot to go pick it up? yes that would be me, what a f****in' moppet eh? Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-831670622002-10-18T13:30:00.000Z2002-10-18T13:30:19.140Zit's been three weeks now, and no deposit. The man is not answering his mobile phone. i feel... worried. my neck hurts from tension from worrying. I can't even go to the shop that used to be below the flat, because it's kind of changed hands - well it's still owned by the same landlord, but he's rented it out to some other people who don't have anything to do with the flats. There were two men Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-830744942002-10-16T18:47:00.000Z2002-10-16T18:47:26.566Zthat bloody ex-landlord man still hasn't bloody given back my deposit for the flat that I left 2 and a half weeks ago. I tried to call him this afternoon but he didn't bloody answer his bloody phone, bloody f**k. He'd better give me my money back or I'll cast a voodoo jinx on him.
I watched Insomnia last night. went all the way to the odeon on Panton street, just off leicester sq. almost ended Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-829752092002-10-14T18:49:00.000Z2002-10-14T18:49:01.696Zshit! the -70 deep freezer just scared the crap out of me, i was making this really loud screechy racket like as if it was going to self-destruct.
i didn't know about the bombing in Indonesia until today lunchtime when one of my colleagues told me. i hadn't watched news all day yesterday, so i had no idea. sometimes its hard to connect with the untimely deaths of people who are otherwise Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-829738602002-10-14T18:15:00.000Z2002-10-14T18:34:50.000Zi just joined the 'brit blog' webring, and for description of website (which i'm really crap at coming up with anything good) I put down 'bbc londonite bird', amongst other 'choice' descriptive words of which I cannot remember. i have just found out from the counter that i have got 30 hits , which is approximately 25 more than I usually get per week. and i'm just wondering if the reason for that Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-829650102002-10-14T14:31:00.000Z2002-10-14T18:49:56.000Zseroxat
I watched that Panorama programme on TV last night about Paroxetine - 'Seroxat' to the lay british person, and 'Paxil' to the lay American. i was actually expecting it to be scientific like, and having to struggle to watch it. I generally never watch Panorama, but this programme was actually very tabloidy and sensationalist. After watching it I thought, right, that's it, GSK are going to Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-827358202002-10-09T12:16:00.000Z2002-10-09T12:16:13.553Zi submitted something to ickle.org about small cell culture flasks, ages ago, I thought they'd read it and thought - 'that's crap, let's just ignore it!' but there it is. makes me cringe actually, reading it. and i thought i was being so cute at the time. i guess i'll have to include it on my links column. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-827354012002-10-09T11:59:00.000Z2002-10-09T11:59:30.283Zi am struggling to do the corrections on a paper that i want to submit to 'Planta Medica', but as usual i am having problems in the cell culture side of things... the bloody man that I need to get info from seems intent on making me sweat and I can't seem to get hold of him. its ironic really because i remember thinking that i wanted to go out of my way to avoid conflict with this guy when i Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-821108632002-09-25T20:38:00.000Z2002-09-25T20:38:52.133Zafter much fiddling and squinting at inscrutable html sources which reading of only made me want to scream with frustration, i finally kind of restored my old web page. only now, it looks really... uhm, uninspired?
it was thanks to Firda (see wannabe girl link on the left), who drew my attention to a Google's cache of my page (scary), after i pleaded for help. she was offering her services as a Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-820595522002-09-24T20:31:00.000Z2002-09-24T20:31:49.360Zhad a cold. still have it, i suppose, but it literally hit me sunday night, bang! and then i was bedridden the whole of monday. and i was all worried, because before i started my kung fu it would take me two weeks to get rid of my colds, and I hadn't been doing my kung fu for over two weeks now becase of barcelona and a sudden last minute upsurge of lab work to be done. so now I've missed two Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-820593002002-09-24T20:26:00.000Z2002-09-24T20:26:10.680Zmy template got lost :( and now i got to use this rather boring nondescript looking template, because i don't have the time to go messing around with html and all that. hmm. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-820590292002-09-24T20:19:00.000Z2002-09-24T20:19:55.596ZtestLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-816379152002-09-15T19:02:00.000Z2002-09-15T19:02:16.726Zdid'ya miss me? ;pLan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-816378862002-09-15T19:01:00.000Z2002-09-15T19:01:13.303Zi've just come back from a spending a week in barcelona! and now it feels like it was all a dream, did it all really happen? i know, i haven't even finished recounting my french trip.
unfortunately i didn't get chatted up by a hot bloke, so it wasn't the perfect holiday that was everything i could hope it to be. in fact i didn't get chatted up by any bloke. in fact i tried to chat up this bloke,Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-806860992002-08-25T11:35:00.000Z2002-08-25T11:35:01.070Zi'm so depressed. I had spent alot of time and effort in resurrecting cells and planned to do two assays this weekend, but when I came into the lab this morning the incubator was beeping pathetically for help, as the CO2 had run out. So not only can I not do another assay today, it looks like the cells i resurrected are going to die as well. This bites so much. I swear, if i didn't believe in Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-803643162002-08-17T18:44:00.000Z2002-08-17T19:10:04.000ZFrench trip: part deux
Whilst we were camping out in the carpark of Eurodisney, I had a discussion with my parents about where we should go next. I pointed out that I wouldn't stay for more than two weeks as i had (ehem) to write up my thesis, and thus we should head for one of the european cities where I could fly back easily from via one of the internet plane companies. I wasn't terribly keen Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-803633182002-08-17T18:06:00.000Z2002-08-17T18:06:28.960Zi got my first 'fan' e-mail - that is to say, there may have been others, but i didn't read them. i don't really consider myself good enough to be able to draw in the masses, so i was slightly trepidatious about even attaching my e-mail address to the blog. being a paranoid and rather sensitive girl, i am extremely wary of viruses and not so nice mail, so if i don't recognise the sender i just Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-803307842002-08-16T19:38:00.000Z2002-08-17T17:59:10.000ZFrench trip: part one
So much to write, so much to say, too much to say right now, this minute. I've just come back from a two week mobile-home/caravan holiday in France with my parents and my 13 year old brother, and i had a lovely time despite all my reservations. I don't want to trivialise my account of my holiday, so I think I may serialise it over a number of posts.
I started off the Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-796962322002-08-01T17:51:00.000Z2002-08-01T17:53:11.000Zpinchpunch, tis the first of the month. earlier on this week i got an actual letter from a kind of friend i haven't seen in 6 years. it was literally one paragraph long and had pictures of squirrels and nuts and other such gaiety on it. i'm not quite sure what to write back to her about, i suppose i could go on about my thesis again, of which i still have hardly made any further progress since I Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-795453742002-07-29T12:21:00.000Z2002-07-29T12:21:30.540Zthe weather is hot, and it is muggy inside the lab. there will be thunderstorms soon. i cannot think that well in the heat, and although i should be writing my thesis, i have not really done much of it over the last 5 days. i house sat for two days over the weekend, as my parents and brother are in france, and whom i will go out to see this friday courtesy of eurostar. due to the nature of the Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-787372002002-07-09T17:04:00.000Z2002-07-09T17:04:44.286ZSo last week i found out that my supervisor, and the new girl (who's actually a mature lady) in the lab whom i get on quite well and am going to barcelona with are both cancerians (like myself)! I'm quite an open-minded girl when it comes to superstition and all that jazz, and i'm not prone to analysing the latest astrological predictions, but that now brings the total of cancerian friends / Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-786623722002-07-07T23:17:00.000Z2002-07-07T23:17:01.383Zi hate it when people mentally put me in a box and expect me to behave in a certain way. especially when that way is 'boring'. that's why you see, people dye their hair. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-786622082002-07-07T23:11:00.000Z2002-07-07T23:11:54.800Zeverybody gets depressed sometimes i suppose. even zannah, (you can't tell from what she's posted today, i'm just naming her as an example) i mean, she's pretty, she's got loads of friends, she's got a fairly good looking husband, and she still gets depressed. and there's me, people look at me and think, well they feel sorry for me. they think i'm sad. they think i don't have any friends. why do Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-784745362002-07-02T19:24:00.000Z2002-07-02T19:24:43.153Zthis bloggin thing isn't as cool as I thought it would be. could it be that (gasp) its not hip anymore? people are becoming disillusioned, verbally attacked by anonymous people drifting out there in the intangeable tangles of the world wide web. There was a time not so long ago when every weblog had a commenting system, but now its a novelty when I find one that still has one. It hurts, when you Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-781863722002-06-25T18:08:00.000Z2002-06-25T18:08:13.250Zit was my birthday yesterday! yay! i'm an old lady now!
and for the first time since i cannot even remember, i celebrated it, on the day, with a cool bunch of lads and ladettes from the lab, with a day trip to brighton. the weather was beautiful - and i tend to hold back on my compliments, but it was. picture perfect. There wasn't a cloud in the sky the whole time we were there, the sea was Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-780211782002-06-21T11:36:00.000Z2002-06-21T13:46:54.000Zso england lost to brazil 2-1. bit depressed, bit sombre, anticlimax, as i, in my heart of hearts, knew it would be. but i was there, still sleep dazed, watching the match on telly from the bed. i missed the first half as i couldn't get to sleep for ages that night, and couldn't get up until 8.15am, just in time for the second half. Just in time to witness that goal from Ronaldinho, unbelievable.Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-779298942002-06-19T11:27:00.000Z2002-06-19T11:27:48.803ZGO ENGLAND!!! Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-778978402002-06-18T18:04:00.000Z2002-06-18T18:04:33.843Zgasp! confessionalism.com has shut shop! The guy who wrote it is upset because one of the multitude of photos that he's posted of this gorgeous girlfriend of his has been highjacked and become the subject of a lewd bulletin type discussion thing. i don't know the guy ofcourse, but over the course of reading his weblog for a few months i feel i've gotten to know him, as you do, so it makes me a Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-778392372002-06-17T09:04:00.000Z2002-06-17T09:04:04.510Zi still haven't decided what photo i'm going to send to the rice bowl journals. i've found a photo of me looking all bright eyed and bushy-tailed, but i don't think that would be an accurate representation of what i am. because normally in photo's of me i look like a troll, crouching in the corner. but then again i don't want to post troll like photos of me on the internet. perhaps i should post Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-772432992002-06-02T06:12:00.000Z2002-06-02T06:12:58.750Zi had a look at the Rice bowl journals website, specifically the bit where everybody's 'ethnic origin' is China, as is mine. and i noticed that most people have photos of themselves posted, looking all moody and modellar. the thing about that is that if you're just looking around, you're only going to pick to look at a website based on whether you're impressed by the photo or not. well its true. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-770286332002-05-27T17:11:00.000Z2002-05-27T17:11:31.566ZI feel bad. I was paid £23 an hour to locum at Boots the Chemist in Belsize Park, on the saturday gone, which I did, and the manager there has phoned me up twice today to have a go at me. the first phone call at 11am she ranted at me about how
a) i didn't put the order through
b) that i didn't count the scripts
c) and left the dispensary in chaos.
In my defense, i told her that it was really Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-768908552002-05-23T18:14:00.000Z2002-05-23T18:17:20.000Zas a follow on from the previous post - yes, we went to the pub on heatwave thursday, and we sat outside, and it was nice. unfortunately we didn't sit there until closing time, as i would have liked, they all went home at about 8pmish. and you know, its not really been quite as warm since.
for Moyo's bday we went to La Finca near Angel, and salsa'd a bit. unfortunately it was all a bit crap, Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-765387172002-05-14T16:16:00.000Z2002-05-14T16:16:33.503Zi am so very bored, this is what happens the minute i slow down and stop doing work, reality comes in and you realise you have no social life. on the plus side, i might be able to persuade the lab kids for an outing to the local pub this thursday, seeing as its supposed to be a mini heat wave (come and see it, come and see it, mini heat wave, only here for today!) and i'm always mentally moaning Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-765009002002-05-13T16:57:00.000Z2002-05-13T16:57:49.210Zi was pre-menstrual yesterday. today, i'm not. i wanted to write that down, because i think that explains alot. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-764595882002-05-12T14:41:00.000Z2002-05-12T14:41:56.880Zas a continuation of my last post about watching the video for 'Fight Club', yeah, i watched it, and yeah, i can see why people 'talked' about it like it was a piece of work, as opposed to being just a load of balls. but it didn't do anything for me, i mean, what's the need for all the violence? People? eh? and that thing where he finds out he has a split personality - hasn't that been done Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-761830562002-05-05T13:42:00.000Z2002-05-05T13:56:01.000Zso i went to see the Titan Arum yesterday at beeyootiful Kew gardens. unfortunately, when i went to see it the flower had already shut shop, as it had opened up on wednesday three days ago, and as the pictures would appear to show, the flower's only really open for one day, and that goes for its infamous stench as well. and if you look at the pictures today, the phallic middle bit ( i don't know Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-760899912002-05-02T19:38:00.000Z2002-05-02T19:40:53.000Zso i was just thinking, i don't update that often. I came to the conclusion that this is a good thing, means i have a life. unfortunately i seem to have days where everything happens at once, so i have to decide which event to participate in, and which event to miss. and then there are days where nothing happens, quite a few days, infact. I mean, wouldn't it be nice, if these events would spread Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-757350202002-04-23T18:06:00.000Z2002-04-23T18:06:40.036Zi am feeling lost. the sun is shining, its lovely and warm, and i am sitting in a lab all by myself typing away at the computer in the dark. i just want! i want to get good results, but its just so hard! i want to go to barcelona, but i've left it so late, and the deadline's so close, and i don't have a convincing argument to present to my supervisor to let me go.Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-755556102002-04-18T19:12:00.000Z2002-04-18T19:12:12.663Zally mcbeal's being canned! its the end of an era. i''ll be finishing my phd and moving on with my life, trying to find that guy, that soul mate.
just saying.
i gave my talk yesterday. i read it out from two pieces of paper (both sides), my voice quavering, and the presence of my supervisor dominating one side of the room. unfortunately i couldn't think on my feet when the questions came Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-754725182002-04-16T18:46:00.000Z2002-04-16T18:46:55.823Zfor the first time in a month, this weekend i didn't go out to socialise, simply because no one asked me to. well i probably wouldn't have gone anyway, as i was in a bit of a flap trying to draft out my talk. and i thought that was really sad. but still, its a major improvement from a few years ago, when i never went out. and it doesn't look like i'll be doing anything this weekend either. sigh. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-754723172002-04-16T18:41:00.000Z2002-04-16T18:41:49.000Zhow do these people find something to write everyday? i keep on thinking i'll submit something for iistix, or something for ickle.org, or a photo for the mirror project, but i just never seem to get around to it. it just takes up too much time and effort than i'm willing to part with. which is ridiculous, really because i must waste something like 30 minutes browsing through all these other Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-753671262002-04-13T20:41:00.000Z2002-04-16T18:35:43.000Zi'm in the lab now, at 9.30pm. this place really is like my second home. my home away from home. what'll i do when i have to leave? go to the far away places warm from atleast 12 hours of sunshine. having said that though, at the moment it's staying light until almost 8pm now in london, and i really like that. i've been to hawaii, stayed there for 2 weeks. being nearer the equator, it is always Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-753287602002-04-12T16:07:00.000Z2002-04-12T16:07:32.976Zi'm giving a talk next week. and i can not be bothered. all i care about is that i hope no one shows me up with the wrong question.
i'm dreaming of far away places in the warmth of the sun.
i'm avoiding gus.
although i'll be coming into the lab during the weekend, so undoubtedly i'll bump into him then. Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-112641862002-03-30T01:01:00.000Z2002-03-30T01:01:17.856Zas an update i'd like to say that patrick owen did reply to my email after a period of about 5 days. and the email was totally platonic. so i'm heartbroken, and i don't really feel like writing back. i don't want to look like i'm desperate, chasing after a ghost, especially when another guy in my department has just declared undying love for me over the weekend.
well, not exactly, but i was Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-110157972002-03-22T19:54:00.000Z2002-03-22T19:54:56.136ZHe didn't reply to my e-mail. sigh.Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3291003.post-109798912002-03-21T20:16:00.000Z2002-03-21T20:16:06.516ZAsk me what I did during the weekend? I went to Venice! woohoo. Actually it sounds more fun than it actually was. i found it a little stressful. the weather was cold, and the hotel bed was too soft, and i didn't sleep all that well, for the four nights we were there. The first day was walking walking walking, walking into hundreds of tourists. And you take for granted that everybody speaks Lan Lannoreply@blogger.com0