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Unfair. How are we supposed to concentrate on the exam with so many fine looking invigilators around?

Did you know that I can stand on my head? Not actually stand on it but you know what I mean... I need a new party trick.

Typical. The book I requested from the library becomes available the day before the exam.

I have strange fascinations. I like seeing what people name the images they put on their web pages. So I'll right click on them and click 'Properties'. It's a whole new world I tell ya. And which folders they keep their images in, even more fascinating.

Guuuuuuurglemmmmmmhm. That's the sound I make when I desperately want something.

I want to sleep inside a box and live outside the box. What's wrong with that?

"The winning ticket in the lottery of life is to be born English" -Richard Madeley. Happy St. George's Day!

Also, happy birthday Shakespeare.

I think it's so funny when people put a * next to a URL on their link list to show who on their favourites list they've met in real life. It's like they think I actually care...or maybe they don't care that I don't care. Funny nonetheless.

These hairstyles are filed under "funky". I'd like to re-file them under "FUGLY".

This is the cutest thing I've seen in a while. Oh, and this too.

Thumb nails taste better than finger nails.

A back catalogue of Calvin Klein ads. I must say Mark Wahlberg has always been a particular favourite. Umm, apart from Antonio Sabato Junior of course.... That's why The Big Hit is such a great movie.

I used to be a well behaved kid contrary to what this picture may show. I'd stay exactly where my mum would leave me for hours. Not moving because I didn't want to get my clothes dirty. I'd stay away from all the naughty children and even tell them to refrain from acitivities that would get them (and me) into trouble.

I spent a lot of my childhood in Pakistan. Being good. I went to nursery school (kindergarten) there, sat exams even (yes, exams at age 3) and scored the highest score in the school's history. I got picked on my the other kids but I was still good. Good, good, good. And then I got 'bad'. Cue evil maniacal laugh.

In some ways I'm glad I'm a selective vegetarian. Especially in McDonald's. It decreases the chances of weird freak food accidents. You know the type. Where they accidentally give you a chicken head instead of chicken nuggets.

"But Saima, that would never happen!"

Tell that to the mother of two who demanded $100,000 for their food faux pas. [via The Don]

p.s. I didn't forget your Easter Egg.

Well it looks like I'm back. But why the boring old page you may ask. And an answer ye shall receive. Mainly because I came up with about five fancy schmancy designs that just didn't do it for me. It got to a point where I gave up but then thought all I really want to do is write. So here you have it. My ramblings without all the fluffiness. When I have more time I might jazz this place up a bit but for now, it's just you, me and a white page. I still love you.

While I was away, I figured out that large tongues freak me out, mini people dancing on my computer screen please me and that the periodic table isn't as boring as it may seem. It's a shame it took me so long to figure the last one out considering I'll finish my degree in chemistry in a month or so.

Q: Do the questions in the brain of your icon indicate that it's missing?
A: Yes.