tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37114222012-01-23T02:27:03.225Z<i>But now old friends are acting strange / They shake their heads, they say I’ve changed / Well something’s lost, but something’s gained / In living ev’ry day / I’ve looked at life from both sides now / From win and lose and still somehow / It’s life’s illusions I recall / I really don’t know life at all - "Both Sides Now", Joni Mitchell</i>Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.comBlogger20171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-53570108832605742152012-01-23T02:14:00.001Z2012-01-23T02:27:03.233Z

Gong xi fa cai, everyone! It has been a bit of a cleansing last few days. The last post, combined with talks with friends, cleaning my flat like it's never been cleaned before and reading an incredibly positive horoscope for 2012, has made me feel incredibly light. Well, at least before tonight's reunion dinner where I ate so much that I am now unable to go to bed because of the pain in my

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-73549219472803236702012-01-20T17:49:00.001Z2012-01-20T17:51:37.075Z

This post is a little more "stream of consciousness" than usual as it originally started out as my just writing about burning out, but evolved a little into dream jobs. Rather than attempt to organise this more properly, I've left it as it is.  I've started applying for jobs again. Or rather, I've put my CV up on an industry job site and have started reconnecting with head-hunters. The good

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-46081831428021457052012-01-03T14:30:00.001Z2012-01-04T17:41:23.153Z

Happy new year, everyone! I sincerely hope 2012 is everything that you need it to be. I know I really need it to be that for me. I'd been using the festive season as an excuse to escape from the reality that is life; after all, no HR person was going to be reviewing job applications prior to January, right? But, now, the new year has come, although it has not quite gone just yet, and I have no

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-76728692855787366982011-12-12T00:04:00.001Z2011-12-12T00:13:17.725Z

Recently, I have been receiving compliments from some of my Twitter followers, having met several of them in person over the last few days. These people have all been people who've been following me on Twitter for more than a few weeks. I've been told by someone who writes for a living that she thought I was interesting and a good writer to boot. Another who met me in person for the first time

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-73648229784454917562011-12-06T16:39:00.001Z2011-12-06T18:18:01.128Z

Warning: Overly girly, uninsightful, very much show-offy post coming up. Look away now before you suffer permanent damage. Online shopping is evil. Most people have come to the erroneous conclusion that because my last job took up so much of my time, I couldn't possibly have had the time to spend it on anything. They obviously don't know me very well. Firstly, I don't need much sleep, or, rather

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-49994406330339790242011-11-28T00:39:00.003Z2011-11-28T00:49:57.920Z

Seeing as a number of people have asked me for Argentina recommendations recently, I thought I would cut and paste my long list here for future reference. I'll be looking to add more detail over the next few days, but, if you have any questions, feel free to comment or e-mail. Buenos Aires Palermo Don Julio - Guatemala 4691 y Gurruchaga - Palermo Viejo - I have been to Don Julio twice now

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-54171232071653617782011-11-16T16:23:00.004Z2011-11-16T16:41:19.411Z

I don't know who came up with the term, and, quite frankly, it smacks of management consultancy, so it's not a term I am particularly fond of. However, it sure does seem like the perfect term to describe what it is I am now doing given that I left my company on Friday. That's right. Little Miss Risk-Averse left her job, with no fallback planned, because I have taken more than enough crap from

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-16664313598358816892011-10-30T14:23:00.000Z2011-10-30T14:23:09.155Z

Wowzers. It's been over a month since I last posted. That's what having an incredibly demanding job and trying to spend every other minute with a boyfriend does to you. And it's the former which has prompted this post. I've been tweeting about my predicament at work for the last few weeks now. Long story short, I've been told I haven't been performing up to their expectations. I accept that.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-85748540664774896722011-09-28T01:48:00.000+01:002011-09-28T01:48:58.806+01:00

I now have a boyfriend, having managed to lose my singlehood before we embarked on our second official date. Wish me luck, folks. It's going to be a bumpy, if exhilarating, ride.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-12532340562976892982011-09-22T01:25:00.004+01:002011-09-22T01:41:20.618+01:00

I really haven't had much time to update this recently, given that I have been spending the week at work, and my spare time either catching up on the awesome Danish series, Forbrydelsen ("The Killing" on BBC 4, although it really means "the crime" and a good investment of 20 hours of my life) or spending time with CWS. Despite the last few posts, if you've been following me on Twitter, you'll

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-85739697759100267622011-09-08T01:04:00.005+01:002011-09-08T01:11:35.644+01:00

You've got to find what you love. And that is as true for your work as it is for your lovers. Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-78456844214626092772011-09-07T01:18:00.002+01:002011-09-08T01:11:53.385+01:00

Did you ever have one of those moments in your life when you feel, more or less, like a cat that's just been startled and is flattening itself against a wall and is wondering whether to attack or flee? I don't mean it literally, of course, but, right now, I kind of feel as though I have, in a moment of pure foolishness and overconfidence, managed to wander down the, well, not wrong path, but

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-19821749126984833162011-08-30T23:26:00.005+01:002011-08-30T23:45:27.663+01:00

Some time in May, because of the fact that I was going to be out of London for quite a fair bit of time, I decided to take a dating hiatus. I did have a few people ask me out during that time, but I'd asked to postpone any meeting up until after I got back from Australia. And I felt so better for taking that pressure off myself, as dating, well, it's hard enough as it is, and I didn't think

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-37812104809345047112011-08-22T07:24:00.002+01:002011-08-30T23:34:40.369+01:00

Fine. Seeing as I am simply not getting the time to do a long post, this will have to suffice for the next few days. The Major Dealbreaker here is that this certain someone has a kid. I just can't handle that - at least, so I think - and, quite honestly, my mind just shuts down when it's forced to think about it. He has been very upfront and told me about it the first time we met, and I am

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-3026542344104633082011-08-20T11:08:00.001+01:002011-08-30T23:35:04.018+01:00

I have been meaning, nay, needing to blog about this for a very long time now, but hadn't done so because a certain someone knew that I blogged. He has since told me that he doesn't read it out of respect for my privacy, so I will write somewhat openly and honestly about this a tad later when I have more time. Work, you see, has been killing me and my flat badly needs cleaning after having been

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-77727606573130141602011-08-12T17:54:00.001+01:002011-08-12T17:56:07.157+01:00

I had a surprisingy great last week in Sydney at quite possibly the worst time for me to have a good week of that nature. I ended up seeing this guy three times over the past three days, none of which would technically be considered dates, seeing as they were more of the "if you happen to be in the area and have some free time" kind of meet ups, but, still, that is a lot of times to be meeting up

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-82598897309635358712011-08-07T08:24:00.001+01:002011-08-07T08:27:14.039+01:00

I am, apparently, going to be leading the London office of my company. That's because I am experienced, likeable, articulate and intelligent. I certainly didn't expect that. I also didn't expect to be warned, in a manner of speaking, about the eccentricities of my boss, as well as his paranoid and controlling tendencies. So, what I have is a role that seems to offer me a tremendous opportunity

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-13509980560098816892011-08-02T14:10:00.000+01:002011-08-02T14:10:32.849+01:00

As ever, I am in a bit of a crisis. I started my new job last week and have been fighting between feeling exceedingly bored in Sydney as I know no one outside of work and feeling very stressed as I have been leaving the office past 8 pm most nights. I have also had clarification on my role in the new London office; I am indeed expected to take on a leadership role and be "the face" of the company

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-41888143348255182482011-07-22T03:26:00.001+01:002011-07-22T03:28:09.848+01:00

All the soon. All good things must come to an end, I suppose, even if this particular good thing happened to incorporate a very bad thing (a bout of dengue fever). I start my new job on Monday. I'm not looking forward to it, to be honest. Maybe it's because this is the longest break I've had off work in a long time, or because I've been at home and been feeling incredibly nostalgic the whole time

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-1842661812526611272011-07-16T14:43:00.005+01:002011-07-16T15:02:53.255+01:00

I am in love - and, my God, it's the greatest thing that can happen to a man. I tell you, find a woman you can fall in love with. Do it. Let yourself fall in love, if you haven't done so already. You are wasting your life. - D.H. LawrenceI went off to Bangkok following my friends' ROM last week, thinking I'd work on the wedding lunch music and speech upon my return on Thursday, not counting on

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-85501733214543607442011-07-10T18:40:00.000+01:002011-07-10T18:40:26.298+01:00

So far! We'd only been here for six hours and we've managed to try out Bangkok's best pad thai (Thip Samai), a very heavy and starchy local dessert one stall down and toasted bread with condensed milk from Mont, a place which has been around since 1964. In a rather fortuitous moment, my travel companion has brought along a guide to Bangkok's best 50 street food stalls, which will make this trip

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-63054183896873008882011-07-06T18:07:00.006+01:002011-07-10T18:33:09.325+01:00

I met up with an ex today. I'd been looking forward to this meeting. I suspect it's because of my friends' upcoming wedding. I don't mean it in the sense that I want us to get back together, just that I met this ex the same time my friends who are getting married met each other. At the time, all of our friends thought we were the ones who were meant to be. Clearly, they were wrong. Still,

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-34381402585179867282011-07-04T06:11:00.001+01:002011-07-04T06:11:28.754+01:00

A really interesting article on the evolution of Internet dating from The New Yorker: The most valuable asset is attractive females. As soon as you get them, you get loads of creepy guys.This explains so much. [via @TomEats on Twitter]

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-58369319632000840662011-07-03T18:28:00.002+01:002011-07-03T18:29:39.905+01:00

Spa Botanica is not your typical spa experience. It's definitely not the place to go to if you're looking for a simple massage or facial. It's somewhere you go if you're looking to be well and truly pampered. The spa treatments may not be cheap (I paid $139 for a 60 minute massage before GST and service charge, equivalent to London prices), but access to the spa's facilities is included in the

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-2325098082781871372011-07-03T17:41:00.003+01:002011-07-04T06:15:18.974+01:00

I have spent the last couple of days catching up with friends from virtually all of the meaningful stages of my life: secondary school, high school, university and my most recent place of employ, and it has been incredible. This just may have been the best return to Singapore I have had since I moved to London in 2007. I can't articulate it, but just being able to reminise and share stories

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-28443570990528760532011-07-01T06:07:00.002+01:002011-07-01T06:08:26.911+01:00

Finally met up with the bride face-to-face for the first time in just about a year (as we've been living in different countries). Me: You do realise I've had to turn down many dates because I was flying off home and had to get things ready for your wedding? Bride: Really? Do tell. (Several stories later) Me: So, yes, I'd love to have you both as guests at my wedding, but, at this rate, it's

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-45246675062071861182011-06-29T15:29:00.001+01:002011-07-03T17:45:48.615+01:00

The last time I was back, I had quite a few ridiculously good coffees in the land of kopi-o. I went to Oriole, Highlander, Kith Cafe, Papa Palheta, Black and Dimbulah. The best one, in my personal opinion, is Oriole which had not just the best combination of really convenient location and great coffee, but had an incredibly delicious tasting coffee in the form of its World Barista Championship

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-10923247000851376822011-06-29T10:30:00.003+01:002011-06-29T10:49:42.808+01:00

Upon my arrival, I mentioned to my mother the great discrepancy I discovered in the sheer number of places which offered free wifi in Buenos Aires and Washington, D.C. compared to London and Singapore*, despite the latter two being considered among the top financial centres of the world. My mother: We've got wifi at home. Me: Really? That's cool. My mother: Though we're not entirely sure, as

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-69226657349165931362011-06-27T17:10:00.006+01:002011-06-29T11:47:12.049+01:00

F*** me! Her cover (right about the 4:20 mark) works incredibly well. In fact, I think it's way better than the original! It's also incredibly hot. And I'm saying this as a straight female! At one point, she sings lying on her back and... well, just looks oh-so-sexy.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-74575003058143163542011-06-25T23:01:00.002+01:002011-06-25T23:30:17.496+01:00

Is there such a term as a hedgehog day? You know, the kind of day when all you want to do is not talk to anyone, and just stay home or just deal with the familiar. Why 'hedgehog'? Because hedgehogs look cute and adorable, but there are times when they curl up with all the spines on the outside (or so I imagine, or this metaphor won't work). Anyway, if it's not a term, it ought to be. 'Cos this

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-81176868474132059212011-06-25T09:18:00.009+01:002011-06-25T23:16:40.925+01:00

As of today, I no longer work for my old company. It felt so strange to wake up this morning and not have a BlackBerry to check. I know some will think me mad for that, but I have got so used to having to check it every morning that I feel somewhat naked without it. My last day at work was marked by an incredibly late arrival (leaving drinks the night before), a two hour lunch, two hours'

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-87027937387192169172011-06-19T12:34:00.001+01:002011-06-20T14:49:12.692+01:00

I leave for London in a few hours and I'm sad that the Americas chapter of my great summer of travelling is coming to an end. I have had a fantastic time here in Washington, D.C., despite the fact that the person I came to see was called away on business. I love that this place is so walkable, although I have incredibly sore feet right now, and that beautiful sights ambush me as I turn round

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-40727964609617909612011-06-15T19:25:00.002+01:002011-06-15T19:30:36.596+01:00

Written on June 7th during the flight from London So, here I am, once again on my way to Buenos Aires. The last time was a life-changing experience. This time around, I think it would be asking way too much of the universe to expect the same thing to happen. Still, so much has been surprising just this year alone, so, who knows? As with any of my flights, I love watching How I Met Your Mother

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-16171027290055958572011-06-15T13:07:00.002+01:002011-06-15T13:12:01.136+01:00

How time flies! I have been in Buenos Aires for eight days now and it feels as if I have just arrived. In many other ways, though, I have learnt so much, and, yet, not enough. I've been taking many lessons in two tango styles: traditional (milonga) and tango nueva and have been trying to figure out which one I liked more. I think I have an inkling, but, to be honest, when you nail it,

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-49171130386368092962011-06-11T17:16:00.004+01:002011-06-11T17:34:08.741+01:00

I can't explain just how happy I am to be in Buenos Aires. Sure, I am a little lonely here and it is not cheap to be doing the activities that give me this great incredible feeling of being centred, but... It is just such a great city! I thought I might regret coming back to a city I visited just eight months ago, and, unlike many people, I am not back here because of a boy (not that there's

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-10937698486840351862011-06-08T20:31:00.001+01:002011-06-08T20:32:08.372+01:00

Touched down in Buenos Aires a few hours ago, miraculously managing to be among the few flights untouched by the ash cloud. Am now settled into the studio apartment I found on AirBnB which not only has a gorgeous rooftop terrace and is incredibly centrally located as well. And, you may have figured, the wifi works! I am curently basking in a sunlit room trying to get some sleep before my first

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-89226116964933221342011-06-07T03:39:00.005+01:002011-06-07T03:41:22.798+01:00

This probably isn't the latest I've been up packing for a flight that takes place in a few hours. However, this is probably the sickest I've felt pre-boarding in a long time. I went to bed close to 11 pm and woke up around 2 am just so I could commence packing (although, in my defence, I'd laid out my stuff to be packed on the floor, and just hadn't put them in my backpack). I'm also in a bit of

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-42129783754837629102011-06-06T02:02:00.002+01:002011-06-06T02:02:54.293+01:00

While demonstrating the wonder that is ColorSplash to a fellow iPad owner: Friend: Wow, did you design that? Me: In all of the time you've known me, have I ever demonstrated a single ounce of artistic ability? F: Well, I thought it might have manifested in your thirties. Me: Like a latent mutant power. F: Yes! Me: There's a far higher chance of my suddenly being able to fly than my ever learning

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-3949039415868187592011-06-01T01:43:00.003+01:002011-06-01T09:29:34.499+01:00

I have a major weakness when it comes to food, and that's baked goods. I love brownies, apple pies, cinnamon buns, bagels and freshly-baked bread. Suffice it to say that it's almost impossible for me to to go on a carb-free diet. Over the past few years, I've been on the quest to find the perfect brownie. Well, on and off, as if I've been on it continually, my waistline would be much larger than

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-83381766784348413612011-05-31T01:04:00.001+01:002011-05-31T01:05:45.247+01:00

I think I just may have found the perfect wedding song for my best friends' wedding. Strangely enough, it's because of Sinfest that I found it. The simplicity and poetry of the lyrics just moved me so greatly, and I'm hoping my friends agree because it's not often that I come across something and think that it's just so perfect and fitting. The song was originally done by the Magnetic Fields (

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-25036532266804610492011-05-25T23:30:00.003+01:002011-05-26T00:02:59.750+01:00

"There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't 'cause I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-53340449319409026602011-05-25T00:16:00.000+01:002011-05-25T00:16:33.311+01:00

You know how they say if you fake it long enough, you'll eventually believe it and become it? How long is "long enough"? I'm so tired.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-38844459580300362442011-05-22T23:59:00.000+01:002011-05-22T23:59:25.263+01:00

Archer's an animated spy spoof that combines Mad Men, James Bond and Arrested Development. The titular character Sterling Archer (voiced by Jon Benjamin) is the suave super secret agent of ISIS, the spy agency run by CEO and Stone-Cold Bitch-in-Charge Malory (voiced by Jessica Walter who's a hoot as Lucille Bluth in Arrested Development), who just happens to be Sterling's mother. It's rude and

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-7254991826569651862011-05-22T22:16:00.001+01:002011-05-22T22:16:29.772+01:00

This is what I do to my friends when they're trying to make major decisions (except I use a flip of the coin, rather than a Magic 8-ball). And it works. If you're unsure as to what you want to do, and you end up leaving it to chance, so to speak, and the results of that coin toss or shake of the ball disappoint you, then there's a good chance you already know what it is that you want. Of

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-81861741348683293992011-05-21T22:18:00.004+01:002011-05-21T23:07:28.767+01:00

I've said it once and I'll said it again. Prince Charles Cinema is one of the best things about living in London. I've seen The Room (the best worst movie of all-time) and the original Godzilla there.  And a couple of weeks ago, I went to Stand Up Movies, which is, in a nutshell, a screening of a classic comedy preceded by a trio of stand-up comic acts. The movie I went to see that night was

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Been rather busy of late, hence the lack of updates. This week has been filled with gigs, going out with colleagues, resting a strained ankle, and a little bit of planning with respect to Buenos Aires, a trip which is filling me with excitement and utter terror simultaneously. I've got the same feeling about my new job, so I'm starting to think all great opportunities will come with the same

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-46357765196247307652011-05-16T00:32:00.002+01:002011-05-16T00:34:37.736+01:00

I was going to blog a longer post, either about the gigs I've been to, the coffee places I've checked out, the nice things my colleagues have said about me, or even the dating things I've got lined up over the next week or so. Instead, I have been brought low by the return of the dreaded blepharitis. It took ages for it to barely clear up last time my eye felt this painful four years ago, so I'm

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-86175555497997799132011-05-14T09:30:00.004+01:002011-05-14T10:52:35.294+01:00

It has been quite the week. Not only have my home improvement works for the year been completed, but I have also managed to line up a rather unusual date courtesy of experimenting on Doing Something. I've also had several conversations with colleagues and learnt how much they value me, which is always a nice thing to hear. Best of all, I have managed to meet up with my soon-to-be new manager,

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-21351025416615749942011-05-10T21:53:00.009+01:002011-05-14T10:30:15.019+01:00

Holy moly, I cannot believe it. I've booked my flights. Knowing full well that my new job may well kill me - I am, after all, returning to the soul-crushing hours I used to work and will be working alongside the crazy, intense kind of people I used to work with - I've decided to make full use of the time I have before I start work, and return to Buenos Aires to learn tango. I leave in a few

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-58333172007197898302011-05-09T00:22:00.011+01:002011-05-14T10:29:37.872+01:00

Been busy over the last few weeks getting my flat ready for home improvement works. I'm at the final stages now and am looking forward to having my weekends back, although, given that I've got visitors this week (among them, my new employers, fingers crossed for that one), and a couple of overseas trips coming up very soon (not to mention the fact that I haven't planned for them just yet), I

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-38745105672882520512011-05-03T21:37:00.009+01:002011-05-14T10:30:31.433+01:00

A little while ago, I received a text from my friend asking if it was okay for her to give someone my number. This little text was accompanied by a question: "You trust me, right?" Those four words were enough to make me suspicious, so I called her to find out what was up. It turned out that she'd met a Mediterranean type while out drinking with her Mediterranean friend, and, upon finding out he

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-78504385467023495632011-05-03T20:43:00.011+01:002011-05-14T10:30:45.431+01:00

No, not because of that tiny affair which took place last week... but because my best friends, as it turns out, are a tad disorganised. I'm the maid of honour, along with the bride's sister, although it's been acknowledged that I'm the one most likely to make a difference because I just power through everything. I've been asked to sort out the wedding music, including the march-in music (or

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-18355155876569210132011-05-02T09:40:00.017+01:002011-05-02T16:07:32.075+01:00

Only in a small club in Shoreditch can one find oneself going up to a pair of men in pale suits (one blond, one black-haired), asking, heart pounding, "Excuse me, are you 2manydjs?" and, finding out that, yes, one of them - the black-haired one - is indeed half of 2manydjs (1djenough?), go, "I love you!" Only in Shoreditch can that same half of 2manydjs - David Dewaele - say, "I love you too!"

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-43980642585057398212011-04-28T11:44:00.010+01:002011-05-14T10:31:00.999+01:00

I had a much-needed catching up with the Person yesterday; she told me all about her holiday and how, just sometimes, it ain’t that easy being part of a couple when the boyfriend suffers from the curse of being born in the dreaded Year of the Eternal Child (something another friend’s boyfriend and my brother occasionally suffers from). In return, I told her about how I’d sort of rediscovered my

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-58789588609444714772011-04-27T00:11:00.007+01:002011-04-27T08:07:27.489+01:00

I don't know why, but there's just something about the Leopold Buildings on Columbia Road that always grabs me. It's become my favourite building in London. I'm not too sure why. Maybe it's because it's located in a part of London I love. Maybe it's because I love the architectural style, or the fact that I just love balconies. Built in 1872 and restored in 1997 in conjunction with English

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-72873394285497623322011-04-25T21:15:00.007+01:002011-04-25T21:22:33.191+01:00

And it would not be a bad life. He knew that too. Sometimes there is nothing you can do. - Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman At the risk of exposing just how truly geeky I was in my youth, there's a rule in competitive chess called "touch-move". It's much more eloquent in Mandarin: 举手不回 (roughly translated as "once you've raised your hand, there's no turning back"). In gameplay, it means once you've

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-31708362725283910152011-04-22T09:47:00.014+01:002011-05-14T10:31:26.376+01:00

Two of my best friends are getting married to each other this summer. I'm really excited for them. Also, I get to be one of the maids-of-honour! Now, both of them are well aware of my trials and tribulations, despite my moving so far away. The groom-to-be, in particular, loves to hear stories of my bad dates. His favourite so far has been the one about the worst date I have been on in London*,

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-74562313901516175102011-04-21T23:35:00.001+01:002011-04-21T23:35:26.230+01:00

Me: So I have to hire some people to do it as I don't drive and can't get to [that place]. Friend: I can drive. Me: Oh! We could use Streetcar! I'd be more than willing to pay for everything because your helping me out would be so much cheaper. Friend: Yes! We could do it in the middle of the night. Me: That'd work. Friend: And go for ice-cream after! Me: We're so hardcore.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-74859821902455061432011-04-21T19:49:00.002+01:002011-04-21T23:32:48.152+01:00

I was sitting in Mass, daydreaming as I am wont to do, when I just got the strongest feeling that everything - life, job, everything - was going to be all right, and that I'd be just fine. I don't know if it was because of the venue, whether it's because there's a long weekend coming up, or if it's because I had a pretty good week of work - albeit an intense one - as I'd managed to handle

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-60183834031841566802011-04-20T20:44:00.004+01:002011-04-20T21:34:54.831+01:00

So M. and I, the first two females to join our department, went out for lunch. We were joined by one of our younger male colleagues, R. The following conversation ensued: Talking about a new supervisor (who seems oblivious to the fact that his assistants seem to fancy him) R.: Do you think he can deliver? Me: He seems to be very capable. And he's got to be good at his work because he's clueless

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-44714044020499098752011-04-19T21:53:00.007+01:002011-04-19T22:53:21.230+01:00

A conversation with a friend made me realise that I'm dealing with several matters, each of which are incredibly stressful in their own right, all at the same time, including: Having been promoted to a position of significantly greater responsibility Moving on to a new job Having work done on my flat  And that perhaps I should just cut myself some slack and stop stressing about them so much.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-829650960803695942011-04-19T00:58:00.004+01:002011-04-19T01:07:51.653+01:00

Thank you, thank you, thank you, Fyfe Dangerfield and the rest of the Guillemots. I don't wanna play any gamesSomeone always loses and they usually share my name Thanks for being such an amazing band, for being so spontaneous and funny, and for being so damn sincere. Just take me out of here Let me be your souvenir Most of all, thank you for managing to create such songs which capture the

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-57038734545000826512011-04-18T18:37:00.002+01:002011-04-19T01:06:10.614+01:00

Geez! I wish I'd booked some leave over the long bank holiday season now. I feel like I need a break from London and my life very badly. I certainly need to escape before the Bad Idea Bears which seem to be plaguing my life at the moment catch up with me once again.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-60961380219959036852011-04-18T17:41:00.006+01:002011-04-19T01:12:14.755+01:00

The quality of proofreading in the UK has really gone downhill. This has been up for close to ten hours, and still, no one's changed it. For the record, this isn't photoshopped. I'm also really proud that I've spotted this all by myself. Edited at 1.11 am on April 19th: It's still up there. Awesome!

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-12809125371610534412011-04-17T22:04:00.006+01:002011-04-17T23:42:04.057+01:00

I think by now you'll have figured out that I think too much. I tend to analyse things to death, trying to find root causes and figure out ways to prevent/recreate situations, depending on the desired outcome. Then, there are the times I'm sick of thinking, and just resolutely ignore every single sign because I figure that I'm just reading too much into things, seeing things which aren't there

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-28062882143254958842011-04-15T21:55:00.011+01:002011-05-14T10:31:41.868+01:00

I've always been a bit of a shopaholic. Well, that's not strictly true. I became one after I started work. Come to think of it, I started drinking after I started work as well, so I guess the vast majority of my addictions can be traced back to the same period (or, potentially, same cause). In any case, this week, I have purchased: Two dresses (one shirt dress and one mini dress) Two top One

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-12013688023293606322011-04-14T01:50:00.010+01:002011-04-14T01:57:22.593+01:00

So the time has come for me to call it quits on My Single Friend, the online dating site I've been on for over four months. I was e-mailed by a few people, met up with three and had a few add me to faves but didn't do anything when I responded positively. Of the three I met up with, one was patently unsuitable from the very beginning, the next was nice to talk to and all but it kind of felt like

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-92074799677062631932011-04-13T08:16:00.001+01:002011-04-13T08:17:03.611+01:00

Zouk, my one-time spiritual home, came in at #9 on DJ Mag's Top 100 Clubs. It was also rated by Mixmag (at #21, if I recall correctly). It celebrates turning 20 this week. 20! That's a heck of a long time for a club. It even predates Ministry of Sound! So, happy birthday, Zouk! Once a Zoukette, always a Zoukette. I'll see you when I get back.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-58881259973683215652011-04-13T08:07:00.005+01:002011-04-13T11:35:34.234+01:00

Events I desperately do not want to miss: The Knot of the Heart at the Almeida: March 15th - April 30th Joan Miro retrospective at the Tate Modern: April 14th - September 11th E4 Udderbelly Festival at the Southbank Centre: April 21st to July 17th The Cuban Brothers at Cargo: April 27th Diplo at Koko: April 28th  Leonard Street presents Royal Wedding Street Party at the always-awesome The Book

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-43377772637324152492011-04-10T15:59:00.006+01:002011-04-10T16:53:46.381+01:00

I'd been wanting to go to Love Brunch, the daytime clubbing affair at supperclub in Notting Hill, for ages. I'm not sure what it was about it, but, quite possibly, the sheer decadence of it all - you arrive at 12 pm, eat brunch, get sloshed on cheap drinks and dance the afternoon away, while watching the occasional performance - just made it sound so very trendy and cool. It also sounded way too

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-84375100940165708412011-04-09T09:42:00.005+01:002011-04-15T23:02:43.579+01:00

Which, coincidentally, was the pick-up line my university boyfriend claimed I used on him. In any case, Friday. Where should I start? Should I begin with the hangover from the Qype party and pub quiz the night before? I know it's Lent and I've given up weekday drinking and all, but it apparently morphed into a "I've given up weekday drinking unless the drinks are free" kind of Lenten promise.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-79179595249497708312011-04-06T23:33:00.000+01:002011-04-06T23:33:49.189+01:00

And Issa's capsule collection most definitely fits the bill! The collection will be available at Net-a-Porter at the end of this month. Check out Stylist for more details.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-66677274810673845212011-04-02T12:21:00.001+01:002011-04-02T12:22:06.483+01:00

I resigned yesterday. Sadly for my boss, it wasn't an April Fools' joke. I really appreciate everything he's done for me, and finally realised he'd been grooming me (out of three of us) to take over from my manager in a few years, but, ultimately, now that the chance to make a career change has come about, I really owe it to myself to give this a shot, longer hours, more stress, longer

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-3108684128905756762011-03-30T01:44:00.003+01:002011-05-10T22:17:02.642+01:00

I don't think I've ever felt as happy or as free in London in recent times as I did on Saturday. What exactly was it about that day which made me so happy? Maybe it was the awesome Britney dance workshop I took, maybe it was the alcohol I drank, maybe it was the great venue that is Bloomsbury Lanes, and maybe it was just meeting fantastic people with whom I clicked and just ended up talking

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-26784713124981805392011-03-29T07:37:00.003+01:002011-03-30T01:47:11.495+01:00

One seems to be mirroring the other more and more everyday. I don't mean that I'm dating within my work circle or anything like that. Just that the guy with whom I had a third date three weeks ago and who seemed so enthusiastic about me never called. And the company which seemed so friendly and welcoming and so excited about having me join them... they too haven't called since I sent back

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-2409190907288045982011-03-28T14:42:00.000+01:002011-03-28T14:42:48.913+01:00

"Black as the devil, Hot as hell, Pure as an angel, Sweet as love." - summed up succinctly and eloquently by Charles Maurice de Talleyrand (I must confess that I can't take my coffee without milk though.)

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-85614212693990380852011-03-23T03:25:00.002Z2011-03-23T03:26:37.780Z

This isn't meant to be a meaningful post. It's 3.20 am, for goodness' sake. Nothing good can come from my being up this late. And why exactly am I up this late anyway? In part, I had some admin to do - some very big admin which I'd rather not get into - and, while searching for the paperwork I needed for that, I came across my current employment contract and realised that I'd underestimated the

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-8396517036735422912011-03-22T01:29:00.003Z2011-03-23T03:27:27.688Z

Amidst all of the discussion about my job offer, there's one site I came across which I felt really spoke to me: Penelope Trunk's blog. Sure, I'm the typical self-help sucker who'd fall for anything, but, in all honesty, when you're feeling so terribly lost and confused, any little bit helps. In fact, I felt the site was so good that I ended up buying her new book, telling her why I had done so.

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-67882305731581724272011-03-21T15:14:00.000Z2011-03-21T15:14:59.716Z

Colleague (while pouring juice): Everything's so stressful now that we've moved [to central London]. Me: Erm. You're dripping (indicating flow of juice onto colleague's shoes). Colleague: I don't know how to do anything!!

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-17174036140777089592011-03-21T01:58:00.002Z2011-03-21T02:00:27.474Z

A beautifully written tribute to women and reading by Charles Warnke on Thought Catalog. My favourite part (aside from the ending): The girl who reads will be patient with an intermission and expedite a denouement. But of all things, the girl who reads knows most the ineluctable significance of an end. She is comfortable with them. She has bid farewell to a thousand heroes with only a twinge of

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-11977914196715157982011-03-21T01:28:00.005Z2011-03-21T02:08:47.994Z

So, hardball (as P. called it) or reasoned negotiation (as I called it) didn't work. The company came back to me with a politely-worded "take it or leave it" and with a 48 hour deadline. I decided to do the only thing I could: buy time. So I informed them I would accept subject to contract. I waited, and a contract arrived. Did I like the terms any more? No, no, I didn't. I learned I would get

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-41902605164833848652011-03-14T00:44:00.003Z2011-03-14T01:12:19.529Z

I don't know how Fyfe consistently comes up with songs that just tear at your heartstrings and yet aren't at all cheesy. I Don't Feel Amazing Now is off The Guillemots' new album Walk the River and, having had the privilege of going to their secret show at the Tabernacle two weeks back, can definitely say that it's a great album, and that this is the best song off it. Enjoy! And, wonder of

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-46443237118087475442011-03-13T16:56:00.004Z2011-03-14T00:52:49.311Z

Things can change so quickly over the course of a week. My new floor's looking nice and lovely. I'm now not entirely sure I'm in the mindset to be properly dating or even casually hanging out with guys in a not-serious relationship at all. I'm in a fair better position than I expected to be (though, to be fair, in some ways, I thought I would be, in others, I didn't as I thought the powers that

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-45144722567687571432011-03-06T00:08:00.000Z2011-03-06T00:08:48.273Z

Wonder of wonders, so I'm not a psychopath after all. Quite the contrary. I did well in the assessment tests (my verbal, numerical and IQ scores were off the charts... but, hey, I could have told you that without the need for a test) and, more importantly, my personality is such that it fits in so well with the company's culture that they really really really want me to work for them. And that,

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-26072627940574694602011-02-27T16:59:00.003Z2011-02-27T17:03:30.014Z

(Italics indicate Mandarin) Phone convo with a friend who's with someone whom she doesn't want overhearing our conversation: Come out with me to my friend's Christmas party tonight! Me: Why would anyone have a Christmas party at the end of February? Friend: Oops, I meant birthday. Me: I'm not feeling too well, to be honest. Friend: Well, if you change your... how do you say 'mind'? Me (in jest):

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-73779413832841510702011-02-26T14:29:00.005Z2011-02-26T14:40:47.472Z

Aka Little Miss Random's week of following her gut. Aside from the previously mentioned job interview which resulted in my doing something for the first time in my entire working life (hint: it's not (too) serious, and it involves time off work), there was also the significantly large expenditure in the way of a new customised wardrobe (this in spite of not knowing the size of my bonus), and

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-91230766306767410452011-02-25T22:10:00.003Z2011-02-25T22:13:53.831Z

So... I went through an intensive round of psychometric assessments today. Ever since 'failing' one over a year ago whereupon the company in question decided I wasn't good enough at, essentially, my job, to go through to the next round, despite empirical evidence to the contrary (I mean, hello? I've consistently scored in the top 20% of my batch across the region in bigger organisations than the

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-72377574717308367782011-02-20T20:11:00.020Z2011-02-20T23:31:13.504Z

I know, I know. I'm a little late on this one, regardless of whether I'm going by the Roman calendar or the Chinese calendar. And it's not as if I'd just thought of these, as I'm already informally sticking to these guidelines (that's right, guidelines, not rules), but thought I might as well write them down, if only to either get some insight on them, or just so people can get additional insight

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-82589173371969791592011-02-20T16:48:00.012Z2011-02-20T23:26:52.039Z

Someone once asked me what part of myself I was most proud of. This was quite a long time back, and I think it was because we were playing some game as part of our NYE celebrations. In any case, I answered, "my hair." To this day, it still hasn't changed. I love my hair. No matter what I do to it (which is very little, I don't even brush my hair in the morning), it always looks good. There are

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-57907404262508254052011-02-17T01:39:00.003Z2011-02-17T01:40:28.422Z

I have been exhausted lately. And this is why. I commute to work. I work long hours. I commute back home. I prepare dinner. I eat. I'm still too wound up to sleep. I surf. I get engrossed in watching TV online. I do everything possible to put off important tasks such as cleaning up my flat so that I can get the tradesman in and let them do their thing comfortably, or sending in job applications,

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-20011331608651351202011-02-16T21:50:00.006Z2011-02-16T21:56:08.504Z

Right, Operation How-the-hell-am-I-ever-going-to-declutter is off to a good start. First, there was the epic hauling of several bags of books and clothes to the charity shop a few tube stops away. Then there was the epic hauling of several bags of not-so-good clothes to the recycling bin over a mile away on foot. Then came the arranging of a charity shop pick-up for unwanted furniture. And then

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-21553416338869125242011-02-14T12:07:00.002Z2011-02-14T12:07:48.662Z

M.: Booze is very expensive in Singapore Me: No, it's not, you just don't know where to go. I'd tell you, but that would render those places terminally uncool. And later, after my Glee ticket was delivered to me: Me: I'm four rows from the front, where I'll be sitting with people half my age. M. (who is older than I am by quite a few years and also loves Glee): Are you going to be embarrassed if

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I guess the main problem with my blog is that I don't have any specific focus on anything in particular. The one common thing about my posts is that they all involve me. So I guess I'm just a very self-centred blogger. It is with that in mind that I go on to post about Purity Organic skincare. It's not quite a review - all I can say is that I've used the Anti-Aging Serum and Mask (as a mask) and

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-79225430818598808242011-02-12T14:12:00.007Z2011-02-20T23:01:14.113Z

So my weekend didn't turn out to be as brutal as it could have. The workmen came, took one look, cancelled the job and told me they'd reschedule. Apparently, I needed to have my washing machine disconnected and they weren't allowed to touch it. Now, if this were the only reason the job was cancelled, I'd have been hopping mad. However, they noticed that the quality of the flooring job done before

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-78538247493450409182011-02-11T01:08:00.006Z2011-02-20T23:01:14.114Z

So, I am heading to a Singles Night tomorrow night. As with all dating events I have been to - and I think that's been two so far - there've always been more females than males. I'm not sure if it's down to an actual male-female imbalance in London, or if females are just more willing to take the plunge or if guys don't have the same kind of issues females do. I don't know. I'll admit I don't do

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Sunday's HMV Next Big Thing was a pivotal moment for me. It wasn't just one of those "this is why I love London so much" moments. It was also the moment I realised that I just might love going to gigs more than just listening to music. As in, live music is in itself now a separate passion of mine, and not just lumped into the "I love music" category. I'm not explaining myself very clearly, but I

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-51646721842280175212011-02-05T11:09:00.009Z2011-02-20T23:01:14.115Z

I was really rather nervous about yesterday's date. Of all of the men off the site so far, this one seemed to be the most suited to me. And that's never a good sign, you know? Someone so good on paper that there must be a catch some where. I'd deliberately decided against messaging too much before meeting up because I didn't want there to be a situation in which someone feels they know way too

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-36624848864053306622011-01-30T10:32:00.002Z2011-05-10T22:15:39.052+01:00

After having had a few months off dance class, I decided to dive right back in with Craig's Save the Last Dance workshop at Frame yesterday. Yes, I, someone with no ballet experience whatsoever (I tried one class when I was four, told the teacher that I hated it and that my mother said it was fine and never went back), decided to try to learn the Juilliard audition piece in two hours. Clearly

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-77155744255416730762011-01-29T18:55:00.003Z2011-02-20T23:01:14.116Z

When it comes to dating, I have something I like to call "The Six Inch Rule". No, it's got nothing to do with that, you dirty-minded pervs. Ideally, any guy I date should be six inches taller than I am because that's the perfect height for resting my head on his shoulder, whether we're sitting or standing. And I like that feeling, the sensation that comes of being wrapped in a guy's arms and

Little Miss Randomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15017904007242471739noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3711422.post-48312643580107374402011-01-29T18:19:00.004Z2011-01-29T19:34:17.323Z

At the risk of sounding like a total shopaholic, I'm going to add to the list of bargains I've managed to nab myself this January. I recently discovered Chie Mihara via an old post on Domestic Sluttery and wanted to get myself a pair so as to test out exactly how comfortable the shoes were. I'm not that tall, and I like wearing heels, and sometimes do so for hours on end, only to pay for it with

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