Nearly project 365

Rather than giving you a blow by blow account of each day since I last did a project 365, I thought I'd combine them into one picture. Let's just say they're all there. Ahem.


Since March activities have included:

library time, essay writing, bed, teeth brushing, reading, entertaining John, watching television, voting, Starbucks, computing, London, France, and various sports and recreation. (You might need to click on it to see them better.)


I hope to get back on course now.

I haven’t moaned about a phone in a while

So here we go. I got a Motorola RAZR as my Singapore mobile (or hand phone as they call here). My beloved Nokias were too expensive and Sony Ericsson was definitely out. Motorola had the advantage of me using one last year in America plus this one has iTunes. I have an iPod so I don’t know why that excites me so much but it does.

Tonight I thought it was time that I showed you my much talked about classroom displays. Easy enough, take the memory card out of the phone, put it in the adaptor and put it in the computer. Nooooooooo. Spend twenty minutes trying to get the back off the phone off before you can take the card out is the important first step. I even got the instructions to make sure I was doing it right. Anyway once it was off the rest of the steps were painless so...


A jaggy blue border and a yellow background complement the work on the Paris Peace Conference beautifully. To the right a mosaic of information on Egyptian farming and Chinese dynasties complete the board.

Forgive me if I talked it up too much but I hadflipping well Ancient Egyptian farming to work with. Let me see what you could do with that!

At the back I have a Bible books display which took about four hours to put together and up.


And yet I don’t think it shows it.

In other photo news:

I caught my first cockroach.


Not the best photo granted, but it’s there. There’ll be more though, I just know it.

I spend an inordinate amount of time on the 6th floor of a shopping centre waiting to pick up my wireless router.


I surely cannot be the only one who still, even in older years, is dying to spit from a balcony at great height?

Photos from my (soon to be old) phone

I had the most frustrating day where O2's superior customer service shone through again and they blamed everything on the couriers.

Anyway I am currently taking everything off my phone before it is exhanged sometime tomorrow. Even in the few shorts weeks I had it there were a few classics that never made it here. For instance:


The most perfect rainbow across the Carrick skyline (please note, despite what it may look like I pulled over for this. I would never drive and hold my phone. Never.)


Nicky's hand shaped to look like a butt. At least I hope it was his hand.


My 10000th mile. Again, pulled over. Must get that speedometer looked at.


Adam TOM (the official addition to Team on Mission names in my phone, like Smash Hits' posters 'Ben A1') pretending to be a tortoise in the office. In this one cardbox box impression he demonstrates the difference between my old place of employment and my current.

I never had to return a Nokia

I always prefer phones that make noise or shake when someone calls or texts. I also like it when you do happen to notice when someone is calling you can hear them and they can hear you.

Yes, that's right, my new phone has stopped working. I have to return it and get another. Grr bloody grr.

I am seriously dossing this afternoon, I have to prepare YF and while I largely know what I'm doing the finer details have not been finalised (ie discussion questions, bible verses and the like) so I thought I'd share my frustrations re. the ongoing saga of my phone. But must go, washing to be done. Told you I was dossing!

Sony Ericsson 1 - 0 Blogger Beta

So last night I was playing with my phone and discovered I could blog from my phone! Except that I can't transfer those blogs to Blogger Beta only the old Blogger. Grr! So you can go here to see what I put up!

No seriously, sign up for Blogger Beta, it's great.

As if being a Monk wasn't already a life of sacrifice

My parents are being tourist guides this week to people from England. All well and good I thought. That was until I met them. Don’t get me wrong, they’re lovely people and all, I met them last night when they came over from dinner. But it was like dinner with Wallace and Wendolene. They didn’t ask for Wensleydale or anything but I was expecting it, they sounded exactly like them. The funniest statement of the meal though came when Wendolene asked my mum as she was pouring the Shloer did she make it herself! Have they never seen it in Yorkshire? Is it not a staple of Christmas there? But most obviously, did she not see the big massive label that would rule out any home brewing of the fizzy apple juice?!

If know me at all, you’ll know I hate noises eating noises and the like. People hitting cutlery off their teeth, slurping drinks, and generally eating like a donkey grates on me like nails down a blackboard to other people. A few seconds into the dinner last night I turned to see what the noise was to discover it was Wallace sniffing. He carried this on every other second of the entire meal. And where was Sniffy Snifferson sitting? Right beside me of course. Believe me when I say I could not get to a snuffle free environment quick enough, and I internally cursed my mother when she presented the dessert. Food fans will be pleased to hear that I endured the intolerable sniffing for a further five minutes to enjoy the best apple pie in the world…ever.

In other news I got a new phone. Last year I didn’t have much choice in turning my back on Nokia, this year I did and I switched to Sony Ericcson. I feel like I am cheating on Nokia, really I do. There are a few annoying things about it, like I can’t seem to change the left and right menu buttons, I press the wrong buttons all the time, ‘bt’ comes up before ‘at’ and most worrying for y’all, I may have to take photos with the phone sideways which will give away the game for the old surreptitious photos.


I can’t decide if I like the red or not. Technically I can still return it if I don’t like it so all is not lost for Nokia.

But I do think it’s relatively easy to use, it’s got a good clear screen, and how sad am I – like the font. Ruth has also shown me the cool animation things you can add to messages. So all things considered it’s not bad.

One thing though, in predictive text why does ‘nun’ come up before ‘mum’ and ‘sacred’ before ‘scared’? Why would the inventor of predictive text put those first? I can’t think of one instance in my life when I have needed to write ‘nun’ in a hurry. Nope, not one. Neither can I think of a sentence where I would put 'sacred'. ‘Holy’ maybe, but not 'sacred'. Also ‘monk’ isn’t a known word? Seems a little unfair to me. If I were a monk I’d be writing a sternly worded letter. Maybe I’ll petition on their behalf. Or then again, maybe I'll not.