tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51390392011-04-22T04:44:19.820+01:00Short and scottishThe blog of a deminutive scot in a world filled with tall peopleChantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1097870486638931532004-10-15T21:00:00.000+01:002004-10-15T21:01:26.640+01:00Filthy moods
I seem to be having a lot of mood swings recently. This could be down to a couple of things.
1) I am between contracts at the moment this means that the flat gets tidied during the day, I purchase more reading material, and eat more, but essentially I am bored. I recon that my body may be spicing up my life a little by throwing in a few emotional swings.
2) I have been watching Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1092416812361586432004-08-13T17:54:00.000+01:002004-08-13T18:06:52.363+01:00Empty Pages
Probably the most powerful thing in the world is the empty page.
It can mystify the most eloquent of people.
It has the potential to become part of the most amazing poem or a paper aeroplane, but until someone writes on it or uses it then it is just raw potential waiting...
That is sometimes how I feel amount myself, because no matter how many pieces of paper are filled there will Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1087050172479644332004-06-12T14:46:00.000+01:002004-06-12T15:22:52.480+01:00Shouty men
I have an constant enigma in my life.
About one in ten times of me walking up a street wearing a skirt or a tight top or even my baggy wear. A man decides that it would be an excellent idea to shout things out their car window "like hey gorgeous" or "smile" or "hey it might never happen" or "worse things happen at sea" except for the last one, where I replied "maybe I should become Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1085322073223178502004-05-23T15:19:00.000+01:002004-05-23T15:21:13.223+01:00The last hill
Let it never be said that I don’t keep my promises on the 8th of may 2004 I brought a bike. It is blue. As a result I have been cycling into work almost everyday for the past two week and I have observed several interesting things.
• The roads in London are very rough. I don’t mean rough as in there being mad crazy people walking around ready to jump you. I mean rough as in not Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1083966376801992282004-05-07T22:46:00.000+01:002004-05-07T22:50:37.640+01:00Clapham Junction
I am going to this more often... tring to find beautiful things in the everyday. It has allowed me to feel slightly more optimistic. Today for example i saw rail workers wearing orange vests walking in a synchroniced manner along the track it was like they really had been considering donning rubber hats and frilly swimming cossys and springing into a pool of fresh blue dyed Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1083792384188866972004-05-05T22:26:00.000+01:002004-05-05T22:30:42.763+01:00Beautiful things
The cherry blossom is up and falling every where the world always seems prettier with cherry blossom… the thing about beautiful things is that they still make a mess.
Take Swans, huge beautiful graceful and white with long necks that end in a perfect beak. Poems get written about them, the most famous ballet ever written is about swans. But have you ever seen swan Poo? It Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1082924884236694462004-04-25T21:28:00.000+01:002004-04-25T21:32:09.530+01:00Marathons
A long time ago there used to be a very nice chocolate called a marathon, implying that it lasted a very long time and was a lot of work. Perhaps because of the implication its name got changed to snickers which implys that it stinks of cheese, oh well.
The thing is that alot of things in life have the feeling of marthons. You start with this great feeling of expectation and Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1081780714032677442004-04-12T15:38:00.000+01:002004-04-12T15:42:21.543+01:00Once upon a time…
When I was little there was no other phrase that could make me feel special and comfortable as “once upon a time”. My father used to whisper those words to me as if they were magical and sweet as if they were precious gold dust that could only be said once before tarnishing and fading away. They told me that great adventures were ahead and that their, was beauty and excitementChantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1081514097649103342004-04-09T13:34:00.000+01:002004-04-09T13:38:41.123+01:00Roller coasters
Of all the contrite sayings that exist on this planet, “life is a roller coaster” has to be the most applicable to me most right now.
Yes it has been said by the Bain of all Pop Ronan Keating, but lets not count that against it too much.
For a long time I had been wondering around the theme park staring at all the rides. Feeling a little jealous of the people on them, then I Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1080762581006210982004-03-31T20:49:00.000+01:002004-03-31T20:53:12.763+01:00Going Home
I went back to Scotland for a very short weekend. There are a few things that I realised about going back to the place that I grew up.
Firstly it hasn’t changed, everything seems to be as it was when I last time I saw it in fact everything seems to be exactly the same as when I was growing up, same buildings, same people, same dodgy sauna.
However it has changed, if you look closerChantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1079135948819114762004-03-12T23:59:00.000Z2004-03-13T00:02:15.606ZSleeping positions.
There aren’t that many advantages to being short and single. This may be the only one. You can play at odd ways of sleeping.
Yes I know it sounds dull that is because it is but it passes the time when you are not doing other fun things with sheets.
This results in loads of great moments such as the RUN and the horizontally roll, where you lie horizontally along the bed thenChantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5139039.post-1078530271031606222004-03-05T23:44:00.000Z2004-03-05T23:47:28.950ZThis is a blog about a fairly unusual person. Yes I know that is an odd thing to say about yourself but i guess, that proves the point.
Why am i unusual? what makes me stick out? maybe i should stop asking questions and just write?
The thing is that i am shit at self promotion. This is the girl who's mother wrote her university entrance statement, well not all of it just the bit about Chantalhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17106142383243042461noreply@blogger.com0