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BANK

Silver — Tue, 18 May 2010 11:21:36 +0000

Dear beloved one in Christ,

I knew that this letter may be a very big surprise to you, I came across your email contact from my personal search and I instructed the doctor here in this hospital to help me email you and I believe that you will be honest to fulfill my final wish before I will die.

I am Mrs Ruth Hull from Malaysia, I am 68 years old, I am deaf and suffering from a long time cancer of the breast. From all indication my condition is really deteriorating, and my doctor have courageously advised me that I may not live beyond the next two months, this is because the cancer stage has reached a critical extent, of which I am having difficulties unable to move my entire body. I was brought up in a motherless babies home, and was married to my late husband for twenty years without a child.

My husband and I are true Christians, we lived all day in Colorado, U.S.A, since he was working here as a contractor, but quite unfortunately,he died in a fatal motor accident.Since his death I decided not to re-marry and because of my bad state of health,I sold all my inherited belongings and deposited all the sum of ($25.8 Million United States Dollars) with a bank in Malaysia.

Presently, this money is still in the BANK, and the management of the BANK just wrote a letter to me as the rightful Legitimate beneficiary to come forward to receive the money after keeping it for so long or rather issue a letter of authorization to somebody to receive it on my behalf since I can not come over as a result of my present cancer illness situation, or they get it confiscated. Presently, I’m with my laptop computer in a hospital where I have been undergoing treatment. I have since lost my ability to talk and my doctor have told me that I have only a few months to live.

It is my last wish to see that this money is invested in any organization of your choice and distributed each year among the charity organization, the poor and the motherless baby’s home where I come from in Malaysia. I want your good humanitarian,to also use this money to fund churches, orphanages and widows around.

I must let you know that this was a very hard decision, but I had to take a bold step towards this issue because I have no further option. I hope you will help see my last wishes come to come true.

As soon as I receive your reply I shall give you the contact of my lawyer to work and source for the required necessary and legal paper to proof you as the accredited person I sent to receive the fund presently at the Bank in Malaysia. I will also issue a letter of authorization to the bank, which will prove that you are the rightful beneficiary of my funds. Please assure me that you will act accordingly as I stated herein. Hope to hear from you soonest.

I await your immediate and urgent response on this my beloved.

On My Email: ruthhull4christ@gmail.com

Yours in Christ,

Mrs. Ruth Hull
I found this in my spam box. I shall be contacting her post haste.

Kurt, the exception to the rule

Silver — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 13:21:04 +0000

I finally washed my Luella Kurt cardigan for the first time since I bought it, which has to be over a year ago. I know, I know, I am disgusting. And I know this because it took three (hand) washes to get clean. It also took three (hand) washes for me to realise why it says ‘dry clean only’ on the tag. BECAUSE IT WAS FADING FROM BLACK TO GREY. Now I don’t even know if it was dirty or if the greyish water seeping from Kurt the first, second and third time I soaked and rinsed it was actually its colour abandoning me.

So yes. Luella cardigans are the exception to the rule. Normally most overpriced knitwear can be handwashed even though it says ‘dry clean only’. Kurt, I wish I’d listened. I’m sorry.

I also managed to burn off half my face with an old facepack which I realise now, in retrospect, was 99% acid. I’ve got a red ring around my face, like someone placed a huge mug full of steaming hot coffee on it. For some reason my inner face survived the acid attack. Huh.

EPIC FAIL.

Although there is a lesson to be learnt here: do not clean or clear (which is how I found that stupid sulphuric facepack in the first place). EVER.

do shoot.

Silver — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 19:54:14 +0000

Ages ago when I was young and hopeful, I worked in music event organising and journalism – interviewing bands on and off camera (mostly for the free drinks and boys). During which, through my sort-of-boss/drinking partner, I met Brett Jefferson Scott who organised interactive photo treasure hunts through the streets of London. (I met him when I helped organise a club night at Cargo to celebrate the end of one of his treasure hunt events – just for clarity of understanding). I haven’t seem or heard of him in years but I’ve recently learnt that he’s still doing his thing!

His brainchild had grown from ‘Shoot Shoreditch’ (obviously this is where something like this would be born) to ‘Shoot London’ (natural progression) and is now ‘Shoot experience‘ (I do like the new double meaning).

The event basically encourages people to run around a certain area (or city) finding objects, getting drunk, having fun and unleashing their inner Mario Testino to create beautiful and interesting photographs with the stuff they find. Also, if your photos are really good or something you can win stuff! SPRING BREAK!!!

Jessica Fletcher, style icon

Silver — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 16:46:13 +0000

albaz, i love you

Silver — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 17:57:11 +0000

I’ve been absolutely loving nude-on-white for sometime now. But Lanvin does it so perfectly, I feel humbled. Also I want the every, single last one of the necklaces from this collection. Alber truly understands me like no other.

Wardrobe mugshots – halloween

Silver — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 20:15:15 +0000

Plastic cups and Strongbow. Terrifying.

I just threw up in my mouth a little

Silver — Sun, 08 Nov 2009 19:33:59 +0000

So fucked up. Just so very, very, very fucked up. Oh god.

scary good housekeeping

Silver — Thu, 29 Oct 2009 19:59:21 +0000

We can all imagine the type of woman that do this, right? My childhood JP* friends’ mothers. And so by now, also my childhood friends. Hmmm, how grim.

For the rest of these charming “Haunting Halloween decorations”, as well as step-by-step instructions (in case you’re incapable of figuring out how to dye three pumpkins white and spell out the word ‘boo’) then take thee self over to the ever helpful Good Housekeeping Guide. It’s pretty much my bible.

*Jewish Princess

riding with lady luck

Silver — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 22:35:45 +0000

Very possibly one of my favourite songs.

Drunk internet

Silver — Mon, 26 Oct 2009 15:24:03 +0000

In my search for a working vodka jelly recipe (I’ve never managed to get it to set, probably because I put in too much vodka – in the fight between quality and quantity, the latter always seems to win) I discovered an entire website dedicated vodka jelly. Yep an entire website. And an entire page dedicated to ‘interesting vodka jelly facts’. Such as:

‘Also known as Vodka Jello or Vodka Jell-o in U.S.A’

‘Remember the strong colourings in jelly will make a real mess if anybody throws up on your furniture or carpets!’

‘You can get drunk pretty quickly with vodka jelly as you can’t usually taste much vodka and you don’t know how much you are consuming.’

Clearly there’s a clash of semantics here. I’m not sure I would use the word ‘interesting’, nor ‘facts’, come to think of it.

Anyway, it appears to be British. WHAT???!! Yes exactly! I truly thought it would be the handiwork of some American college students. Much like this and this.

SPRING BREAK!!!