Well, I am on week two of cardio and it is going a-ok.
Up to 25 mins three times a week and I swear I am dying of water-loss or something of the like.
I had a shower and I was parched, I was nearly tempted to drink the shower water but I didnae!
25 mins is kinda hard but I get old Freddie on and I am off.
That is all for today.
Also, went to cousin's house on Friday for her birthday party and once again the hair cutting subject was brought up, just because I want long hair I must be oppressed by mes parentinos. I tend to agree, not because it is true but because it is easier to agree as I don't get any satisfaction out of defending what my parents do. I know how they treated me when I was a child, I know how they treat me now, will arguing about it change? No, so for all intents and purposes you can assume that my parents keep me on lockdown, even though I don't live at home any more?
The fat, wannabe emo still wants a tattoo but her Dad has told her that she isn't allowed as only whores and uneducated fools have them *ahem*. I am mega proud of my Dad for what he said in response to that, hehehehe.
This truly is it.
2007/07/23
2007/07/19
I'm burning through the sky yeah, Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit
If that song and that line should be dedicated to anyone being judged on their actions over the past two weeks, it would go to Simon.
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I have been shopping like it is going out of fashion over the past two weeks and it's really not good, but now I am going to stop, I only need to buy one pair of jeans then I am done.
Mr. Fahrenheit there has gone shopping with me to each and every one of these shops and not complained ONCE and he has paid for everything (despite the many arguments we had due to him being too gentlemanly, I suppose that is his only fault), he has put up with complaints of my feet hurting and soldiered on.
Bleh, I love you man. There is a deeper sentiment in there, one that you know of and one which you will no doubt be shown as well.
Anywho, over the past two weeks I have bought the following (it might not look like a lot but to me it is as I usually go out and struggle to find ONE thing I like but this time I got lucky AND the sales were on):
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The carrier bag and the tags from my knicker shopping frenzy, the pants shan't be posted as they are called UNDERwear for a raison.
2007/07/18
Shampoo Combinations/Losing My Glasses
All who know me are aware that when it comes to shampoo and conditioner, I am a whore.
I buy every kinda shampoo out there that could possibly tame my frizz, this results in me not only spending a lot of money but also amassing a lot of bottles. Every once in a while I have my conscience pricked as when I tidy the bathroom properly I see that every single bottle of shampoo or conditioner (bar one or two) belong to me. Normally I just mix bottles of same shampoos/collections.
However, today I decided to do something new, I found a few old frizz reducing shampoos (which incidentally, lied) and whacked them into one Umberto Giannini bottle which still had a residue in it of a thickening shampoo by the man, UG. Now the bottle has the original shampoo, L'oreal anti frizz (well, tis an orangey bottle that I added) and some Sunsilk frizz free shampoo..it seems to have worked ok. The same approach was taken re. conditioner, I applied three today, two bottles were on their way out so I just jammed that on my head too.
Now I have the following shampoo and conditioner bottles:
I buy every kinda shampoo out there that could possibly tame my frizz, this results in me not only spending a lot of money but also amassing a lot of bottles. Every once in a while I have my conscience pricked as when I tidy the bathroom properly I see that every single bottle of shampoo or conditioner (bar one or two) belong to me. Normally I just mix bottles of same shampoos/collections.
However, today I decided to do something new, I found a few old frizz reducing shampoos (which incidentally, lied) and whacked them into one Umberto Giannini bottle which still had a residue in it of a thickening shampoo by the man, UG. Now the bottle has the original shampoo, L'oreal anti frizz (well, tis an orangey bottle that I added) and some Sunsilk frizz free shampoo..it seems to have worked ok. The same approach was taken re. conditioner, I applied three today, two bottles were on their way out so I just jammed that on my head too.
Now I have the following shampoo and conditioner bottles:
- Aussie Three Minute Miracle Frizz Reducer
- Aussie Long Hair Shampoo
- Aussie Long Hair Three Minute Conditioner
- Tresemme Shampoo for Frizzy Hair
- Tresemme Conditioner for Dry/Damaged Hair
- Pantene Clarifying Shampoo (for the greasy days)
- A cheapy but goody bottle of Boots Conditioner for Healthy Hair (bought from the Clearance shelf for 90p..damn them for not making any more!)
- Gliss Conditioner for Frizzy Hair
- Pantene Repair and Protect Shampoo
- Pantene Winter Protection Shampoo
- Pantene Winter Protection Conditioner
I think that is all, I had a considerable more this morning but now I finally know what works good for my hair, I feel I can give all my loving and devotion to a small range of hair washing aids.
Also, this is embarrassing BUT whilst I was cleaning the toilet, my glasses slid off my face and into the bog, they have always been loose on me, this is why I don't like Specsavers, no personal touch! Anywho, I went to the opticians and he let me choose a brand spanking new pair for free..yay!
Also, the combination of shampoos has done my hair no harm today but all three mixed are no match for my number one shampoo, Tresemme, how did I ever live without you?!
Copycats
Why must some people always try to emulate what you do?
I know that they say that it is the best form of flattery but I bet "they" have never been copied.
I know certain people who steal all the words I use (Yes, I have my own words as my mates knows) and then use them back on me or state that I copied them, even though they have NEVER used those words before. I also know people who latch onto everything I am in love with and then try to claim that they were onto it before I was and tell everyone that I am the one copying them.
Why try and be me? Do I copy anybody else? No.
Tis seriously beginning to piss me off.
On another note, I needs some help, I have some music that is in WMA format and I need to change it into mp3 format so if anyone knows how to do that, do let me know.
That is all that I have to report from Mayfair this afternoon, the sun is shining and I am happy as I have done my cardio share for the week (though I may carry it on for five days as it's no longer the chore it once was..maybe I should start doing it for longer!) Man, I spoke to soon, some fucker's alarm is going off, how the hell can you not hear that and realise it is yours?! Idiots.
Also, need to go to the hospital this evening so I better scrub up, might even meet a fit doctor..muwahahahahahahahaha.
I feel a bit odd today, my stomach is hurting though that tis to be expected due to it being the time of the month but apart from that, I have a separate pain inside, I can't locate it..strange, seeing as I am happy about everything APART FROM THAT BASTARD ALARM!
I think that is all.
I know that they say that it is the best form of flattery but I bet "they" have never been copied.
I know certain people who steal all the words I use (Yes, I have my own words as my mates knows) and then use them back on me or state that I copied them, even though they have NEVER used those words before. I also know people who latch onto everything I am in love with and then try to claim that they were onto it before I was and tell everyone that I am the one copying them.
Why try and be me? Do I copy anybody else? No.
Tis seriously beginning to piss me off.
On another note, I needs some help, I have some music that is in WMA format and I need to change it into mp3 format so if anyone knows how to do that, do let me know.
That is all that I have to report from Mayfair this afternoon, the sun is shining and I am happy as I have done my cardio share for the week (though I may carry it on for five days as it's no longer the chore it once was..maybe I should start doing it for longer!) Man, I spoke to soon, some fucker's alarm is going off, how the hell can you not hear that and realise it is yours?! Idiots.
Also, need to go to the hospital this evening so I better scrub up, might even meet a fit doctor..muwahahahahahahahaha.
I feel a bit odd today, my stomach is hurting though that tis to be expected due to it being the time of the month but apart from that, I have a separate pain inside, I can't locate it..strange, seeing as I am happy about everything APART FROM THAT BASTARD ALARM!
I think that is all.
2007/07/16
My Fitness Plan
So I have decided to tone up a bit and I started today, I tried coming up with excuses to get out of exercising whilst I was brushing my teeth but having found a note pasted to the cross trainer telling me to get my arse in motion, I decided it was now or never.
So, I got into my exercising outfit (some gym bottoms and an olddd Adidas hoody) and put the headphones in my ears.
I decided to start on 20 minutes because I thought I might chicken out (I really don't know what my problem is, back when I HAD to lose weight I was doing 40 mins a day, but that was in two sittings and I don't fancy doing that again as the waiting around annoys me, I want to cardio, then shower). Anywho, I think I am going to work up every two weeks, i.e. 20 mins for these two weeks, then 30, then 40, by then my resistance should be ok as I am doing more distance training than strictly calories.
Anywho, in true fashion, I digress..I got the iPod out, stuck the earphones in my ears and onto the machine I went..
I must say that for once, the time flew by..I cardio'd my way though the following songs:
So, I got into my exercising outfit (some gym bottoms and an olddd Adidas hoody) and put the headphones in my ears.
I decided to start on 20 minutes because I thought I might chicken out (I really don't know what my problem is, back when I HAD to lose weight I was doing 40 mins a day, but that was in two sittings and I don't fancy doing that again as the waiting around annoys me, I want to cardio, then shower). Anywho, I think I am going to work up every two weeks, i.e. 20 mins for these two weeks, then 30, then 40, by then my resistance should be ok as I am doing more distance training than strictly calories.
Anywho, in true fashion, I digress..I got the iPod out, stuck the earphones in my ears and onto the machine I went..
I must say that for once, the time flew by..I cardio'd my way though the following songs:
- Somebody Told Me - The Killers
- You're All I Have - Snow Patrol
- You Give Me Something - James Morrison (I tell a lie, this was changed after about 10 seconds as tis too slow to do cardio too)
- Sonnet - The Verve
- Lucky Man - The Verve (twice)
The last two songs are my true cardio songs, they do something to me that makes me just work that much harder, quite a few songs are like that, maybe I should put them into one playlist and cardio to them..that IS an idea BUT my speakers on my computer have still not been fixed and thus I shall have to stick to what I have as shuffling the songs is too risky as the ones I want are likely to not come up.
The good thing about the two Verve songs mentioned above is that they start off quiet-ish and then build up, then they lapse a bit and when you need that something to get you through the sluggish bit of cardio, the song picks up. I also find that Fake Tales of San Francisco by the Arctic Monkeys is the same kinda thing. Also, as I do the distance cardio, the endings of songs become important as you can travel half a kilometre on the cross trainer on the fading out of one song..now the two Verve songs mentioned above and the Monkeys' song both trail out for a while and thus tis easy to go further whilst listening to them.
Depending on how I feel, I might do 5 days a week this week, though I am thinking to do 3 days a week, 5 days a week, 3..5..3..5.
Also, I was worried how my hair would look cut short but thanks to camera-vision I can now see as I simply flipped the other side over and I looked OK-ish, now just to get my self down to Salon B to see what is it like in there, then to grow some balls and get it cut..BUT I checked my hair last night and it has gone UNDER the boobage, I waited so long for it to grow this long and it seems harsh to cut it, but I need a new style for work and also, tis only the top bits that will get cut, I still retain some length!
This is all..
Actually, no..I took pics for the second entry into that BBC competition, one or two came out OK but I had to make do with stuff I didn't really want as a first choice but due to stuff happening, I shall have to take my first choice pic tomorrow/this weekend.
2007/07/12
The Love of a Good Man
This is something else to be added to my under-rated list but I feel it deserves more attention, hence it having it's own post.
The love of a good man is one of the BEST things a woman can have. However, to achieve the love of a GOOD man, you need to first respect yourself. Tis true that nobody will respect you unless you respect yourself, this is why many of the brown-skinned females I know have never been in a successful relationship, expecting your partner to think the world of you when you do not think the same of yourself is redundant, it will not happen.
Another thing, the love this decent man gives you comes in differing shapes and forms, simply because a man doesn't hold doors open for you or ring you every 5 minutes to see what you are doing, is not an indication of the fact that he does not love you. My very own good man hardly ever rang me before we lived together and I still knew the love was there.
The love of a good man is conditional, I believe that nobody can love another person unconditionally, human nature is not cut out to do this. That is kinda strange if you think about it, as what else could love? Robots cannot love and it is unclear whether animals love their offspring unconditionally, though to me it seems unlikely. Even your parents do not love you unconditionally, no matter how much they say they do, there is always something you can do which makes them stop loving you. I used to think it was unconditional but now I know different.
The difference between the love of a good man and the lust of a man pretending to be a loving good man is easy to spot once you have been burnt a few times, though not many ladies clock onto this. A good man is the kind of man who will tell you the truth in the most placating way that he can when you need to hear it, the man who pretends to be good will lie to your face and then bugger off when you realise how bad something truly is. A good man need not hold open doors for you, buy you roses on your 2 week-4 day-68hour-35minute anniversary, take you shopping whenever you request it or spend money on you for no reason. A good man is the kinda guy who knows his place (hehehe), one who treats you like a human being and not the princess your Daddy has lead you to believe you are. A good man is the guy who can take the piss out of you in his own unique way, thus making you aware that although he is not paying you compliments, he still loves you. He is the guy who will take care of you when you are ill, because he CARES about you and he wants you to get better, not because he thinks it will score him some brownie points and some extra time in the sack when you are better. The guy who is totally comfortable seeing you without makeup and accepting the fact that if you choose not to wear it, it is your choice and that he will be seen with you even though you are barefaced. The good man is a dying breed and I know of only a few good men (hehehehe).
I'm not really sure who I am addressing this public service announcement to but I think it should go out to men who have ever been disillusioned by women and the love they seek from them. Sometimes you can be the perfect gentleman and a woman still will not take the bait, this doesn't mean you're doing something wrong, the woman might just not like you to be a gentleman all the time. Also, this should go out to the girls who get pissed off when a man doesn't hold doors open for them, carry their handbags or worship the ground they walk on, simply because a guy doesn't do this, does not make him a bastard. God knows that Mr Ross doesn't hold doors open for me, carry my handbag or pull out my chair for me when we go out eating, yet he does take the piss out of me and see me barefaced without flinching and that does me perfectly well.
Tis the good man who subjectifies what "romance" means to him, the wannabe that just does the standard stuff and although those of you who subjectify it might be put off by the fact that the wannabe is getting all the pussy, he will stumble and fall when notions of romance change. You subjective group stay subjective and it will be YOU who finds a woman tailor-made for you and not a woman who expects the world in return for nothing.
The love of a good man is one of the BEST things a woman can have. However, to achieve the love of a GOOD man, you need to first respect yourself. Tis true that nobody will respect you unless you respect yourself, this is why many of the brown-skinned females I know have never been in a successful relationship, expecting your partner to think the world of you when you do not think the same of yourself is redundant, it will not happen.
Another thing, the love this decent man gives you comes in differing shapes and forms, simply because a man doesn't hold doors open for you or ring you every 5 minutes to see what you are doing, is not an indication of the fact that he does not love you. My very own good man hardly ever rang me before we lived together and I still knew the love was there.
The love of a good man is conditional, I believe that nobody can love another person unconditionally, human nature is not cut out to do this. That is kinda strange if you think about it, as what else could love? Robots cannot love and it is unclear whether animals love their offspring unconditionally, though to me it seems unlikely. Even your parents do not love you unconditionally, no matter how much they say they do, there is always something you can do which makes them stop loving you. I used to think it was unconditional but now I know different.
The difference between the love of a good man and the lust of a man pretending to be a loving good man is easy to spot once you have been burnt a few times, though not many ladies clock onto this. A good man is the kind of man who will tell you the truth in the most placating way that he can when you need to hear it, the man who pretends to be good will lie to your face and then bugger off when you realise how bad something truly is. A good man need not hold open doors for you, buy you roses on your 2 week-4 day-68hour-35minute anniversary, take you shopping whenever you request it or spend money on you for no reason. A good man is the kinda guy who knows his place (hehehe), one who treats you like a human being and not the princess your Daddy has lead you to believe you are. A good man is the guy who can take the piss out of you in his own unique way, thus making you aware that although he is not paying you compliments, he still loves you. He is the guy who will take care of you when you are ill, because he CARES about you and he wants you to get better, not because he thinks it will score him some brownie points and some extra time in the sack when you are better. The guy who is totally comfortable seeing you without makeup and accepting the fact that if you choose not to wear it, it is your choice and that he will be seen with you even though you are barefaced. The good man is a dying breed and I know of only a few good men (hehehehe).
I'm not really sure who I am addressing this public service announcement to but I think it should go out to men who have ever been disillusioned by women and the love they seek from them. Sometimes you can be the perfect gentleman and a woman still will not take the bait, this doesn't mean you're doing something wrong, the woman might just not like you to be a gentleman all the time. Also, this should go out to the girls who get pissed off when a man doesn't hold doors open for them, carry their handbags or worship the ground they walk on, simply because a guy doesn't do this, does not make him a bastard. God knows that Mr Ross doesn't hold doors open for me, carry my handbag or pull out my chair for me when we go out eating, yet he does take the piss out of me and see me barefaced without flinching and that does me perfectly well.
Tis the good man who subjectifies what "romance" means to him, the wannabe that just does the standard stuff and although those of you who subjectify it might be put off by the fact that the wannabe is getting all the pussy, he will stumble and fall when notions of romance change. You subjective group stay subjective and it will be YOU who finds a woman tailor-made for you and not a woman who expects the world in return for nothing.
Waxing
So I was meant to get my legs waxed this morning but I overslept, great.
Luckily, the woman who does my waxing had a cancellation right after mine so she managed to wax me after all.
Tis funny how even after 7 years I still wince when she rips the material off, even though it doesn't hurt.
I cannae wait to just whip my trousers off and walk around with sexy legs and also to not be called Stubbler.
Plus, they are exfoliated, smooth AND glowy, this is one of the reasons why waxing>shaving.
I am still contemplating whether or not to invest in an epilator, tis the same notion as shaving I suppose.
Luckily, the woman who does my waxing had a cancellation right after mine so she managed to wax me after all.
Tis funny how even after 7 years I still wince when she rips the material off, even though it doesn't hurt.
I cannae wait to just whip my trousers off and walk around with sexy legs and also to not be called Stubbler.
Plus, they are exfoliated, smooth AND glowy, this is one of the reasons why waxing>shaving.
I am still contemplating whether or not to invest in an epilator, tis the same notion as shaving I suppose.
2007/07/11
Shopping
So today I went shopping..yep, off to Brent Cross and to my favourite underwear store in the world..La Senza.
I spent about £100 quid but that is immaterial really as I can justify the cost, I am very happy with what I got for the money I spent though there is one complaint that I have, the knickers are all twisted up, as if they come in bulk and the shop girls didn't untie them..lame.
I love this shop as the materials they use are so sexy, they feel really nice and you can tell they aren't cheap. Also, the most expensive bra I have ever bought from there was £22 quid and it worked better than a Wonderbra did (that cost about 30-ish quid) and I recommend this shop to all my friends. The reason that I have a lot of love for this shop is that they have a DECENT sale on, i.e. they have more sale stuff in the store than fully priced stuff and it is always very well separated and everyone knows it is not hard to separate sale stuff and non sale stuff when women have been rummaging through it all day. The sale actually means a SALE as the stuff I bought was 70% off. EVERY SINGLE BRA WAS PRICED AT £5 which is another reason why I love them, the uniform pricing they have. No matter how much the knickers originally cost, they are all in the same promotion so you can mix and match. Also, the stuff is super sexy but you can also wear it everyday as it is so comfortable, yet another plus.
Debenhams could learn a lot from La Senza. Debenhams put on a sale which boasts 70% off when in actual fact it is 45% off. This is why when La Senza put on a sale (though a 5 for £5 on pants is rare), the shop is rammed. This was the same story today..I spent about two hours in there getting all my bits together. Debenhams is never this busy and now I understand why.
LONG LIVE LA SENZA
I do believe I shall be going back there this Saturday as I have to accompany my personal superwoman.
I spent about £100 quid but that is immaterial really as I can justify the cost, I am very happy with what I got for the money I spent though there is one complaint that I have, the knickers are all twisted up, as if they come in bulk and the shop girls didn't untie them..lame.
I love this shop as the materials they use are so sexy, they feel really nice and you can tell they aren't cheap. Also, the most expensive bra I have ever bought from there was £22 quid and it worked better than a Wonderbra did (that cost about 30-ish quid) and I recommend this shop to all my friends. The reason that I have a lot of love for this shop is that they have a DECENT sale on, i.e. they have more sale stuff in the store than fully priced stuff and it is always very well separated and everyone knows it is not hard to separate sale stuff and non sale stuff when women have been rummaging through it all day. The sale actually means a SALE as the stuff I bought was 70% off. EVERY SINGLE BRA WAS PRICED AT £5 which is another reason why I love them, the uniform pricing they have. No matter how much the knickers originally cost, they are all in the same promotion so you can mix and match. Also, the stuff is super sexy but you can also wear it everyday as it is so comfortable, yet another plus.
Debenhams could learn a lot from La Senza. Debenhams put on a sale which boasts 70% off when in actual fact it is 45% off. This is why when La Senza put on a sale (though a 5 for £5 on pants is rare), the shop is rammed. This was the same story today..I spent about two hours in there getting all my bits together. Debenhams is never this busy and now I understand why.
LONG LIVE LA SENZA
I do believe I shall be going back there this Saturday as I have to accompany my personal superwoman.
2007/07/10
Photography..YET AGAIN
Ok, so I entered my pictures into the BBC's Photographer of the Year contest (yes, I am that good at taking photographs). There are, I think, 6 categories in total, the first one being "blue", I have sent in my photos for that already (photos which remained top secret for most of the weekend hehehe) and now I have to set about taking photos for the second theme which is...HIDDEN.
This is where you loyal/mad/crazy readers of this blog need to help me out. How can I portray hidden in a photo? I already have one idea but I have to gather the pieces for it. If you have any ideas, do let one know.
Thankies.
This is where you loyal/mad/crazy readers of this blog need to help me out. How can I portray hidden in a photo? I already have one idea but I have to gather the pieces for it. If you have any ideas, do let one know.
Thankies.
2007/07/09
Supermarket Theft
Went shopping today and half the stuff I put in the trolley did not make it home.
I am quite upset as I have wanted a specific shampoo for ages and twas too expensive to buy on normal pricing and it was on offer so I got two of them :(
Came home and realised that it didn't make it home with me so I shall have to go to Sainsbury's tomorrow and get some more, I also need to get me some cheese too.
They better have it or else!
I have finally decided on the cupboards that I want for my room, they are pristine white, they shall be ordered tomorrow.
Plus, the La Senza sale is on and I simply MUST go there, will probably go on Tuesday.
I am quite upset as I have wanted a specific shampoo for ages and twas too expensive to buy on normal pricing and it was on offer so I got two of them :(
Came home and realised that it didn't make it home with me so I shall have to go to Sainsbury's tomorrow and get some more, I also need to get me some cheese too.
They better have it or else!
I have finally decided on the cupboards that I want for my room, they are pristine white, they shall be ordered tomorrow.
Plus, the La Senza sale is on and I simply MUST go there, will probably go on Tuesday.
2007/07/07
Girls, makeup and lies
Why do girls lie when it comes to admitting to wearing makeup?
Tis so obvious that some have caked their faces in it/photoshopped their pics so it looks as if they have flawless skin and yet when they are questioned about it, they deny it as if we are stupid.
If you're wearing makeup then just admit to doing so, there is no crime in wearing it, nobody is going to believe that you have naturally flawless skin which is all evenly toned.
I hardly ever wear foundation and you can tell when I have it on, and I tell people I am wearing it, why lie? You're the one who ends up looking like an idiot, you haven't fooled anybody.
I know a girl who lays it on with a trowel and she tells people as much and the guys look at her as if she is diseased, even though she still manages to look very polished. I also know another girl who has the "natural" look going down (or so she thinks) she wears a large amount of makeup and the men all line up just to speak to her because she has natural beauty (i.e. she doesn't admit to wearing any makeup at all, even though she wears more than trowel girl). On a typical day, au naturel is wearing:
Tis so obvious that some have caked their faces in it/photoshopped their pics so it looks as if they have flawless skin and yet when they are questioned about it, they deny it as if we are stupid.
If you're wearing makeup then just admit to doing so, there is no crime in wearing it, nobody is going to believe that you have naturally flawless skin which is all evenly toned.
I hardly ever wear foundation and you can tell when I have it on, and I tell people I am wearing it, why lie? You're the one who ends up looking like an idiot, you haven't fooled anybody.
I know a girl who lays it on with a trowel and she tells people as much and the guys look at her as if she is diseased, even though she still manages to look very polished. I also know another girl who has the "natural" look going down (or so she thinks) she wears a large amount of makeup and the men all line up just to speak to her because she has natural beauty (i.e. she doesn't admit to wearing any makeup at all, even though she wears more than trowel girl). On a typical day, au naturel is wearing:
- Primer
- Moisturiser
- Liquid foundation
- Powder foundation (to set it all in place innit!)
- Eyelid primer
- Natural coloured eyeshadow times three (eyelid, browbone and undereye)
- Eyelash primer
- Three mascaras
- Lipbalm
- Lipstick
- Lipgloss
- Lip liner
And after all that, the guy still think she looks the same in the daytime as she does when she has woken up.
Ain't no shame in wearing it ladies!
2007/07/05
Things that are underrated
I shall be updating this list as I think of more stuff.
Number one on the list however are...
Number one on the list however are...
Mittens.
I have never bought myself a pair of gloves in my life, the only gloves I have were bought for me by my mother.
Mittens>gloves when it comes to warmth and general winter cuteness.
Two of the people I love the most always laugh at my need to always wear mittens instead of gloves, I think they are just jealous of the fact that my hands are small enough for mittens and theirs aren't.
Mittens are better than gloves for the sole reason that they keep you warmer and if your fingers DO freeze, you can rub them on the palm of your hands to warm them up..try doing THAT in gloves.
Knickers and I mean proper knickers.
There is a lot of fuss about thongs and g strings around these days, about how they are sexier etc..but I personally don't think so, any time I don't need to wear these is a joyous occasion for me, I only wear the "butt floss" when needs be, the rest of the time I am in proper knickers. I don't buy the argument that you can't buy sexy knickers that aren't thongs because you can and I have a truckload of them (about 50-ish) and they get the job done.
It's not that I have a thing against thongs and g strings, I just don't see the need to wear them all the time, they hardly make you feel sexy, though the whole world thinks they do. I think that my semi dislike stems from when I was younger and all the white and black girls were wearing them and desi girls weren't allowed to do so because their mothers thought they were for sluts and ladies with loose morals. My mother wasn't like that and thus allowed me to buy them in abundance which is why I feel that I have nothing to prove to people by letting them know what kinda underwear I am wearing, a disease which desi girls wearing thongs seem to have nowadays.
And plus, now that I know that La Senza have a sale on, I can go mad for both kinds of pants and still have money left over, yay!
Lonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnng songs
I have restarted cardio again (tis October now) and I decided to listen to some music whilst doing it, I got through 30 minutes easily just by listening to a FEW songs AND I didn't realise where the time went, I wasn't itching to get off the machine due to tiredness (only got off for water as have no shelf near..must fix that). Thank you God for making songs that go on for ages :D if I didn't have them, I would be lost. I especially love anything by The Verve as it starts with grand music for about a minute (which is a lifetime on any cardio exercise) and then it ends with another minute of music, the same is true of Snow by RHCP. Tender by Blur is like a motivational song even though I doubt many people realise it (come on, come on, come on, come on..get through it) and also Evil by Interpol as it has a very punchy beat and it just makes me move.
Sibling love
I still get texts from my brother, very random ones, telling me stuff that is mundane to anyone but really really really cracks me up, i.e. I got a message from him the other day saying that a button fell off his jacket and that he has to visit our mum just so she can sew it back on. He is a don.
...
SDR
I love thee.
More than I believe it is ever possible for you to know.
There is no action that I can take to show you how much love I have for thee as it would be lacking.
There are also no words that can convey it either.
In the absence of both words and actions, you will just have to take my word for it but remember..thou>*.
The happiest that I am in my time is when I see your face, the smile that you get from me is exclusive, nobody ever sees that smile..ever.
I love thee.
More than I believe it is ever possible for you to know.
There is no action that I can take to show you how much love I have for thee as it would be lacking.
There are also no words that can convey it either.
In the absence of both words and actions, you will just have to take my word for it but remember..thou>*.
The happiest that I am in my time is when I see your face, the smile that you get from me is exclusive, nobody ever sees that smile..ever.
2007/07/04
If
you're going to ring me, grow some balls and actually say something.
Wanker.
Yeah, you know who you are.
Next time I won't be so polite.
Wanker.
Yeah, you know who you are.
Next time I won't be so polite.
IN THERE LIKE SWIM WEAR
So, I have been waiting for my Masters results for an age now, I did the exams in May and the exam board were meant to publish their results next Monday.
I decided to check my results page on the off chance that they might be up, it didn't work..so I tried again, got a bit further but still saw nothing on the page, tried a third time and the results were up.
It took a while for my brain to realise that maybe the reason the page wasn't working was because the results were up.
Anywho, I passed mes exams.
98%. That's a two percent margin of error, woweth.
Tis at this time that I would like everyone who ever doubted me when I was younger and told me I couldn't do it and that I would amount to nothing in life to actually observe what I have achieved. I am not one for gloating because I feel that you, too, will one day get what is coming to you.
Nothing need be said to the people who have for the past 23 years supported me in all my whimsical plans, ideas and far-fetched dreams, for they know of the true, unconditional love I have for them, and I am not just talking about my immediate family, there are other folk, mainly 4 who know who they are, that also have unconditional love from me. Tis thanks to these people that I am on the path to getting what I want in life and tis true that without them, I would have fallen by the wayside ages ago. Succeeding in these exams is not all about hard work, surround yourself with people who make you happy and people you make happy and you can succeed at anything, sure it might take you longer but once you get there, you reap more benefits and get more enjoyment out of it than anyone who got there the easy way.
I shall be going out tonight and getting pissed as a fart as I longer have no worries.
I decided to check my results page on the off chance that they might be up, it didn't work..so I tried again, got a bit further but still saw nothing on the page, tried a third time and the results were up.
It took a while for my brain to realise that maybe the reason the page wasn't working was because the results were up.
Anywho, I passed mes exams.
98%. That's a two percent margin of error, woweth.
Tis at this time that I would like everyone who ever doubted me when I was younger and told me I couldn't do it and that I would amount to nothing in life to actually observe what I have achieved. I am not one for gloating because I feel that you, too, will one day get what is coming to you.
Nothing need be said to the people who have for the past 23 years supported me in all my whimsical plans, ideas and far-fetched dreams, for they know of the true, unconditional love I have for them, and I am not just talking about my immediate family, there are other folk, mainly 4 who know who they are, that also have unconditional love from me. Tis thanks to these people that I am on the path to getting what I want in life and tis true that without them, I would have fallen by the wayside ages ago. Succeeding in these exams is not all about hard work, surround yourself with people who make you happy and people you make happy and you can succeed at anything, sure it might take you longer but once you get there, you reap more benefits and get more enjoyment out of it than anyone who got there the easy way.
I shall be going out tonight and getting pissed as a fart as I longer have no worries.
2007/07/03
Whether the weather will improve
I wonder how long we will be stuck with this shitty weather?
COULD THIS BE THE BEGINNING OF THE END?!
What was that film where it rained and rained and rained and the world got drowned?
Is this is the result of global warming? Will it make people in this country sit up and take notice?
I bet the weather in other countries tis fine.
The weather here is starting to get me down a bit, every morning you wake up and tis grey and overcast..feels like it should be December, not July.
I mean freakin' July! Come on now, remember how hot it was last July? Maybe, tis taking it in turns, floods this summer, hosepipe bans next summer.
In the past half an hour, it has pelted it down, got sunny, got reaaaaaaaaaaaaal overcast, then calmed down, then it pissed down again, then it thundered real bad, and now tis sunny and the rain is still coming.
I know that I wasn't very sympathetic about people being stuck in their houses because of the floods (in that I would be out boating it up everyday..I wish them no ills) but now going on how depressed I feel by this weather, coupled with the fact that I can actually go out, I understand the despair..they must be climbing the walls (no puns intended for once).
Man, we need some sun and fast!
COULD THIS BE THE BEGINNING OF THE END?!
What was that film where it rained and rained and rained and the world got drowned?
Is this is the result of global warming? Will it make people in this country sit up and take notice?
I bet the weather in other countries tis fine.
The weather here is starting to get me down a bit, every morning you wake up and tis grey and overcast..feels like it should be December, not July.
I mean freakin' July! Come on now, remember how hot it was last July? Maybe, tis taking it in turns, floods this summer, hosepipe bans next summer.
In the past half an hour, it has pelted it down, got sunny, got reaaaaaaaaaaaaal overcast, then calmed down, then it pissed down again, then it thundered real bad, and now tis sunny and the rain is still coming.
I know that I wasn't very sympathetic about people being stuck in their houses because of the floods (in that I would be out boating it up everyday..I wish them no ills) but now going on how depressed I feel by this weather, coupled with the fact that I can actually go out, I understand the despair..they must be climbing the walls (no puns intended for once).
Man, we need some sun and fast!
Taste
I saw an ad about something with Bob Monkhouse saying something like "Get tested or end up dead like me"
Well, those weren't the exact words but that is pretty tasteless if you ask me.
Why on earth would his family agree to let his face be used like that? Surely, there must be other ways to get the message across.
Plus, I don't really think it is going to make more people get themselves checked out for whatever the ad was preaching. I suppose, they wanted to show that even celebs aren't immortal and thus, if he can die from it, so can anyone. I still think tis a bit tasteless though.
Well, those weren't the exact words but that is pretty tasteless if you ask me.
Why on earth would his family agree to let his face be used like that? Surely, there must be other ways to get the message across.
Plus, I don't really think it is going to make more people get themselves checked out for whatever the ad was preaching. I suppose, they wanted to show that even celebs aren't immortal and thus, if he can die from it, so can anyone. I still think tis a bit tasteless though.
Brent Cross to Greenford
Ok, so we are in the car on the way to Greenford and I am shattered, my dad decides to take me et ma mere on a "cultural" visit of the land between Brent and Greenford, so off we go.
Driving around (well I say around, my dad knew where we were going) we find ourselves in Kingston, the place tis ok, reminds me a bit of Hornchurch as the roads are similar as are the houses..pass through there ok, nothing great to see. Oh, actually, there was one house that I fell in love with because it had a bush outside which was purple and pink and the house was painted in the same colours, I would have taken a picture but cars were in the way.
So, we get through Kingston (I assume twas Kingston, though mes dad could have been lying as he often does this to shut me up, that's love for ya!) and we end up in Harrow, man, this place is strange, I have never seen the brown side of Harrow before and man oh man, I didnae see ONE white person..my mum was noticing restaurants that she had heard ads for on Sunrise Radio, there was ONE that looked very English, had an old wheel mounted (word of the week) on the wall.
Past Harrow we get to Wemberrrly, and my mother got to see the Stadium close up (I actually noticed it first, though I had my eyes on the Asda as I was starvinder), she saw it from all angles and marvelled at how much better the old one was, we passed through Wembley High Street and this was the same story as Harrow, not one single white folk did we see. Anywho, there was a Halal Butchers there which I noticed used to be in Southall and all they had done was taken their sign from their Southall shop and put it on this one, as it still said "Tariq Butchers of Southall" on it. Anywho, this place stank, I swear Wembley is smellllllllllllly, all I could smell for 20ish minutes on and off was sewers. I saw the overground station and it was tiled, within the tiles there were the twin towers, they're going to have to change that soon..
Anywho, we were finally on the long road to Greenford and just as we came up to our turning we saw a dude fishing, twas pissing down with rain and he was sitting there having the time of his life.
Got in there, got parking, went to Boots, bought some mascara and off to Sport and Soccer we went, got some more stuff and whilst mes dad was paying, me et mi madre went to the shop next door..man they had some bitchin' stuff in there but we had to rush home for reasons which made me and my mum very angry, we shot off home and by the time we got there, "our guests" had gone.
Lecture was given to the dad and he understood, methinks..and mehopes.
The mother and I shall return next weekend/this Sunday to buy what we wanted.
Driving around (well I say around, my dad knew where we were going) we find ourselves in Kingston, the place tis ok, reminds me a bit of Hornchurch as the roads are similar as are the houses..pass through there ok, nothing great to see. Oh, actually, there was one house that I fell in love with because it had a bush outside which was purple and pink and the house was painted in the same colours, I would have taken a picture but cars were in the way.
So, we get through Kingston (I assume twas Kingston, though mes dad could have been lying as he often does this to shut me up, that's love for ya!) and we end up in Harrow, man, this place is strange, I have never seen the brown side of Harrow before and man oh man, I didnae see ONE white person..my mum was noticing restaurants that she had heard ads for on Sunrise Radio, there was ONE that looked very English, had an old wheel mounted (word of the week) on the wall.
Past Harrow we get to Wemberrrly, and my mother got to see the Stadium close up (I actually noticed it first, though I had my eyes on the Asda as I was starvinder), she saw it from all angles and marvelled at how much better the old one was, we passed through Wembley High Street and this was the same story as Harrow, not one single white folk did we see. Anywho, there was a Halal Butchers there which I noticed used to be in Southall and all they had done was taken their sign from their Southall shop and put it on this one, as it still said "Tariq Butchers of Southall" on it. Anywho, this place stank, I swear Wembley is smellllllllllllly, all I could smell for 20ish minutes on and off was sewers. I saw the overground station and it was tiled, within the tiles there were the twin towers, they're going to have to change that soon..
Anywho, we were finally on the long road to Greenford and just as we came up to our turning we saw a dude fishing, twas pissing down with rain and he was sitting there having the time of his life.
Got in there, got parking, went to Boots, bought some mascara and off to Sport and Soccer we went, got some more stuff and whilst mes dad was paying, me et mi madre went to the shop next door..man they had some bitchin' stuff in there but we had to rush home for reasons which made me and my mum very angry, we shot off home and by the time we got there, "our guests" had gone.
Lecture was given to the dad and he understood, methinks..and mehopes.
The mother and I shall return next weekend/this Sunday to buy what we wanted.
2007/07/01
My trip to Ikea
So yesterday at about half elevenish, me, my mum and my dad set out to go to Ikea.
My dad always hates going there for some reason and yesterday was no different, he takes a different route to the one I take though, I pass by Sahib Auto's and Ace Cafe but that is my dad's second route. Anywho, I digress, yesterday, we were going my dad's normal way and there was a fire and thus there was a lot of traffic. Funny, it was raining so much and we were put off by fire, you would think the fire would have dampened the flames. Anywho, we went the other way to Ikea and we had to park like ten million miles away, me and my dad ran into the shop and my mum was cantering behind (she had on heels and she runs funny). Got in and after some initial confusion re. whether or not to take a bag from the darling man at the front of the shop and whether or not to go upstairs first and then downstairs, we were off. Mother saw some sexy plates which I too fell in love with, dad as usual tried to jolly us along but we were having none of it and after a good 20 minutes circulating around an area no bigger than 4 by 4 metres squared, we left the plates alone, our bag still empty (plates were too large and wouldn't fit in the cupboards and I wanted a black one as opposed to the white ones mi madre wanted and as they weren't selling those, the whole search was rather redundant). Then we moved onto the cups, these cups have been the apple of my eye for an age, they are stackable and have this excellent cut in the bottom so when they are upside down, the water slides off, 19p each! Six were thrown into the bag with much apprehension re. breakages, until we saw a cardboard thingy much like the wine boxes you get in Sainsbury's. The boxes were in a crate that priced them up at 99p each, me not being one to pay for something which isn't really needed, chucked it back into the crate. We minced on to glasses and they had these in abundance, my dad asked the lady who worked there if the cardboard thingies were free and joy to the world, they were! The glasses were boxed up real quick. The utensils section was skimmed over as "you can get them much cheaper in Southall" and we moved onto more plates. This time the hunt was successful as after yet more agonising, we finally found six clear glass plates (we have small bowls at home that match them perfectly), in the bag they went.
Traipsed around for a bit looking for (on a first come, first served basis):
My dad always hates going there for some reason and yesterday was no different, he takes a different route to the one I take though, I pass by Sahib Auto's and Ace Cafe but that is my dad's second route. Anywho, I digress, yesterday, we were going my dad's normal way and there was a fire and thus there was a lot of traffic. Funny, it was raining so much and we were put off by fire, you would think the fire would have dampened the flames. Anywho, we went the other way to Ikea and we had to park like ten million miles away, me and my dad ran into the shop and my mum was cantering behind (she had on heels and she runs funny). Got in and after some initial confusion re. whether or not to take a bag from the darling man at the front of the shop and whether or not to go upstairs first and then downstairs, we were off. Mother saw some sexy plates which I too fell in love with, dad as usual tried to jolly us along but we were having none of it and after a good 20 minutes circulating around an area no bigger than 4 by 4 metres squared, we left the plates alone, our bag still empty (plates were too large and wouldn't fit in the cupboards and I wanted a black one as opposed to the white ones mi madre wanted and as they weren't selling those, the whole search was rather redundant). Then we moved onto the cups, these cups have been the apple of my eye for an age, they are stackable and have this excellent cut in the bottom so when they are upside down, the water slides off, 19p each! Six were thrown into the bag with much apprehension re. breakages, until we saw a cardboard thingy much like the wine boxes you get in Sainsbury's. The boxes were in a crate that priced them up at 99p each, me not being one to pay for something which isn't really needed, chucked it back into the crate. We minced on to glasses and they had these in abundance, my dad asked the lady who worked there if the cardboard thingies were free and joy to the world, they were! The glasses were boxed up real quick. The utensils section was skimmed over as "you can get them much cheaper in Southall" and we moved onto more plates. This time the hunt was successful as after yet more agonising, we finally found six clear glass plates (we have small bowls at home that match them perfectly), in the bag they went.
Traipsed around for a bit looking for (on a first come, first served basis):
- A clock
- A rug
- Curtain rails and "finials" (the little knobs on the end)
- Pillows
The clock section was lovely, found a huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge clock which I am definately going to purchase, the rug section was a bit lax and for the life of us we couldn't find the curtain accessories. So, off to pillow land (on the dreaded second floor). Enter the lift and tis like a spaceship, the lights are funky and play tricks with your mind, tis the most unnatural kinda light in the world in there, I kept babbling about something and you could see out of the lift. After battling past the kiddy section on the first floor, we got to pillows and duvets. They had some sexy pillows but in the end I settled for an old favourite, it was so tightly packed into the bag that it came in that it allowed me and my dad to have a decent duel in the middle of the shop floor. This man followed us around the whole store, perv. Anywho, once the pillow was bought we headed for the curtain section, which couldn't find anywhere, this is where my memory gets a bit hazy as I saw some very sexy cupboards (which I will buy if Habitat don't get their fingers outta their arses) and a sexy desk chair (also to be duly purchased). I think we went back to the ground floor and found the curtain stuff, I didn't measure the size of my curtain rail (though I have never had any complaints so far hehe) so I couldn't get that, but I did succeed in getting some curtain stoppers (very kindly made by the people living in the People's Republic of China).
Mum spotted a hook which was for heavy loads (heh, oh the jokes me and my dad had over that) and so I decided to get a differing hook for the back of my door as what I have on there currently is pissing people off so bad, though I don't mind it. Off to the canvasses..
They had a very sexy canvas of NYC in black and white with only the taxis being yellowy orange, that too shall be purchased once my room is completed. There was also a sexy bookcase which needs to be mounted to a wall, that too shall be purchased if my cupboards ever show up, damn you!
Off we went to pay, this woman in the queue next to ours had a bajillion little things in her trolley, twas jam packed I tells thee..so we got into the other queue and were done even before she was. No carrier bag was given but my mum had the insight to take a Sainsbury's bag for life and so most of our stuff went in there, the cups and plates were still in that cardboard carrier and we wrapped it up and we were off. The rain had subsided, I was shattered but we still had to trek to Greenford to purchase some clothes for my mum's friends from India and I had a Boots voucher which needed redeeming.
The next entry into this blog will chronicle my journey from the North Circular to Greenford via the back roads of Kingston and Harrow and it really is not for the faint-hearted hehehe.
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