Sometimes I wish I was a robot, so I could feel no pain.
However, then I wouldn't feel the love either so..I'm not sure.
All I know is, I am pissed off/very upset about what somebody very close to me said about me and it's not one of those incidents that I can ignore.
Oh well, tis nice to know how people truly feel, what a REAL let down I am to them.
2007/08/31
2007/08/29
Suck my dick
Beijing's penis emporium
By Andrew Harding BBC News, Beijing
There are many thousands of Chinese restaurants around in the UK and everyone has their favourite dish, but only in China itself do chefs specialise in a range of slightly more unusual delicacies.
The dish in front of me is grey and shiny.
"Russian dog," says my waitress Nancy.
"Big dog," I reply.
"Yes," she says. "Big dog's penis..."
We are in a cosy restaurant in a dark street in Beijing but my appetite seems to have gone for a stroll outside.
Nancy has brought out a whole selection of delicacies.
They are draped awkwardly across a huge platter, with a crocodile carved out of a carrot as the centrepiece.
Nestling beside the dog's penis are its clammy testicles, and beside that a giant salami-shaped object.
"Donkey," says Nancy. "Good for the skin..."
She guides me round the penis platter.
"Snake. Very potent. They have two penises each."
I did not know that.
Deer-blood cocktail
"Sheep... horse... ox... seal - excellent for the circulation."
She points to three dark, shrivelled lumps which look like liquorice allsorts - a special treat apparently - reindeer, from Manchuria.
Government officials... two of them... they're having the penis hotpot Nancy
The Guolizhuang restaurant claims to be China's only speciality penis emporium, and no, it is not a joke.
The atmosphere is more exotic spa than boozy night-out.
Nancy describes herself as a nutritionist.
"We don't call them waiters here. And we don't serve much alcohol," she says. "Only common people come here to get drunk and laugh."
But she does offer me a deer-blood and vodka cocktail, which I decide to skip.
Medicinal purposes
The restaurant's gristly menu was dreamt up by a man called Mr Guo.
He is 81 now and retired.
After fleeing China's civil war back in 1949, he moved to Taiwan, and then to Atlanta, Georgia, where he began to look deeper into traditional Chinese medicine, and experiment on the appendages of man's best friend.
Apparently, they are low in cholesterol and good, not just for boosting the male sex drive, but for treating all sorts of ailments.
Laughter trickles through the walls of our dining room.
"Government officials," says Nancy. "Two of them upstairs. They're having the penis hotpot."
Most of the restaurant's guests are either wealthy businessmen or government bureaucrats who, as Nancy puts it, have been brought here by people who want their help.
What better way to secure a contract than over a steaming penis fondue.
Discretion is assured as all the tables are in private rooms.
The glitziest one has gold dishes.
"Some like their food served raw," says Nancy, "like sushi. But we can cook it anyway you like."
Rare order
"Not long ago, a particularly rich real estate mogul came in with four friends. All men. Women don't come here so often, and they shouldn't eat testicles," says Nancy solemnly.
The men spent $5,700 (£3,000) on a particularly rare dish, something that needed to be ordered months in advance.
"Tiger penis," says Nancy.
The illegal trade in tiger parts is a big problem in China.
Campaigners say the species is being driven towards extinction because of its popularity as a source of traditional medicine.
I mention this, delicately, to Nancy, but she insists that all her tiger supplies come from animals that have died of old age.
"Anyway, we only have one or two orders a year," she says.
"So what does it taste like?" I ask.
"Oh, the same as all the others," she says blithely.
And does it have any particular potency? "No. People just like to order tiger to show off how much money they have."
Welcome to the People's Republic of China - tigers beware.
Sliced and pickled
"Oh yes," she adds, "the same group also ate an aborted reindeer foetus.
"That is very good for your skin. And here it is..."
Another "nutritionist" walks in bearing something small and red wrapped in cling film.
My appetite is heading for the airport.
Still, I think, it would be rude not to try something.
I am normally OK about this sort of thing. I have had fried cockroaches and sheep's eyes, so...
There is a small bowl of sliced and pickled ox penis on the table.
I pick up a piece with my chopsticks and start to chew. It is cold and bland and rubbery.
Nancy gives me a matronly smile.
"This one," she says, "should be eaten every day."
Kinda ironic how they send a man called Harding to report about eating cock.
By Andrew Harding BBC News, Beijing
There are many thousands of Chinese restaurants around in the UK and everyone has their favourite dish, but only in China itself do chefs specialise in a range of slightly more unusual delicacies.
The dish in front of me is grey and shiny.
"Russian dog," says my waitress Nancy.
"Big dog," I reply.
"Yes," she says. "Big dog's penis..."
We are in a cosy restaurant in a dark street in Beijing but my appetite seems to have gone for a stroll outside.
Nancy has brought out a whole selection of delicacies.
They are draped awkwardly across a huge platter, with a crocodile carved out of a carrot as the centrepiece.
Nestling beside the dog's penis are its clammy testicles, and beside that a giant salami-shaped object.
"Donkey," says Nancy. "Good for the skin..."
She guides me round the penis platter.
"Snake. Very potent. They have two penises each."
I did not know that.
Deer-blood cocktail
"Sheep... horse... ox... seal - excellent for the circulation."
She points to three dark, shrivelled lumps which look like liquorice allsorts - a special treat apparently - reindeer, from Manchuria.
Government officials... two of them... they're having the penis hotpot Nancy
The Guolizhuang restaurant claims to be China's only speciality penis emporium, and no, it is not a joke.
The atmosphere is more exotic spa than boozy night-out.
Nancy describes herself as a nutritionist.
"We don't call them waiters here. And we don't serve much alcohol," she says. "Only common people come here to get drunk and laugh."
But she does offer me a deer-blood and vodka cocktail, which I decide to skip.
Medicinal purposes
The restaurant's gristly menu was dreamt up by a man called Mr Guo.
He is 81 now and retired.
After fleeing China's civil war back in 1949, he moved to Taiwan, and then to Atlanta, Georgia, where he began to look deeper into traditional Chinese medicine, and experiment on the appendages of man's best friend.
Apparently, they are low in cholesterol and good, not just for boosting the male sex drive, but for treating all sorts of ailments.
Laughter trickles through the walls of our dining room.
"Government officials," says Nancy. "Two of them upstairs. They're having the penis hotpot."
Most of the restaurant's guests are either wealthy businessmen or government bureaucrats who, as Nancy puts it, have been brought here by people who want their help.
What better way to secure a contract than over a steaming penis fondue.
Discretion is assured as all the tables are in private rooms.
The glitziest one has gold dishes.
"Some like their food served raw," says Nancy, "like sushi. But we can cook it anyway you like."
Rare order
"Not long ago, a particularly rich real estate mogul came in with four friends. All men. Women don't come here so often, and they shouldn't eat testicles," says Nancy solemnly.
The men spent $5,700 (£3,000) on a particularly rare dish, something that needed to be ordered months in advance.
"Tiger penis," says Nancy.
The illegal trade in tiger parts is a big problem in China.
Campaigners say the species is being driven towards extinction because of its popularity as a source of traditional medicine.
I mention this, delicately, to Nancy, but she insists that all her tiger supplies come from animals that have died of old age.
"Anyway, we only have one or two orders a year," she says.
"So what does it taste like?" I ask.
"Oh, the same as all the others," she says blithely.
And does it have any particular potency? "No. People just like to order tiger to show off how much money they have."
Welcome to the People's Republic of China - tigers beware.
Sliced and pickled
"Oh yes," she adds, "the same group also ate an aborted reindeer foetus.
"That is very good for your skin. And here it is..."
Another "nutritionist" walks in bearing something small and red wrapped in cling film.
My appetite is heading for the airport.
Still, I think, it would be rude not to try something.
I am normally OK about this sort of thing. I have had fried cockroaches and sheep's eyes, so...
There is a small bowl of sliced and pickled ox penis on the table.
I pick up a piece with my chopsticks and start to chew. It is cold and bland and rubbery.
Nancy gives me a matronly smile.
"This one," she says, "should be eaten every day."
Kinda ironic how they send a man called Harding to report about eating cock.
2007/08/26
Jezza Paxman
I love this man.
Not only is he an intellect, but akin to all intellects that I have the joy of knowing, he takes the piss out of anything and his sarcasm is always on point.
I used to be the only 12 year old at school who watched Newsnight and it was because of him that I did so, he has this excellent way of delivering news with his own cynical spin on it. I remember the time the beeb made him do the weather during his show and he simply said "rain in the north, bits of less rain further down". This is why the man is a leg-en, no messing about.
He is similar to another man I love, Mr Jon Snow, he is HILARIOUS. He not only gets the news across in a way that I enjoy, his dress sense is also very snappy..tie matchy with socks..bad. Once me and my Mauritian accomplice went to HOF and I was in heaven because not only did I see JS socks, I also saw FL NAKED (well, he had pants on) on FOUR lift doors..I had a boner for the rest of the day. Heh, I remember when the Pope died and JS said that he would be back at the Vatican in a few years time, bringing in another Pope as this one wouldn't last long (due to him being the oldest of the Pope candidates)..bad.
Anywho, I love JP because of how he has reacted to the recent problems of the BBC, they are making billions of quid worth of profits and they say they have to cut programmes back. That is a lie! I can't be the only person who has noticed how flash their pre-programming things are..the stuff that says BBC1/2 and the person who announces what programme is on next, it doesn't need to be that fancy, CUT BACK ON THAT! Why is it that they never do the easiest thing? Also, I am happy that they weren't able to increase our license fee by yet more money..serves them right! Thinking they can take us on a ride and make us pay through the nose for crappy programmes and repeats of stuff that is shit. They need to repeat the following shows:
Not only is he an intellect, but akin to all intellects that I have the joy of knowing, he takes the piss out of anything and his sarcasm is always on point.
I used to be the only 12 year old at school who watched Newsnight and it was because of him that I did so, he has this excellent way of delivering news with his own cynical spin on it. I remember the time the beeb made him do the weather during his show and he simply said "rain in the north, bits of less rain further down". This is why the man is a leg-en, no messing about.
He is similar to another man I love, Mr Jon Snow, he is HILARIOUS. He not only gets the news across in a way that I enjoy, his dress sense is also very snappy..tie matchy with socks..bad. Once me and my Mauritian accomplice went to HOF and I was in heaven because not only did I see JS socks, I also saw FL NAKED (well, he had pants on) on FOUR lift doors..I had a boner for the rest of the day. Heh, I remember when the Pope died and JS said that he would be back at the Vatican in a few years time, bringing in another Pope as this one wouldn't last long (due to him being the oldest of the Pope candidates)..bad.
Anywho, I love JP because of how he has reacted to the recent problems of the BBC, they are making billions of quid worth of profits and they say they have to cut programmes back. That is a lie! I can't be the only person who has noticed how flash their pre-programming things are..the stuff that says BBC1/2 and the person who announces what programme is on next, it doesn't need to be that fancy, CUT BACK ON THAT! Why is it that they never do the easiest thing? Also, I am happy that they weren't able to increase our license fee by yet more money..serves them right! Thinking they can take us on a ride and make us pay through the nose for crappy programmes and repeats of stuff that is shit. They need to repeat the following shows:
- Bottom
- Red Dwarf
- The Krypton Factor
- I shall think of more
2007/08/25
Hypocrites
I always spell that word wrong.
Whilst I am here, ain't it a boon figuring out what pants to put on? Annoys the hell outta me sometimes.
I need to moisturise my face with my new moisturiser which kicks arse but alas, my skin is getting super super dry (funny that it was DOVE which made it dryer). What will become of me?! I cannae moisturise twice a day!
Anywho, just straightened my hair for the first time after it was cut and although it doesn't feel as soft as when she did it, the hair has come out far choppier than that and I loves it, my stylist girly is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..I recommed Laura at Kevin Joseph to anyone.
Anywho, more shall be told about the coiffeurs later.
Back to the subject of today's sermon...HYPOCRITES (AND LIARS)
There is one huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge liar in my family and you can tell it is he for even Pinocchio is jealous of his giant schnozz.
He lies so damn much and thinks that people believe him, funny how unsatisfied he is with his own life that he has to make up lies about other people..wanker.
I.e. I was asked something recently and I said yes and he came out and said "Oh, she asked my kid the same thing", this is a blatant lie as the child is only 6 and cannot be asked the question.
Also, somebody asked for a favour and he has sworn flatout that he will not help, though we all know that come Tuesday, he will have broken his promise.
I think one of the reasons that he lies is to make himself look good, i.e. make everyone else hate a certain person and not want to aid them, then he can step in like the hero.
Another thing, he is adamant that his children shant leave their beds for overnight guests when all the other kids in the family had to do this for his gargantuan wife.
Anywho, in time he will learn, though God has dealt him a pretty crap hand (only if you are desi will you understand this when I say he has 4 daughters). Despite even this, he still doesn't learn.
I seriously don't understand why people lie this much, HOW CAN YOUR OWN LIFE BE THAT BORING?! I don't have enough time to fabricate stories about MYSELF, let alone other people..and plus, why would I want the extra headache?
Basically, if you're going to suck up, then do it, why suck up to one person and then tell another person that you hate the arse of the former?
Idiots mayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyn
Whilst I am here, ain't it a boon figuring out what pants to put on? Annoys the hell outta me sometimes.
I need to moisturise my face with my new moisturiser which kicks arse but alas, my skin is getting super super dry (funny that it was DOVE which made it dryer). What will become of me?! I cannae moisturise twice a day!
Anywho, just straightened my hair for the first time after it was cut and although it doesn't feel as soft as when she did it, the hair has come out far choppier than that and I loves it, my stylist girly is baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad..I recommed Laura at Kevin Joseph to anyone.
Anywho, more shall be told about the coiffeurs later.
Back to the subject of today's sermon...HYPOCRITES (AND LIARS)
There is one huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge liar in my family and you can tell it is he for even Pinocchio is jealous of his giant schnozz.
He lies so damn much and thinks that people believe him, funny how unsatisfied he is with his own life that he has to make up lies about other people..wanker.
I.e. I was asked something recently and I said yes and he came out and said "Oh, she asked my kid the same thing", this is a blatant lie as the child is only 6 and cannot be asked the question.
Also, somebody asked for a favour and he has sworn flatout that he will not help, though we all know that come Tuesday, he will have broken his promise.
I think one of the reasons that he lies is to make himself look good, i.e. make everyone else hate a certain person and not want to aid them, then he can step in like the hero.
Another thing, he is adamant that his children shant leave their beds for overnight guests when all the other kids in the family had to do this for his gargantuan wife.
Anywho, in time he will learn, though God has dealt him a pretty crap hand (only if you are desi will you understand this when I say he has 4 daughters). Despite even this, he still doesn't learn.
I seriously don't understand why people lie this much, HOW CAN YOUR OWN LIFE BE THAT BORING?! I don't have enough time to fabricate stories about MYSELF, let alone other people..and plus, why would I want the extra headache?
Basically, if you're going to suck up, then do it, why suck up to one person and then tell another person that you hate the arse of the former?
Idiots mayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyn
2007/08/19
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Cardio gets results
My fat hands will be the death of me..
Anywho, this should serve as enough motivation.
2007/08/12
Aching thighs, blisters, Punjabi restaurants, a Mauritian nutcase
So yesterday me and Akash FINALLY got to go to London.
Now it's not like we have never been before as we are both Londonites but we hardly ever have time to go together.
Anywho, as per usual I was late, instructed to meet him in HMV and thus I made my way there.
I couldnae see him so I decided to navigate mes way to the NSync section, which too eluded me, so I went to my rhcp section, looked around, rang him and then sent him a text.
Twas on my way out of le shop when I saw (out the corner of my eye) this dude in a white t shirt jumping up and down.
Came out of the shop and went on our walkies, twas a ripe photo op as we saw this building which reminded me of a Storm Trooper, thus many pics of it were taken (his better than mine..damn you!), we rambled around a bit more, took some more pics..we came past an Odeon cinema which had men carved around the building, twas strange how the old mixed with the new so well and didn't look odd. Opposite that was a CHINESE church (Soho Baptist Church). This prompted a discussion as to whether Chinese people were Christian or Buddhist. Pictures were taken of the building and the sun was streaming down so they came out pretty well. Opposite that (and thus, next to the cinema) was a building which was green and orange and had a very nice metal design on it, very uniform it were and thus pictures were taken. Then we went into a hardware store because I needed to get me some paint and stuff. Took pictures of another Victorian building and then we entered a sci-fi fan's paradise, though to be fair..it was BAD! We milled around a bit more and then came across a restaurant..a PUNJABI one, I failed to see any Mauritian ones around anywhere..*looks very smug*. We dashed down some side road and took more pictures..it was quite fun being a tourist in your home town. Where the cinema was, it was very quiet, strange how if you just turned down two more streets it was bustling..funny to find somewhere so quiet in the middle of London. We went to a furniture shop which had some sexcellent stuff in there, I am tempted to buy two lights and a chest of drawers from there (the chest being made of GLASS!).
We ate at Fridays, I would have made Delboy proud as I had a Singapore Sling, though negated to take any pictures as I am not THAT bad. Ate up, spoke about random crap..ranging from getting anything your heart desires from Mauritius, how stupid families are and custom made t-shirts.
Wandered around a bit more, got asked where the British Museum was (we had no idea), tried to find a shop that we both fell in love with (and failed), got the tube to Picadilly Circus and then got it back home again as someone had to train.
Pictures shall be WATERMARKED!! and posted in the next post I do believe.
Btw, I got home and found I had a blister..and today my thighs ache.
Hello? Cardio!?
Now it's not like we have never been before as we are both Londonites but we hardly ever have time to go together.
Anywho, as per usual I was late, instructed to meet him in HMV and thus I made my way there.
I couldnae see him so I decided to navigate mes way to the NSync section, which too eluded me, so I went to my rhcp section, looked around, rang him and then sent him a text.
Twas on my way out of le shop when I saw (out the corner of my eye) this dude in a white t shirt jumping up and down.
Came out of the shop and went on our walkies, twas a ripe photo op as we saw this building which reminded me of a Storm Trooper, thus many pics of it were taken (his better than mine..damn you!), we rambled around a bit more, took some more pics..we came past an Odeon cinema which had men carved around the building, twas strange how the old mixed with the new so well and didn't look odd. Opposite that was a CHINESE church (Soho Baptist Church). This prompted a discussion as to whether Chinese people were Christian or Buddhist. Pictures were taken of the building and the sun was streaming down so they came out pretty well. Opposite that (and thus, next to the cinema) was a building which was green and orange and had a very nice metal design on it, very uniform it were and thus pictures were taken. Then we went into a hardware store because I needed to get me some paint and stuff. Took pictures of another Victorian building and then we entered a sci-fi fan's paradise, though to be fair..it was BAD! We milled around a bit more and then came across a restaurant..a PUNJABI one, I failed to see any Mauritian ones around anywhere..*looks very smug*. We dashed down some side road and took more pictures..it was quite fun being a tourist in your home town. Where the cinema was, it was very quiet, strange how if you just turned down two more streets it was bustling..funny to find somewhere so quiet in the middle of London. We went to a furniture shop which had some sexcellent stuff in there, I am tempted to buy two lights and a chest of drawers from there (the chest being made of GLASS!).
We ate at Fridays, I would have made Delboy proud as I had a Singapore Sling, though negated to take any pictures as I am not THAT bad. Ate up, spoke about random crap..ranging from getting anything your heart desires from Mauritius, how stupid families are and custom made t-shirts.
Wandered around a bit more, got asked where the British Museum was (we had no idea), tried to find a shop that we both fell in love with (and failed), got the tube to Picadilly Circus and then got it back home again as someone had to train.
Pictures shall be WATERMARKED!! and posted in the next post I do believe.
Btw, I got home and found I had a blister..and today my thighs ache.
Hello? Cardio!?
2007/08/09
Parents
So Ich bin at work and Ich bin blogging.
Anywho, aren't parents just the greatest things ever?
I have mucho love and respect for mes parentinos.
They both rock (rolf) but in totally different ways, my mother could never be a father and my father could never be a mother but to me they are both indispensible.
My father is the biggest don I know and he knows this, no matter how rude I am to him, no matter how clever I try and be, he ALWAYS has some kinda response. It is because of him that I able to take the piss out of people without them knowing, he tried it on me and thus I carry forward the trade.
My mother is one of the funniest people I know, she reminds me of Grandad from Only Fools and Horses, everyone thinks that she has nothing of value to say and she is always getting the piss taken out of her by my dad/me/my brother and she takes it, knowing that we are joking. She also, like Grandad has moments where she says something that is hilarious, ie his Wendy House moment.
Ahh..parentinos!
And for those people who are still living at home and living on their parents money and complaining about how rough their lives are, SHUT THE HELL UP. If you don't like it, man up, get a job and get your own place. Idiots. As long as you live under their roof, you do what they want, simple.
Anywho, aren't parents just the greatest things ever?
I have mucho love and respect for mes parentinos.
They both rock (rolf) but in totally different ways, my mother could never be a father and my father could never be a mother but to me they are both indispensible.
My father is the biggest don I know and he knows this, no matter how rude I am to him, no matter how clever I try and be, he ALWAYS has some kinda response. It is because of him that I able to take the piss out of people without them knowing, he tried it on me and thus I carry forward the trade.
My mother is one of the funniest people I know, she reminds me of Grandad from Only Fools and Horses, everyone thinks that she has nothing of value to say and she is always getting the piss taken out of her by my dad/me/my brother and she takes it, knowing that we are joking. She also, like Grandad has moments where she says something that is hilarious, ie his Wendy House moment.
Ahh..parentinos!
And for those people who are still living at home and living on their parents money and complaining about how rough their lives are, SHUT THE HELL UP. If you don't like it, man up, get a job and get your own place. Idiots. As long as you live under their roof, you do what they want, simple.
2007/08/07
Hahahah@people
Who think they know so much about me.
Moreso than even I know.
You people read this and I know you do and I would just like to say that you are all wankers.
Yeah, all of you.
Normally I don't retaliate but this for some reason has been playing on my mind for a bit.
I may not go out with my tits on display, does that makes me repressed? No, it means that my mother told me that you don't need to be buck naked to be sexy, you can cover up and still have it.
Just because I don't plaster my face in makeup, I must be ugly? Yes, that MUST be it. You must really hate me because my neck and face are the same colour, sorry. I don't see why I should be made to feel ugly because I don't need foundation and because my skin is in good condition, I watch what I eat and I workout like a fiend, everything in this world comes at a price.
I MAY be outspoken but those around me who love me know this and love me regardless and if you do not like it, I suggest you stop your ears from picking up what I am saying as I'll be damned if I change for you.
Also, for the girl I see who works in Marks and Spencers in Canary Wharf, you may look down your nose at me if you wish to do so, just remember who is earning what money and where and then tell me I am the inferior one, you could have had it all but you fucked up. That's your mistake, not mine. I am not the one who trundles around in a student's job thinking I am better than my customers, many of whom earn more in year than you will do in ten. You may cover your face with makeup and think you look like a beauty queen, if you actually checked the mirror you would realise that you looked like a drag queen, a BAD one. As I said before, my face isn't plastered but if knowledge be the makeup of the mind, I have trowelled it on and it has paid divvies. Thus, you and all those other bastards out there who wish to judge me for being a plain girl who doesn't dress up may do so, because I know in myself that the stops can be pulled out by me when needs be. I could easily come over all high and mighty over you but I shan't because you trip yourself up enough, I have seen how much trouble you get into with your boss at work and tis a shame. One day all the ill-will that you wish on others will come back on you, but by the looks of things, it already has. Oh no, was I just being bitchy?! Tis a shame that you are as bitter as you are when you have nobody but yourself to blame for your wretched life.
This is all.
Oh yeah, and to the other girl with whom I used to get along, I may not be the best looking girl in the world but which of us two is married and which of us two is STILL getting locked in toilets by stupid little boys who wont let you out until you suck them off? Hmm? Yeah, he was in "reserve" the whole time you dumb arse
Moreso than even I know.
You people read this and I know you do and I would just like to say that you are all wankers.
Yeah, all of you.
Normally I don't retaliate but this for some reason has been playing on my mind for a bit.
I may not go out with my tits on display, does that makes me repressed? No, it means that my mother told me that you don't need to be buck naked to be sexy, you can cover up and still have it.
Just because I don't plaster my face in makeup, I must be ugly? Yes, that MUST be it. You must really hate me because my neck and face are the same colour, sorry. I don't see why I should be made to feel ugly because I don't need foundation and because my skin is in good condition, I watch what I eat and I workout like a fiend, everything in this world comes at a price.
I MAY be outspoken but those around me who love me know this and love me regardless and if you do not like it, I suggest you stop your ears from picking up what I am saying as I'll be damned if I change for you.
Also, for the girl I see who works in Marks and Spencers in Canary Wharf, you may look down your nose at me if you wish to do so, just remember who is earning what money and where and then tell me I am the inferior one, you could have had it all but you fucked up. That's your mistake, not mine. I am not the one who trundles around in a student's job thinking I am better than my customers, many of whom earn more in year than you will do in ten. You may cover your face with makeup and think you look like a beauty queen, if you actually checked the mirror you would realise that you looked like a drag queen, a BAD one. As I said before, my face isn't plastered but if knowledge be the makeup of the mind, I have trowelled it on and it has paid divvies. Thus, you and all those other bastards out there who wish to judge me for being a plain girl who doesn't dress up may do so, because I know in myself that the stops can be pulled out by me when needs be. I could easily come over all high and mighty over you but I shan't because you trip yourself up enough, I have seen how much trouble you get into with your boss at work and tis a shame. One day all the ill-will that you wish on others will come back on you, but by the looks of things, it already has. Oh no, was I just being bitchy?! Tis a shame that you are as bitter as you are when you have nobody but yourself to blame for your wretched life.
This is all.
Oh yeah, and to the other girl with whom I used to get along, I may not be the best looking girl in the world but which of us two is married and which of us two is STILL getting locked in toilets by stupid little boys who wont let you out until you suck them off? Hmm? Yeah, he was in "reserve" the whole time you dumb arse
2007/08/05
Nonsensical musings
The other day, something happened.
Something pretty serious.
It worried my mum a lot.
I told her everything would be OK, I reassured her that it would be.
She cried.
It turns out that I was right (as I knew I would be).
Come yesterday evening, my dad said something to me, something which made me cry.
Funny how it took him only five words to convey to me how proud he was of me, and one of those words wasn't even "proud".
Man, I love my dad.
Anywho, took last week off the cardio due to a multitude of things but now I iz back brah, stronger than ever.
Tomorrow I must wake up early-ish, cardio it up, shower, phone a woman about a job and then do some other stuff.
Yeah, that's it for now.
Btw..SPIDER JOOG
Also, why do some people think it is ok to tell you what to do about stuff when they themselves have no idea? Man, shut your mouth AND still stop fucking copying me.
Haha, I ran an experiment recently and my results just prove how much of a sheep certain people are.
Lose communication and you're still trying to emulate me, STOP IT. YOU CAN NEVER BE ME.
Something pretty serious.
It worried my mum a lot.
I told her everything would be OK, I reassured her that it would be.
She cried.
It turns out that I was right (as I knew I would be).
Come yesterday evening, my dad said something to me, something which made me cry.
Funny how it took him only five words to convey to me how proud he was of me, and one of those words wasn't even "proud".
Man, I love my dad.
Anywho, took last week off the cardio due to a multitude of things but now I iz back brah, stronger than ever.
Tomorrow I must wake up early-ish, cardio it up, shower, phone a woman about a job and then do some other stuff.
Yeah, that's it for now.
Btw..SPIDER JOOG
Also, why do some people think it is ok to tell you what to do about stuff when they themselves have no idea? Man, shut your mouth AND still stop fucking copying me.
Haha, I ran an experiment recently and my results just prove how much of a sheep certain people are.
Lose communication and you're still trying to emulate me, STOP IT. YOU CAN NEVER BE ME.
2007/08/01
A book
When I was younger I used to have a book called Helium Dream and the Lost Heart and I loved this book because of the illustrations in it. Anywho, time went on and as you do, you forget about stuff, this is what happened with the book. The other day I found this book under a drawer (the room was being cleared so I could put my laminate flooring down) and I took photos of the pictures.
I am amazed at the level of detail in the pictures, you will definitely have to click on them to see the detail as it is only clear how great they are when they are big.
The pictures are above, due to my total noobery when it comes to using this site.
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