Firstly I'd like to say something about the tribe found in Brazil. How fucking amazing is that? In this day and age there are still people who live totally alone with no interference from the outside world? That is bloody amazing, they have their own lifestyle which is governed by what they deem appropriate, they have only seen as far as their eyes take them, they know nothing of the world apart from what they see..that's bloody amazing to me. There are pictures of the tribe here..
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/7426869.stm
It's amazing that people can live like this (you can tel how excited I am by all this), the fact that they daub themselves with these dyes makes it all the more exciting, how do they learn the facts of life? Everything I have learnt (nearly) has been taught to me through books and teachers at school..how do they learn to survive all on their own?
The next thing is the power of the human mind and how it works in strange ways. Many years ago now, Simon's dad had a really bad car accident and was in a coma as a result. Simon was adamant to not go and visit him so I didn't force it, I think it's something to do with seeing someone so big to you being so weak..parents aren't meant to be weak and no matter how old you get, you never stop believing that. Anyway, they had played him all the music they could, his mum had read him his favourite book and spoken to him about times before Simon came along and nothing had worked. The docs told his mum that his dad would not survive and still Simon wouldn't go..I didn't force him to go and I remember something being on the radio about a guy who never got to say goodbye to his dad before he died. Somehow that was the catalyst which kicked him into gear..we were driving to the hospital and a song came on, one that makes me cry everytime I hear it because I remember how much pain he felt in his heart on that day and the fact that I could do nothing to help him..only a few know the name of that song but to this day it rings true, I've been into his darkest hour and I have never and will never desert him :)
Anyway, he got the hospital and I waited outside for him..he went in and just sat with his dad, saying nothing..about 20 minutes later he started to cry (man cries..not big girly cries) and he cried for a good half an hour and was still crying when his dad's finger started to move and his eyes flickered..now tell me that isn't a fucking miracle? He saved his own dad's life..and that gets me even to today, that the ONE thing that could bring his dad around was the pain of his only child..and I beat him up very often to remind him that had he not moved his arse to the hospital that day, his dad would never have seen his only child get married.
My hair feels a bit funny at the back, like really greasy even though I only washed it on Weds, it feels really flat?
I bought a new TV a few weeks ago and it has not been put up on my wall, I must do it tomorrow else I will shoot someone..kidding!
Last thing, my mum is going to India soon and I have given her the designs of about 20 outfits that I want her to get me, heh..my aunts and grandmother will be so jealous, my grandmother is so dumb that she brings bright colours for herself (turquoises, reds, pinks and yellows) and my cousins (the daughters of her daughter) and gets me crappy colours like beige and grandma-peach..stupid cow, I'm not wearing them..they will BURN with jealousy when they see the hot shit my mum brings me back..and she can't say no because I'M THE ONLY DAUGHTER and I DON'T HAVE TO SHARE EITHER!!!!
Hehehehe, I'm such a spoilt brat!
This I think is all.
2008/05/31
2008/05/24
General Stuff
So my secondment at tfl has come to an end but I'm being relocated to another sector within it.
Finally bought some Clinique makeup today, well skincare..my skin was getting really dry and I was so embarrassed when the lady said it's because I hadn't exfoliated in a while (for shame!) but I bought the moisturiser which came with two free thingies and I wasn't a sap who just saw it and got it, I actually used it and took it.
The lady who served us asked if my "friend" wanted anything for his girlfriend..heh. Well my skin does feel much nicer now so hopefully it works, also, as mi madre is going to India I will ask her to get me some full sized bits as it is cheaper.
Now onto my problem with my YSL stick thingy (the Touche Eclat), I got given a shade 1 and I need a shade 2 or 3, nobody does it so I've been round the houses, tomorrow I will have to go to Selfridges and get it from there (I hope they have it, if they don't then it's another airport shift for my mum).
This fucker on the way home nearly whacked my brand spanking new car so I had a few choice words with him whilst Mon drove like a demon to catch up with him, excuse me but how are you going to nearly hit me and then have the fucking nerve to swear at ME?! Oh ho, matey boy chose the wrong person to mess with, I told him to get out of his car if he was such a hard nut and he apologised..fucking wanker, if you can't drive then get your sorry arse off the road..wanker.
I think that's it, I might start adding photos to my blogs because it's just writing so do find a few attached below, they're not of much, just things I see and pics me and Mon snap around le house..
This one makes me laugh because it wasn't strategically placed or anything (despite looking like it has been, but then if I was going to pose it up wouldn't I have cleared all the other stuff out of the way? It's the two great loves of our lives, mine is the album, his are the nuts (as well it should be I suppose).
This one and the one below were taken at my parents' house, I asked Mon to hold the camera so he decided to take covert pictures of my non existent bum.
Finally bought some Clinique makeup today, well skincare..my skin was getting really dry and I was so embarrassed when the lady said it's because I hadn't exfoliated in a while (for shame!) but I bought the moisturiser which came with two free thingies and I wasn't a sap who just saw it and got it, I actually used it and took it.
The lady who served us asked if my "friend" wanted anything for his girlfriend..heh. Well my skin does feel much nicer now so hopefully it works, also, as mi madre is going to India I will ask her to get me some full sized bits as it is cheaper.
Now onto my problem with my YSL stick thingy (the Touche Eclat), I got given a shade 1 and I need a shade 2 or 3, nobody does it so I've been round the houses, tomorrow I will have to go to Selfridges and get it from there (I hope they have it, if they don't then it's another airport shift for my mum).
This fucker on the way home nearly whacked my brand spanking new car so I had a few choice words with him whilst Mon drove like a demon to catch up with him, excuse me but how are you going to nearly hit me and then have the fucking nerve to swear at ME?! Oh ho, matey boy chose the wrong person to mess with, I told him to get out of his car if he was such a hard nut and he apologised..fucking wanker, if you can't drive then get your sorry arse off the road..wanker.
I think that's it, I might start adding photos to my blogs because it's just writing so do find a few attached below, they're not of much, just things I see and pics me and Mon snap around le house..
This one makes me laugh because it wasn't strategically placed or anything (despite looking like it has been, but then if I was going to pose it up wouldn't I have cleared all the other stuff out of the way? It's the two great loves of our lives, mine is the album, his are the nuts (as well it should be I suppose).
This one and the one below were taken at my parents' house, I asked Mon to hold the camera so he decided to take covert pictures of my non existent bum.
Camera wrestling lead to this one, I'm not consciously showing my leg off, it was warm and we tried to test the shutter speed but that descended into chaos and somehow this one was taken..vey good on the old anti-shock.
I clocked on what he was doing re. the butt shots when he took this because he forgot there was a window in front of me through which I could see his reflection so as boys are adept at spinning lies, he told me he was trying to picture my hair..yeah righ!
2008/05/03
Mr Simon Ross
This is the name of my husband and the owner of the sexiest body I have ever seen.
He is the sexiest fucker alive (well..bar John but I shall make do, hehehe).
I shouldn't really go on about how great he is as if he were a bastard I wouldn't have married him but he truly is a leg-end.
I love him more than anyone can even begin to comprehend, I would die for him if it came to that (though I hope he'd step in and convince me not to..hopefully he would be naked whilst convincing me because that would help a great deal).
We went to get a new car this morning and I nearly got run over..this is when I realised he was willing to injure himself/die for me (now this might be something that most women expect from their men but the amount of men who would actually do it is a lot less than those who say they will), he got in the way of the car before me, he came bounding out of the showroom and the car whacked him on the knee..the thing that made me get all funny was the fact that if I had been hit by the car, it wouldn't have been a life threatening injury but he still felt it his port of call to protect me. Then the dickhead driving the car got out and I gave him what for..that's what you call teamwork..trying to injure my husband, DOES HE MIND?!
Ahhh..MON I *SOMETHING* YOU..love is a crap word to describe how I feel about you and the feelings you rouse inside me just by being..not being you, or being there, just by your very being. I struggle not to cry when you leave me and go somewhere for work (even if it is in the same country) and you may call me sad but you know you'd get a slap :)
Also, I am aware that other people read this blog too but this one post is for you Simon and you alone. I think it might form one of the parts of that letter I told you I'm still composing (59 pages!)
I know a lot of people think it won't last and it's just a teenage fad (even though we aren't teenagers anymore and we never dated as teenagers), as I tell you..let them think what they wish..they don't know us and they dynamics we have between us, they are jealous because they are insecure about something in their own lives, I know this shit never ever gets to you because you know how tight we are even when I'm pissing you off and you're shouting your head off at me..it's in those moments I know you *something* me because only those closest to me shout at me that way..because they care. How long has it been now? 2000 I believe it was, it will be 2009 in seven months time and has anything shaken it? Yeah, a lot of shit has but we man up and come through it every single time.
You fucking crack me up man..you know I only swear about a few select people on this Earth and you're lucky you're one of them. I'm not going to say anything of that crap about me being lucky to have you because I'm not, it was hard fucking work! Those on the outside might think I'm a bitch and you're too good for me but then why are you still here? Why do those who have no clue think they know the most? I'm a bit hungry actually..must eat something! (Well, duh). I do as much for you as you do for me as I know this because you've told me as such so they can cram it with walnuts..uglies.
Apart from the making me laugh and making my existence on this Earth quite a pleasurable one you are ALWAYS there to offer me information or sarcasm (often at the wrong time but I wouldn't change ye). You understand EVERY SINGLE WORD that comes out of my mouth, even when I mumble whilst eating or when doors are closed, this is a feat in itself as I have a penchant for making up words but you are somehow always one step ahead of me which is how I think it should be.
My personal sounding off board is what you are and I'm fucking thankful that you listen to every stupidness that passes my lips and that you wait patiently for the genius that comes out once in a blue moon..I love the fact that I can say as many stupid things to you as I want and you will laugh but not in a mean way. You have the patience of a saint when it comes to me, even when I push it..lesser men get pissed off but not thou!
I can see why whilst I'm writing this, reading the FT..funny how a certain mixture of flesh, bone, muscle and hair brings me so much hapiness (ONE P!). You make me far happier than I ever thought I could be and for that I am truly thankful..and you can see that I'm tearing up so I shall have to make an excuse but you already know why I'm covering the screen with my hair..which barely comes past my shoulders..I never claimed to be smart!
I love the way how when I'm cold in bed you warm me up by putting your cold feet on my bare legs (git!) or opening the window..but I love you for all you do.
I am amazed by your brain and how you know so much, being a lawyer by trade you'd expect me to know a lot too but your knowledge far outweighs mine (no matter what you say..I am so jealous of your mind..but now I own it vicariously, hehehehe..confuse him with the lawyer speak!)
I think that's it for now..if I find more I will add it on.
Rest assured that I don't need a million paged book to write about how fucking perfect you are because we all know that girls want quality over quantity *ahem*, so even if I don't fill all the pages out, the truth could still be documented without you losing any of your allure, you tart!
He is the sexiest fucker alive (well..bar John but I shall make do, hehehe).
I shouldn't really go on about how great he is as if he were a bastard I wouldn't have married him but he truly is a leg-end.
I love him more than anyone can even begin to comprehend, I would die for him if it came to that (though I hope he'd step in and convince me not to..hopefully he would be naked whilst convincing me because that would help a great deal).
We went to get a new car this morning and I nearly got run over..this is when I realised he was willing to injure himself/die for me (now this might be something that most women expect from their men but the amount of men who would actually do it is a lot less than those who say they will), he got in the way of the car before me, he came bounding out of the showroom and the car whacked him on the knee..the thing that made me get all funny was the fact that if I had been hit by the car, it wouldn't have been a life threatening injury but he still felt it his port of call to protect me. Then the dickhead driving the car got out and I gave him what for..that's what you call teamwork..trying to injure my husband, DOES HE MIND?!
Ahhh..MON I *SOMETHING* YOU..love is a crap word to describe how I feel about you and the feelings you rouse inside me just by being..not being you, or being there, just by your very being. I struggle not to cry when you leave me and go somewhere for work (even if it is in the same country) and you may call me sad but you know you'd get a slap :)
Also, I am aware that other people read this blog too but this one post is for you Simon and you alone. I think it might form one of the parts of that letter I told you I'm still composing (59 pages!)
I know a lot of people think it won't last and it's just a teenage fad (even though we aren't teenagers anymore and we never dated as teenagers), as I tell you..let them think what they wish..they don't know us and they dynamics we have between us, they are jealous because they are insecure about something in their own lives, I know this shit never ever gets to you because you know how tight we are even when I'm pissing you off and you're shouting your head off at me..it's in those moments I know you *something* me because only those closest to me shout at me that way..because they care. How long has it been now? 2000 I believe it was, it will be 2009 in seven months time and has anything shaken it? Yeah, a lot of shit has but we man up and come through it every single time.
You fucking crack me up man..you know I only swear about a few select people on this Earth and you're lucky you're one of them. I'm not going to say anything of that crap about me being lucky to have you because I'm not, it was hard fucking work! Those on the outside might think I'm a bitch and you're too good for me but then why are you still here? Why do those who have no clue think they know the most? I'm a bit hungry actually..must eat something! (Well, duh). I do as much for you as you do for me as I know this because you've told me as such so they can cram it with walnuts..uglies.
Apart from the making me laugh and making my existence on this Earth quite a pleasurable one you are ALWAYS there to offer me information or sarcasm (often at the wrong time but I wouldn't change ye). You understand EVERY SINGLE WORD that comes out of my mouth, even when I mumble whilst eating or when doors are closed, this is a feat in itself as I have a penchant for making up words but you are somehow always one step ahead of me which is how I think it should be.
My personal sounding off board is what you are and I'm fucking thankful that you listen to every stupidness that passes my lips and that you wait patiently for the genius that comes out once in a blue moon..I love the fact that I can say as many stupid things to you as I want and you will laugh but not in a mean way. You have the patience of a saint when it comes to me, even when I push it..lesser men get pissed off but not thou!
I can see why whilst I'm writing this, reading the FT..funny how a certain mixture of flesh, bone, muscle and hair brings me so much hapiness (ONE P!). You make me far happier than I ever thought I could be and for that I am truly thankful..and you can see that I'm tearing up so I shall have to make an excuse but you already know why I'm covering the screen with my hair..which barely comes past my shoulders..I never claimed to be smart!
I love the way how when I'm cold in bed you warm me up by putting your cold feet on my bare legs (git!) or opening the window..but I love you for all you do.
I am amazed by your brain and how you know so much, being a lawyer by trade you'd expect me to know a lot too but your knowledge far outweighs mine (no matter what you say..I am so jealous of your mind..but now I own it vicariously, hehehehe..confuse him with the lawyer speak!)
I think that's it for now..if I find more I will add it on.
Rest assured that I don't need a million paged book to write about how fucking perfect you are because we all know that girls want quality over quantity *ahem*, so even if I don't fill all the pages out, the truth could still be documented without you losing any of your allure, you tart!
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