Brown girl chattin' shit

Moving on up..

2010-03-28T11:43:00.003+01:00

This blog has a new home.

You can find it here.

She's a maniac, maniac on the floor

2009-10-08T10:37:00.000+01:00

I haven't posted here in ages and I only realised this today.

Anyway, this post is nothing short of an exercise in ego massaging.

I got my practicing certificate results today. I don't like the way they do this, you do the exam in May, get results in July and then do more in August and get those results in October, why not just do all the exams at once?!

Anyway, I've passed all mine with a 0% margin of error. Call me egotistical if you will but that doesn't sound half as good as being 100% right, even though both mean the same thing. I'd rather people say "you're 100% right than say well you're 0% wrong". It's the use of the word wrong that I don't like because 1)women are never wrong 2)lawyers are never wrong and thus when logic prevails, women lawyers are never wrong.

Anyway (third time I've used that word in this post, you'd never think I passed my year 9 English SATS with the grade of exceptional performance but that's by the by..English GCSE was A* by the way, I'm not one of those who fizzle out once the important exams kick in), I'm super chuffed with myself seeing as last night I was convinced I hadn't passed.

MUST.HAVE.MORE.FAITH.IN.ONES.SELF.

Ta ta

I'm gon cut you!

2009-08-04T14:58:00.002+01:00

I'm in pain today :(

I decided to shave my legs today whilst the darling husbandairy was at work and what happened? I sliced the back of my left thigh. It really really really kills :(

Thankfully I had my phone in the bathroom with me and managed to ring him, he came home and took care of me. I swear, blood makes me feel so queasy, I was feeling really light headed and he bandaged me up and gave me something to eat.

This is why I love him, the fact that he came without me even telling him to come home, what a love!

He bandaged me up pretty well and I have to sit on the edge of everything as if I sit on my thighs the blood comes out :(

The only downside about it to me is that I have one shaved leg and one half shaved leg :(

In closing,

People being funny

2009-06-15T00:18:00.002+01:00

Why do some people switch and then call you paranoid? I don't get it. I'm talking to my mate at the moment and usually I can crack jokes with him etc..and get some funny replies whereas tonight he's being really odd..like really serious. I said something like "you're so transparent" to which he usually says something and tonight he just said "yeah..thanks".

I've done the usual asking if everything is ok and he's said yes, if something is wrong I'd rather he just told me if something was wrong instead of being a twat.

This is all.

Trainspotting

2009-04-19T15:27:00.005+01:00

I watched this film last weekend after not having seen it since I was at school and I'm sure it has gotten better with time.

Me and the Mon watched it and considering the fact that I can't watch people being injected and the fact that this film was about junkies, I did quite well.

Anyway, it got me thinking how people first get into smack, I mean Renton seemed quite well adjusted and not at all like the smack addled stereotype that I've always been exposed to.

It was quite sad in the film that the one guy who got into heroin because his bird left him was the one to die and even that was from eating cat shit and not the needle sharer's disease.

The guy who died was called Tommy and I assume he stayed in his flat throughout and by the end of it his flat was a shit-hole, went from being pretty decent from the time to being stripped bare with only a matress and a football.

What struck me about the film was how happy they were within themselves, just shooting up and floating around doing nothing apart from that..

So, I was just wondering how/why people get into smack in the first place..I like the way the film showed how happy they were as smackheads but also showed the decline of their teetotal mate and how it was him who suffered the most..

Also, Sick Boy looks IDENTICAL to my mate Mark, I'm surprised I never saw it when I first started working with him..

I'm reading the book to the film at the moment and it's written in Scottish dialect and I have to speak it out in my English in my mind..There's a great line in the book where Renton says that when someone is high, they don't want to talk to anyone and they don't want anyone to talk to them and he thinks that that could be a reason why people take it, to get some silence..

Safe.

Fixing the computer

2009-04-17T22:54:00.003+01:00

Alright ladies and gentlemen?

Had a week off work during which I have done absolutely nothing..until today that is!

My plan for the week was to bum around and then go out with my mates from school tonight, I fell victim to a rogue runny nose (I wasn't aware that I had reverted back to being 5?!) Anyway, as usual I digress.

I stayed at home and decided to fix this computer up, now it's been dodgy for a while now and I haven't really used it as I've been on the laptop but me and Simon had enough and he decided he would fix it when he got home from work today. I decided to man up and fix it from scratch myself and I did so. I don't know what he was so scared about, it's bloody easy! You just pop in one disk, read Trainspotting, pop in another disk, continue reading, pop in the BT broadband disk, carry on reading.

Add all the software you need, e.g. msn, iTunes, Mozilla etc..and you're done.

So yeah, I fixed my computer from scratch today.

Reduction of stock

2009-03-07T13:05:00.004Z

Alright?

I'm still on my mission to reduce all my stock before I buy anything new but it is hard when all the shops have offers on. For example, I have bought the following recently despite having some at home already:

Cleansing wipes. I had finished my original Boots stash (which by the way were crap, but then what do you expect for about £1.50?) and I'd heard that Biore ones were on offer in Superdrug and I did need some of their excellent nose pore strips. So, I picked up two nose pore strips and two jam packed cleansing wipe packets. I have still not opened these as I have been given a packet of L'oreal wipes to use. That brings me onto my next issue, I went to Boots and they had L'oreal wipes on half price so I bought two packets. Now I have gone from having no cleansing wipes to having 5 packets..
Shampoo/conditioner. I bought some more shampoo as I thought I needed some, despite having some TBS banana shampoo at home already and some Herbal Essences. It was too good an opportunity to pass up as they had the usual BOGOF offer on so I got two. Conditioner wise I had a voucher from Boots so I bought some Mark Hill conditioner for frizzy hair which totally did nothing AND the design of the bottle needs some work as I had to take the whole of the top of as the lid was jammed stuck in the top part.

Hmm..that's been it really, bought some moisturiser which I really needed and it turned out to be crap, am going to get jojoba oil as it's been recommended by someone who knows what they're doing.

On the plus side I have only 3 body moisturisers left which is impressive considering that this time last year I had about 20.

Quite impressed really as I have only a few face washy products left, one face moisturiser, a lot of conditioners, two/three shampoos and no shower gels have been bought by me since November, woo woo.

General musings

2009-02-07T12:17:00.002Z

Well my trainee at work is sitting his first ever practicing certificate and I never truly realised how much work was involved with being a supervisor, I should really thank mine for all this crap he did for me, bits he gave me that I assumed he just had lying around the place when in actual fact he'd been typing them up for me.

Anyway, I'm helping my trainee get his practicing certificate and so have been making copious checklists and stuff for him, I have the following grounds to cover:

property law: freehold sale of registered, freehold sale of unregistered, leasing, rent review, lease management and sale of part
business law: EU law, competition, employment, company, partnership, taxes and insolvency
litigation: civil and criminal

I'm battling through, in the space of a week I have finished partnership, tax and property, criminal litigation should be finished today as I hit upon an excellent source of information, civil may be done by Monday which leaves the rest of the week for the remainder of business.

I've been a recluse for the past week but I don't really mind, well I do mind now but the fact I have a gorgeous man who comes home to me every day does ease the pain of not having a life.

The gorgeous man in question plans on taking me out later on this evening so it's all good baby baby.

non obstante veredicto

Let's have sex!

2008-11-23T13:50:00.004Z

Family politics

2008-08-23T14:34:00.004+01:00

Hey..

Those of you who know me and read this blog will know that there are a lot of family politics in my family.

Two things have happened this past week which make me laugh/annoy me.

1)GCSE results.

I did my GCSE's in 2000 and got very decent grades, my uncle at the time laughed and said they were because I chose easy subjects (I chose History, Sociology and French because I was doing two languages). His daughter got her results and got C's and D's and he has told the whole family that she got A's (he only told my dad the truth because he trusts him..which is pretty dumb because no matter how chummy you are with your brother/sister, your kids come first). Anyway, he laughed at my easy subjects, his daughter got bare passes in subjects like Art, DT and Drama..hello? Rumour mill is going mad in our family and apparently the daughter cried as soon as she got home becuase she was so pleased with her great results..I'm not convinced by that because EVERYONE gets funny when they get them, it doesn't take you time.

2)People using and abusing you.

Last weekend I was at my parent's house avec Mon. Now we had a desi festivity and we missed one set of guests who were coming around. They came the next day. There are four in this family (mum, dad and two girls). One girl has been ill for ages (I'm sure it is attention seeking and don't have the inclination to go into it now, basically every year she stops eating for a few weeks and then starts again), so far it has been about 5 weeks. The mother and oldest daughter came around to see us last Sunday. Now Mon has a habit of coming out the shower with just a towel on, my mum and dad do not mind this because they expect him to treat the place as his own. He came out of the shower and walked down the side bit in our yard and my cousin caught a glimpse of him (he wasn't trying to show himself off..there's a first!). Both mother and daughter were very stoney faced and I made a joke and told my mum I wouldn't sit with my cousin as I didn't like her (I say this all the time and she takes it in jest), this time she turned around and said "Well, I don't like you anyway". So I got a bit annoyed but thought I'd say something as we were sitting there in total silence, I asked if they had outfits made for a desi event that we soon have and the daughter replied with a single "no". Now I was really mad but didn't show it (I'm an angel, ain't I?!) So I sat there in silence and they finally left.

Fast forward to Tuesday, I get a buddy buddy text from said cousin asking me the same question that I asked her, I haven't replied and don't intend on doing so either. The sensible half of this relationship (one Monska) told me to leave it as I shouldn't just be there for people to talk to when THEY feel up to it when I am always nothing but nice to them. So I have left it. I asked a third party/fourt party about this and they said the same. If I treated my cousin the way she treated me that day in public she'd have a field day going on about why I've got attitude etc..but fuck it, she can say what she wants. If you have problems at home, leave them there, don't fucking take it out on me. When I have problems I never get mad at you when you have nothing to do with it so why do you think I deserve it from you?

I am back home today (had to help mon pere with something) and I have been to my grandmother's house where my uncle was with my cousin (brother of aforementioned aunt), his sister came around too (sister of aforementioned aunt) and they made plans to go see the aunt in question, they tried to invite me along but I was adamant I was going home and that is what I have done. They keep thinking that something is wrong but I'm not going to spill because they will go tell her because that's what you do in my family, snitch like a bitch. I'm not some kinda fool who will go to someone's house when they have clearly been so hostile to me, I'm not going to be friendly towards them until I get an apology and for once I will stick to my guns! I'm sick of being messed around by them.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

PS Simon smells.

(I quite like the quote mentioned below)

Ubi dubium ibi libertas

Urban Decay Primer Potion Depotting

2008-08-21T17:06:00.005+01:00

Whilst I listen to one of my all time favourite songs, I must also post this because I'm annoyed at certain companies.

Everyone who uses eyeshadow will know that it fades and creases all the time, companies like UD and Too Faced (TF) have made products which are aimed specifically at keeping your eyeshadow on your eyes looking the way it looked when you applied it. Now I have no beef against the product itself, it is one my Holy Grail products as it does what it says and is cheap! (£9.50..says she who spent Boots points on it) Cheap considering the fact that you can buy similar face primers which boast to do the same but don't.

Anyway, the packaging is like a genie shaped bottles and I recently saw an article on another blog called clumps of mascara and the lady who owns the site cut up her bottle of UDPP and tonnes more came out, so I decided to do the same..I've been a bit slow recently but deciding to take the bull by the horns today and below are the pics..

My surgical tools and the specimen in question, note in further pics you will see two other knives..

Cutting the tube open at that point was easy, notice how much product is left and would have been chucked had I not seen that website *cue some angry words*

Wand has been smeared around the pot in which the product will go..

Product being scooped out and put into new tub..

Empty half tube of UDPP..

Both top bits after having been scooped and cutting off the bottom part (which was a bitch to cut)

Bottom bit cut open ready for scoopage, this was really hard to cut as the bottle is very thick here so I had to use a knife with ridged teeth, I was considering just scooping from the top but am glad I cut it because look at all that product.

The end result. I've kept the wand because I liked it but I don't know what I will use it for.

...

2008-08-21T16:48:00.004+01:00

Ismon, words will never ever be enough.

Being in love with someone, having them love you more than you ever thought anyone could is the best feeling I have ever experienced in my life..ever.

I don't know why I feel so lovey dovey today but I just do, mainly because Simon has a brain in his head which functions when mine goes to pot, you keep me sane and make sense of crap when I'm not up to it.

I remember being back at school and girls were going on about boyfriends being the last thing they think of at night and first thing they think of when they wake up and I was so jealous because I knew I'd never get to experience anything like that..and I still haven't..I SEE the mainframe before I go to bed and it's the first thing I see when I wake up.

I have only ever dreamt about Simon ONCE since we have been together..I've dreamt about John about five or six times but Mon you know where you stand.

By the way, fancy reading every single word I write but never ever saying anything..wally.

I call you every name under the sun but God forbid if someone else was to do the same (and you know that when I say it, I mean it).

Someone asked me the other day how much I believe in the saying "You will never find someone to love you until you love yourself" and I agree with that 100%, I used to think I was such a dog when I was at school (I still do now) but somewhere along the way I learnt that I'm not all bad and that I am quite a nice person who has some sense in her head and that I could be a much worse person. Then Mon came along..

This essay here doesn't make much sense but the one person who understands my scattered way of thinking will see how it connects together..

There's no guaranteed way of knowing when you find the one, you have different ways of knowing but I know for sure that you have a secret smile reserved for that one person. My best mate Kam smiles at her husband with a smile that I have never seen before and she says I do the same with Mon..funny how she never noticed it when we were at school but I will agree with her, he makes me smile and I feel truly happy, like nothing can touch me and I'm esctatic at the end of the night that I get to take him home with me and keep the feeling.

I think I might take you out tonight and try and grope you down that dark alley by the sea.. :)

Nihil dicit

Hair stuff

2008-08-11T12:57:00.009+01:00

Before I start the main body I'd like to say one thing.

I tested out a tester of Almay foundation on my cheek, it was too light (will give it to my mum or use it in winter) and then I used my Clinique toner over it, now my cheek is really warm..what's that all about?

Anyway, back to the main message...remember about this time last year I wrote out a list of all the shampoos I had in my cupboard so I could see what I had and get rid of the bits that were nearly finished?

Well, thanks to the damned credit crunch and having just bought a new car, I've been forced to do the same again but for everything I own (such as body lotions, shower gels etc..), this is only because I buy stuff that I don't need and come home to find that I needed to buy conditioner and have bought the matching shampoo. Also, I am a sucker for anything new on the market and have decided that enough is enough and that I will use up everything I have before buying something new.

I've been doing that (sans list) for the past few weeks and have been going ok with it but now I'm really up to speed and things are being thrown away a lot faster, also a visit to my aunt's house also helped. She is the same as me and will buy anything new that comes out, just to see how it works. I was going to buy the L'oreal Beauty Tubes mascara but used it at her house and have decided against it, instead I will buy the Lava eyeliner pencil from Too Faced as it is the first proper pencil eyeliner which applies like liquid (something I've been looking for for ages). I am also going to chuck out most of my cheapo eyeshadows as despite my UDPP keeping the colour on, I've realised there isn't much pigment in them anyway as they colours are always grey-ish, I am going to invest in a Bobbi Brown pallette once the one my aunt gave me has run out as they colours are excellent and they stay on.

Anywho..here is my list of shampoos and conditioners..

(I'm quite happy with it as I do use these shampoos regularly whereas last year there were some I hadn't used for time)..

Twisted Sister conditioner for curly hair
Revlon Flex clarifying conditioner
Tresemme deep conditioner for dry hair
Tresemme deep conditioner for curly hair
Aussie 3 minute miracle frizz reducer
Boots lemonbalm deep conditioner
Boots henna deep conditioner
Aussie 3 minute luscious locks treatment

Those of you eagle eyed readers will see that I have more than I did have last year but in my defence I didn't include deep treatments in last years count (despite me buying most of them since making the list).

I have thrown away a lot of shampoo that I have bought in the year so the list could have been longer, the only thing I had last year and didn't mention was the Black by Design deep conditioner which is no longer of use to me as my hair isn't damaged so I may use it as a shaving aid or something.

As I'm here I might as well list the other bits I have (face washes), so here we go..

Doctor Barefoot's clean face enhancer (LOVE IT)

I've recently finished a TBS tea tree oil face wash and when I first got it, it had grains in it but over time they have turned to mush (despite the smell staying strong, I hoped it would fade), I had it since I was 17 and finished it just last weekend, the bathrom cupboard is rammed full of crap I've bought so tis only fair I finish it, I am not going to buy any more body scrubs and will use the St Ives as replacements as they work very well .

Too shattered to add a quote after that mammoth essay and I think I will put something a bit closer to home under my posts..a legal phrase (in latin of course!)

Pacta sunt servanda

Just desserts

2008-07-29T16:39:00.002+01:00

Hi everybody..Hi Doctor Nick!

Yes, I'm feeling a bit gay today due to the weather and the general sun-ness outside.

Anyway, got something that I want to say but can't really tell anyone because it wouldn't mean anything to them.

Quand je suis une petite fille, I used to connais (huh, huh?) a girl who I will call S. S had a sister who I will call K and a mum who I will call R.

S always wanted to be a doctor and I always wanted to be a solicitor. We got the grades we needed and went off to uni. K wanted to be a stock broker and whilst we were at school she was always seen as the less brainy half of the KnS kinship. Anyway, R would always say that her daughter would make it and that I was wasting my time learning the law as it would never help me because I didn't have the smarts to use it (because I was really immature at school..and still am now).

Anyway, my older brother (M) wanted to be a financial whizz kid and R always thought that me and him would never make it as her kids were smarter as my mum let us run "riot".

Now K is about three years younger than me and has just graduated..the same year as her sister.

Last year, R told us that her kid was doing work exp in a bank (she was, I saw her work pass) and that she would go on to be a stock broker at the same place.

Now my mum phoned R the other day and R told her that K now wants to be........a teacher.

Now I'm quite surprised at this comedown and why R told my mum because she loves to save face. She would always say that K would get a better job than M and be the best at anything.

S has done what she set out to do and I am proud of her because that's been her goal since forever and she has done it.

Why did K become a teacher? You can do a lot in the financial field apart from broker stocks, a friend of mine went on to work for HSBC and she had a law degree.

My thinking is why the sudden comedown? The only reason I can think of is that she didn't get the grades she needed..but then R's story began to fall apart.

She had always told us that her daughter was doing stats and maths at uni but then she told my mum that last year she did some work experience at our old school and they had offered her a perm position..so what is going on?

I'm taking some pleasure in this because R and K always thought they were better than me and M when it turns out she couldn't cut the mustard.

HAHAHA IN YOUR DUMB OLD FACE.

I know that people might find that childish and what have you but I don't care.

This is what you get when you speech it and don't have the goods to back it up.

Even with a 2:2 she could have done something financial.

I cannot wait to see how this unravels.

Makeup and Quotes

2008-07-02T14:04:00.007+01:00

I think I want to seem a bit more educated than I am so I will start putting quotes on the bottom of each of my posts, I'm not going to go back and do that because I've written a lot and I don't have the time or patience to do so.

Anyway, this post is mainly about makeup (I must however remember to label my posts because I keep forgetting).

I have an extensive range of makeup which I do use but not all at once. I am currently figuring out how to use powder blusher and keep it on your cheeks. Maybe I should add some background..here goes..

I got Selfridges vouchers for my birthday and went off to spend them, now I had to change my YSL Touche Eclat as it was too light, the girl at the counter changed it as I had never used it, I thought that whilst I was there I might as well use the vouchers so I bought a Lip Plumper (solely for the colour and the fact that the gloss wasn't sticky and some skin perfecter which I haven't used ONCE as it is expensive and I am saving it for special occasions). Anyway, you got to take a free sample so I thought I'd take the plunge and get some blusher (my thinking being that from the other stuff that I could take from the freebie box, blusher was the one thing I didn't have and that it complimented the other two, I could whack on the gloss, the perfecter and the blush..also, I've never had a blush before whereas I have copious amount of eye shadows and Marcello's, the only reason I wanted the M's was because of the funky boxing but I got a sample of that from somewhere else).

So, I've used the blusher once but I never know how much to put on..I must ask someone.

I asked two males that I know and they both said I don't need makeup, which is very nice of them and I tend to agree, I don't wear makeup to make myself look decent, I look OK without it, there are times when I go barefaced to work and most weekends I am not wearing any. I normally whack it on when I am going out for the evening or to a wedding/party/desi function.

Also, I've been asked by some people who read this blog what my essential makeup items are and they are listed below, by essentials I mean stuff you MUST have in your makeup kit, not stuff I MUST apply to my face everyday, so here goes..

1)Benefit Doctor Feelgood
This is the shit, I've got pores on my nose and the sides of my nose and this chappy goes on and fills them in, I get what I call "model" skin..it's like the skin of a mannequin, smooth and shine free..no pores. You have to re-apply it but not very often and application is a doddle too..you can't put too much on because you get a little sponge with it. You have to wash the sponge though as you get little bits on it. It's a little metal tin which I love (hard wearing AND hard working) and the balm lasts an age, I use this whenever I go out (gives me perfect skin without any makeup at all) and I have had it since January and I have not even made a visible indent to it. It cost me about £16 because I got a special offer in my skymag, usually it is £22.50 and it is worth every penny. The only downside for me is the smell, it's not overpoweringly horrible, just smells slightly of damp..apart from that, it's a winner.

2)YSL Touche Eclat
This is also the shit but people are always arguing whether to use it as a concealer or a highlighter..I think that's really confusing because the packaging says it reflects light off dark areas so surely you'd use it on your under eye bags? Well, I don't care..use it wherever, I use it under my brows and it makes me look really alert and different..I would exercise caution however as you need to push the applicator (YSL are very keen on this, my gloss has it and they have other glosses that do it and now also a nail brush) and it's easy to keep pushing and then see all the product come rushing out and fall on the floor. Also, a teeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeny bit is all you need of this, all you do is dab it in and it sets in very easily. It's cheapest in Superdrug, shade one is £15 and shades two and three and £16.99.

3)Clinique Moisturiser Gel
Best..moisturiser..ever. Moisturisers dry areas, keeps oily areas in good nick too. £27 quid but I'd wait til they do offers, I got mine for £27 but with a free toner and liquid soap.

4)Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer.
I didn't want to pay 9 quid for this so I saved up my Boots points and it is the best thing ever. It's like a glue for eye shadows, you put the tiniest amount on, wait for it to dry and then put your eyeshadow on over the top. Your eyeshadow won't budge until YOU want to take it off. I will definitely be buying more of this in the future. The only word of caution is that if you have darker skin, don't put too much on as it will alter the colour of your eyeshadow, it does claim to make your eyeshadow brighter so exercise some caution there. Apart from that, buy it!

PS..

A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice.

That is all.

Bits..

2008-06-30T14:56:00.003+01:00

Well my mum has gone to India.

I miss her more than I thought I would which is odd as I normally don't miss her this much.

I spoke to someone a bit earlier and that lifted my right out of my depressive state.

I am truly counting down the days until she returns. I'm such a dingus that I cried at the airport, no matter how many times I promise myself that I won't cry, I always always do.

This is all.

A lot of stuff

2008-05-31T22:48:00.004+01:00

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.

General Stuff

2008-05-24T16:10:00.005+01:00

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.

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!

Mr Simon Ross

2008-05-03T14:25:00.004+01:00

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!

Scientists and the intimacy of human bodies

2008-04-17T21:07:00.003+01:00

I have always wanted to know more about science, to be able to discuss it at length with people who understand it. My man Simon (hehehe) is a science and maths whizz and he can have these discussion and I will not lie, I am jealous. I wish I had the brain to comprehend science (and he in turn wishes he had the brain to comprehend the law but to me the law is easy, if I can get it, anyone can..I KNOW the same is not true of science).

This is why I was getting a stiffy when I saw the ad on the tv for The Independent and their fortnight long science made easy booklets, I have missed out on the first two but ordered them from the website (part of the money goes to charity, I'm not saying that so people think I'm a good person, I'm saying it because it is like killing two birds with one stone..two get educated for the price of one).

Anyway, I got yesterday's and I tested Simon on it and to his credit he knew everything in it, I even had a discussion about Charles Darwin with my mum on the phone last night whilst I was loading the washing machine and she was ironing. I love how by doing one small thing you can connect with people so close to you, we would never have had that conversation had I not gotten into those tiny books.

I decided last night that I would take the book with me on the tube to work this morning but I got late and couldn't find it so I had to read my vampire book.

The rest are coming and I am very excited as I am finally understanding things better. Simon has been taking the piss out of me for it, he is home with a cold today and he asked me to pick up The Metro for him because he wants to "expand his mind"..the exact answer he gave me when I told him why I was defecting from The Times to The Independent for a few weeks..damn him.

Also, talking of Darwin, this is the discussion I had with my mum, how did he decide one day that we came from monkeys? Why was it monkeys and not another animal? This is why I would love to be a scientist because you can think of all wacky things that just might be true..everyone back then shunned him and some people even do it now, he must have been a renegade to think that we came from animals and not God..amazing.

Next topic: The intimacy of a human body. This is nothing pervy (which will come as a surprise to all that know me). I love the feeling of being able to come home after a stressful day at work and cuddling up to Simon, knowing that his is the same body that fits mine so well, where my head finds its way to where it belongs. No matter what has happened to me that day, the second I fall into that space, everything is at one and the world is great again. Knowing that I can draw a picture of his body with my eyes closed and get EVERYTHING in the right place is a great feeling and I am grateful for him and the piece of mind his existence gives me.

I think this is all.

Dating Sites and Care Workers

2008-03-29T13:43:00.004Z

Me and Simon were discussing this on the way home and at home the other day.

What would you put down if you had to advertise yourself on a dating site?

Simon said his basic measurements (he does fancy himself a bit, that one..but then who wouldn't? He is cut from his very own cloth).

I said I'd put down my bra measurement and he said if you were putting that down you could just lie (like he wouldn't lie about his measurements?! Well, not that he would have to but then neither would I as I am unfortunately gifted in the bust region).

Anywho, I told him that most of them annoy me because people never tell the truth, I would!

I'd say something like:

"Girl (still feels strange to call myself woman) looking for a stud with blue eyes. I am a funny person because I do stupid shit that pains me but might make you laugh and if it doesn't then you're not the man for me. I'm witty at the best of times but when we argue I can get sarcastic and that will piss you off and you may want to slap me about, but be warned if you do because I shant sit back and take it, you will feel pain in the bollock area. I like getting my own way (but then anyone who says they don't are lying) and I am a master at negotiating and arguing as it is what I do for a living. I'm messy but in a controlled way, I know where all my shit is. I'd add something "quirky" about myself such as I don't like peas and if I go to bed wearing socks they will be off my feet by the morn. I like material things but I know there is more the life than a bottle of Chanel No5. I can be a bitch at times but if I like you enough you won't ever see too bad a side of me because that side barely comes out. This might sound like quite a pessimistic ad but at least I'm not shitting you :) I think I'd add something about my two all time favourite bands being The Verve (because their albums remind me of when I was a kid and summers gone by) and the Red Hot Chili Peppers (just in case John Frusciante is reading the ad..one can always dream) and I think that would be it.

Part 2:

I have so much respect for social care workers, how they can do such a selfless task is beyond me. Now I know people are going to point out that they get paid but compared to what they do for that money they should get a hell of a lot more, they should be treated as kings and queens. I could never ever do that because I am not that selfless. They should be the people who are lauded as heroes in this country, not people like David Beckham and Johnny Wilkinson, they have nothing "great", all they have done is come from nothing and become millionaires...there are tonnes of people like that and they aren't special, they haven't given society anything as important as what these care workers are doing. Gordon Brown and Darling boy should take note of all the good they do and pay them more, add THEM to the definition of key workers because that is what they do.

Sick Bitches

2008-02-28T21:50:00.002Z

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/staffordshire/7268314.stm

This sickens me, how can a woman do this to a man? In fact how can one human who loves another do this to them? Unless she stopped loving him, that would go someway to explain it.

She sat there and poisoned him and showed no remorse, that is truly heartless and I hope she rots in jail, I hope the pain that she inflicted on him is inflicted on her threefold when she is in prison.

He was her husband and she did that to him just for some insurance money, stupid cow shouldn't have run up bills she couldn't pay in the first place.

The dude can never work again, he is blind or something and depends on somebody else for everything.

I can't believe how easily she managed to practically end his life.

Ragged Trousered Valentines

2008-02-16T14:20:00.004Z

So as you readers of this blog will know I have been reading the Ragged Trousered Philanthropists for an age, I took it out of the library back in 2006 in about September. I finished it a few weeks ago and it is to date the second book that I would buy (the first is To Kill A Mockingbird) but I think that RTP has overtaken even that.

It's a funny old book because if you asked me or anyone who has read it what it was about you wouldn't get one answer that made sense, not a lot of books can do that, it encompasses everything and does so in a great way, it made me cry and and it made me laugh like a school girl (which I once was). It also shocked me to see how the world operated back then and how bastardly it was that the poor worked harder and harder and had less and less to show for it whereas the rich (their bosses) did less and less and got more and more. I'm going to buy it from Amazon and for once I shan't by the cheapest version.

I think that will be the one book that I will force my children to read, that will be the only thing they will be be forced to do and if I don't make any kids read it before I die I won't be happy.

I'm listening to Old Yellow Bricks by the Arctics at the moment and I can't concentrate on what I'm typing. I've got a sort of runny nose and I feel a bit like those bears you get with the goggly eyes. Also, I've read the RTP and now I seem to dislike any book that I read, this happened to me after reading The Time Travellers Wife but then I found this book, I don't think I will ever find a book as good my RTP so that has upset me a bit.

Also, Valentines has passed and I got no roses simply because I don't see the point in getting flowers on one day of the year, I saw tonnes of idiots rushing home on Thursday with their overpriced flowers, I would hate for my man to be that stupid. I'm not anti romance, just anti-paying more for shit than you have to. I did my overtime and we went to Fridays, it was nice because I managed to up my wine tolerance to five glasses (coming on a whole two after graduation) which is great and the food was nice. We took a stroll which was also nice, eyed up the London night sky and then we went home.

I woke up OK for work on Friday and I could see the same men as I saw on Thursday looking very miserable. I don't understand how giving a woman something super nice on one day is meant to convince her that you love her more than you normally do, you could give me the world on Valentines Day and then leave me the day after or you could give me nothing apart from the security of you being there in the morning (and if you can give me both then the more the better..kidding!)

I saw a very expensive handbag that I wanted and I got it bought for me, result!

I think that is all to report for now apart from the fact that the work at work is slowly killing me and I think I might turn to drink. Tis a hard life as a lawyerbird I tells thee.

The other day I saw a Muslim girl outside the station in full Muslim gear having a cheeky smoke, she had her back turned to the street and was trying to conceal it, what I don't get is, if you're that ashamed of doing it, give it up and don't give me the rubbish of it being hard because nothing is hard if you want it bad enough.

I wonder if she lives with her parents and if she can look them in they eye when they go to pray seeing as smoking is one of the haraam'est things you can do.

Woohoo! Just done a spell check and I have made NO mitakes..er..misstakes..er..mistakes!

Strange Eating Habits

2008-01-17T13:47:00.000Z

I saw this programme on TV the other day, I think it was last Friday.

It was on Channel 4 and it came after the news so it was one of those new producery things.

It was about people who ate only raw food, nothing was cooked at all.

One woman even drank her own piss, it was disgusting, the body must get rid of it for a reason, why are you taking it back in again? Water doesn't cost a lot! Then she had a filtration system which filtered her water (obviously) but it was a mammoth of a thing, I've got a water filter and it's a small jug dealy. She was complaining about London tap water having far too much coke in it, well I'd say that's a good thing, forget paying for it, just take some water.

There were a few people on this programme but I only remember three/four.

One was the woman mentioned above, another was a couple, one was a single mum with three kids.

The funny thing was how patronising the man was, he was acting as if he had been mother nature's son since he was born but he only started eating raw stuff a year or so ago. Him and his wife invited people over to show them how to start eating good food and the people were having none of it. The funny thing is, the dude said we eat no warm food but he was warming up a lasagne on some heater thing, isn't that a bit hypocritical? He was going on about saying how warming food up kills the goodness in it and a dinner guest he had raised the point that people had eaten stodge and lived up to 80 or above and he got a bit annoyed. I don't like that, if you want to live your life that way then fine, but don't look down on those of us who aren't weirdos (hah!).

The woman with the coke water had some device attached to her body that took all the bad vibes out of her, how stupid, you can't get something like that, she had been truly brainwashed. Also, she was so keen on being very very very healthy but she went bike riding in London without something covering her mouth, does she know how many pollutants there are in the London air? Maybe she is too busy attending her "Raw food is God" seminars to realise that there are other evils in the world.

The woman who had the two kids was a bit strange too but she was the most sensible out of them all, she didn't let her kids have warm food or too many fruits, fruits were their treat but she DID have a microwave in her house even though she said she had been eating raw foods for 15 years.

The Post Xmas and New Year Slump

2008-01-07T11:19:00.000Z

I never understood until today why this time of the year is so depressing.

Well I say today, I mean last Friday. I went to stay at my cousin's house for the first week of the new year and only when we were driving back home did we realise how bleak and grey January really was. I think it is one of the worst times to be alone, I was surrounded by people I loved on that journey home and even I felt a twinge of depression.

It's funny and equally sad how quickly people go back into normal mode after Christmas, two weeks ago it was Christmas Eve and there was definitely something festive and cheery in the atmos, now two weeks later everyone is back to normal.

It took me 23 years to realise why this time of year is so depressing, the "excitement" of Christmas (which for adults means stuffing your face and getting pissed as a fart) has well and truly gone and we are left with nothing to look forward to where the whole country can bunk off collectively. Sure you get birthdays and parties but it feels different because you can't share your antics with people. It sounds strange but even people on the tube are nicer around Xmas time and I am sure that pushing and shoving is down by about 40%.

I'm back at work today and I feel so depressed man, even though it is kinda sunny outside (it is still freezing mind) and the husband isn't too far away either. I'm just thinking, if I feel this depressed, how must the children feel? But then when I was a kid I never ever got a January slump, we were back to school showing off our new toys that we got for Xmas.

I feel depressed even though my life is peachy by standards, I have the sexiest husband in the world, I have a decent job, I have no Xmas debt and things are looking up on the promotion front but still I feel a twinge of sadness (it's probably because I know I can't bunk off work early and use Xmas shopping as an excuse).

Is this sense of depression what the shepherds envisioned when they saw the stars in the sky?

Man, roll on summer! Though it seems like it was only here a few months ago, which it was..I sometimes wish that there were more seasons in the year.

The Not So Comprehensive List of My Main Men

2008-01-05T17:35:00.002Z

These aren't in any order they're just scribbled down the way they come to my head. The main men are those who are fucking gorgeous, those who make me laugh, those who are intelligent and those who are good at what they do.

Simon
Freddie Ljungberg
Genarro Gattuso
Jon Snow
Paul Weller
Ade Edmondson
Rik Mayall
Frankie Boyle
Russell Howard
Jeremy Paxman
James May
John Frusciante
Stephen Fry
Hugh Laurie
Rowan Atkinson
Bill Bailey
Mark Lamarr
Tony Robinson
John Prescott
Phil Jupitus
Jason Manford
Hugh Laurie
Alan Carr

Yeah, I think that is it for now.

The funniest programme in the world

2007-12-14T14:42:00.000Z

I wanted to embed this but I couldn't so I'm just pasting the link.

I LOVE the stair scene in this and I implore you all to watch it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O5LxZ0zTx0s

Rinse cycle

2007-12-12T23:10:00.000Z

I've had my current washing machine for a while now but I never ever figured out how to just put the clothes on rinse after having washed them, I always thought you had to just super rinse them once you had finishing washing.

Recently, I've had a lot of washing to do, mainly because I was lazy this weekend gone and thus have three weeks backlog of Simon's stuff to wash (tis a glamorous life).

I've been really busy at work this week but today I made the resolution that I would wash all his clothes that he had worn in America so I got home from work, got into my pj's and wacked all his clothes into the washing machine. The only problem with this was the fact that he had a lot of clothes as he went to work, wore clothes around the hotel and then also went out, this adds up to a maximum of three changes a day as he sleeps in his boxers (God bless that body of his..man, the fun a girl can have..).

The washing machine can only take 6kg washes at a time and I've never measured how many clothes this is although an indicator is given in the manual (which by the way, is really crap as I figured out everything this machine does by myself). I know roughly how much you can put in there and I normally stick to it but today was no normal day as I had a mission.

So, I chucked all his clothes in the machine, struggled with the machine door, put in the fabric softner (concentrate..very conscious of our carbon footprint are we) and the Persil and whacked the door shut.

One hour and 32 minutes later (extra time for the super rinse, normally tis one hour 23) the clothes are ready to come out. I'm waiting there with my washing basket so I can hang them out in the conservatory area (they will dry because of how cold it is outside) and the clothes come out soaking wet. Well, that's a lie actually, the clothes nearest the front were closest to being freshly washed and rinsed, the middle bunch were wet and the poor sods at the back were soaking..and to top it off, a pair of my kecks had lodged themselves in the plastic/rubber tubing you get at the front of the machine. That reminds me, that isn't the first time that has happened, once the machine jammed and when the repairman came around he found a pair of my pants clogging up the pipe which is funny because my pants aren't even that big. What was even funnier was the fact that I wasn't home when he called, Simon was. I was laughing about that for months after, Simon went red in the face when handed the pants and negated to tell the dude that he actually had a wife who lived in the house and wore women's pants (as one would do). I doubt the dude would have believed him though as for some reason, that whole batch of washing contained my unmentionables and Simon's clothes..no other women's clothing. I think I might get one of those bags you can put in your washing machine and just chuck the kecks in there so they don't get lost..but I worry that might not clean them properly. I could wash by hand but that takes too long and I don't have that much time. I only wash the ones you are meant to wash, the super super super super super expensive, keep for a special occasion pairs.

Anyway, as usual I digress. The clothes were wet and I wasn't happy so I fiddled with a few buttons and pressed one shaped like an arrow which had a little light next to it and some symbols. When it was on (what I assume was) the rinse button (the light next to the symbol came on) I decided to try my luck. How did I know this was the rinse button? Well, I thought a rinse wouldn't take long and when I had the light on my newly found rinse button, a number came up on the screen..16 (I found out later that this was a very high number as you can do a normal load in about 12), the other buttons produced much bigger numbers (some even going back into the hours!) so I knew that I had found the baby.

The clothes were rinsed on the highest spin cycle setting (once I'd done a test batch on a lower setting) and they came out super dry.

I was so impressed with myself that I phoned my Mum to tell her that I'd cracked the old rinse mystery and now I have to go show her how to do it.

I've always wanted to know how to do the rinsing because I hate going out in the winter to hang my washing up but now I can just put it on super rinse and most of the stuff comes out pretty dry. It's better than putting it in a dryer too as the washing machine doesn't shrink stuff.

God, I'm fast becoming the domestic goddess I loathed as a child and that my mother wished I would one day become.

That man who went missing and then came back

2007-12-06T22:40:00.000Z

I've been meaning to blog about this for a few days now but time always got the better of me.

Of course this story is developing by the day so had I blogged it up when I first heard of it I would have simply mentioned how fantastic it was that the dude turned up after years of being missing.

Anyway, as the story progresses so does my opinion and so do the conspiracy theories flying around the office.

The first thing I'd like to talk about is how amazing it would have been for a man to go missing as long ago as he did and then suddenly turn up. I picked holes in his "story" straight away, if you've been missing as long as he has and thus forgotten everything, how do you know to go to a police station and say you're missing? How do you know that's where you go if you're a missing person? I don't even think there is a protocol if you're a missing person, don't you just go home? If you don't want to attract attention to yourself, that's what you would do. Seems to me that he wanted to be found out. Also, people may argue that he couldn't remember where his children lived/they may have moved since he went missing but I still find holes in his story.

He also says that he has no recollection of what he has been doing for the past 6? years, he must remember something as he looks perfectly fine and dandy in that picture of him and his wife, how do you sustain yourself for that long if you have no memory of what you're doing? Also, I've just moved this keyboard onto the top shelf of my desk as it's making far too much noise on the roll out shelf and I must admit that I am typing a lot faster than before as I am no longer worried about the noise.

Anyway, back to the man in question. I was a bit confused when the police arrested him but then I sloooooooowly figured it out, if he had life insurance and had claimed on it and then turned up alive, that is fraud..maybe he will be one of the first known cases (i.e. in the appellate courts) tested under the new Fraud Act..has taken about a year but we may have one. That's pretty cheeky of him to do that..but still, WHY COME BACK?

Also, how evil must the husband and the wife be? To let two children believe that their father is dead when he is sunning himself in Panama? Even today on the BBC website the mother was claiming that the photo was in fact a real one and that she had lied to her children, what kind of mother does that?

Don't you think tis a coincidence that the father came back only a few weeks after the mother bought a house in Panama?

I wonder what is truly going on here..I was really confused so I told my mum and she has a lot of sense, sometimes I don't give her as much credit as she deserves but she can be a right brainbox when needs be (this is how she is like Grandad from Only Fools). She thinks that the husband and wife wanted to go and live in Panama because of how beautiful the island is and because of the tax benefits. Then I realised why they would pull this elaborate scam..it all made sense. They wanted to go and live in Panama but didn't have enough money for a comfortable lifestyle so they pretend to kill the Dad/husband so that the "wife" could get the insurance money and live it up in Panama.

But then hold on a minute, if this was always the plan then why did she only move out there a few weeks ago? The wife has said that it is her and her husband in teh picture but then can we really take what she says as gospel? A woman who knows her husband is alive but still takes the insurance money isn't going to be the most honest person in the world now is she?

Also, another confusion..why wait until now to come forward? Why not come forward sooner or never?

What kind of parent lies to their child about the death of their spouse?

Something fishy is going on here and I for one can't wait until the deception is properly uncovered. There are so many parts of the story that don't fit or don't make sense..At the moment, I'm going with my mum's theory re. the new life in Panama, tis the only one that fits the situation the best.

Monday Afternoon Randomness

2007-12-03T12:22:00.000Z

So it's the start of another working week. I'm back home this week as Simon comes home on Saturday and Heathrow is closer to here than to my house.

Anyway, I've got a lot to say today methinks but I'm not really sure.

On Saturday me and Akash went to some finance lecture thingy and then we went off to find AD, the amazing thing is, we, well I saw a girl with a bag from that shop and I TOLD Aykash to follow her but would he? No.

We bumbled around went to two Lush stores (one gave me a sweet, one didnae..gits), off to Muji where I was amazed by the wooden dinosaurs, they should have had a wooden snake, I could just hear the double entendres sliding around in my head for that one. Try as we did we couldn't find AD, shall have to Google it up.

Got some magazine from the finance fayre (is that the right spelling?) which had the dude who started Wikipedia in it, I salue that man, Wiki is the first port of call for ANYONE.

Three-ish weeks left til Xmas and the shoppers are out in force, I'm doing all my shopping online, there are only 4 people who are getting gifts which I have had to go out and get and they know who they are..those lucky cunts are worth my time and pedometre mileage AND they are getting more than one present too.

I'm listening to The Masterplan by Oasis and do you think we are all part of a master plan? Do we all play the role we have in life because it leads us to greatness or others to greatness? I don't really agree with that, you make your own way..you can come from the crappest circumstances and become everything you wanted, I think that having a bad/poor background helps as you strive to never have that kind of life yourself whereas if you're born into luxury you get used to it and you haven't suffered the worst.

Anyway, Saturday was a great day, went shopping in the morn and to that finance lecture and then came home, ate, then went out dancing the night away.

What also makes me laugh is when people only read books that have won prizes because it makes them look like they have their finger firmly placed on the literary pulse. These are the people who muddle through even when a book is shit. Read what you want to read..also people who only read classics because it makes them look refined and educated..WHY?! I've only read two "classic" texts which I loved..The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists (which I am still reading more than a year on) and Therese Racquin (I think that's how you spell it) by Emile Zola. Apart from that I read whatever I might find interesting.

Also, in Roll With It, the Gallaghers say that you should "Say what you say, don't let anybody get in your way"..I think that's the motto of my life along with "God gave you a mouth..use it!"

The Religious Christmas

2007-11-28T22:57:00.000Z

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/in_pictures/7116728.stm

These gifts are fantastic, it's great that a religious outfit can poke fun at themselves like this and know that it is all in goodwill, I can't see certain other religions doing stuff like this and NO I don't mean Islam alone.

My favourite is the Bible with the drink hole in it, I have a book like that, it was given to me by my uncle when I was about 11ish, it is an actual science book with the pages cut out so you can store stuff in there and nobody knows! I must try and find it again.

My body feels young but my mind is very young

2007-11-25T23:17:00.001Z

I've been buying a lot of electrical stuff recently, got this computer and an epilator and a third thing that I can't remember.

The keyboard does as it wishes, the space bar doesn't always co-operate as I'm not used to pushing a skinny.

Simon is in America and is there for two more weeks.

I miss him too much, it's like a part of me is missing, I can't seem to function as I normally do, everyone has noticed it in me, it's not good.

I feel to cry out because I have no sounding off board..HURRY UP AND GET BACK HOME YOU!

This is all for now.

Do this!

2007-11-22T23:13:00.001Z

When you're bored at work, do this.

http://www.freerice.com/index.php

You get something out of it as do other people.

We at the office have been playing it all day, I got up pretty high.

Bad or what.

Pics..

2007-11-21T15:33:00.001Z

What your blog should say

2007-11-21T15:21:00.000Z

I have just read an article on the MSN homepage about what your blog should be like.

Seems kinda stupid if you ask me as they go on giving you a million tips re. how to make it more interesting and easier for people to read. You're told that you shouldn't lie as it dents your credibility and you shouldn't preach to people..then you're told at the end that you should just be you, it should be your space to vent.

What if you're a pathological liar? Being yourself you would have to lie and lie.

The article got me thinking, what is my blog about?

It's not a niche market as I assume there are a million desi girls who ramble and blog it up too, mine is exactly that, ramblings from the mind of a desi girl. I type what comes out and I never go back and edit stuff, overediting something that comes from the heart is pointless, how does it come from the heart if you keep going back to change it?

On the camera front, I have decided to buy a Canon camera as they are better. This is the one I shall be buying:

I've learnt a lot more about my camera recently (stuff such as the ISO, shutter speed etc..) and I feel more confident with my shots now.

I will post a few up later (read..a million) just so others can see if they look decent or not.

This is it for this post, the pics will be up soon.

Awww...

2007-11-21T14:44:00.000Z

This made me giggle

Wii beats cards at home for elderly

Residents at an old people's home in Lincoln have decided that they no longer want to miss out on the fun 21st century technology offers.
Now, thanks to a group of students, they have invested in a Nintendo Wii.
And it has proved more popular than dominoes, Scrabble and cards. Some residents at Ermine House have taken up virtual golf and tennis, sports they must have thought they could never play again.
There is even time to sharpen up their bowls skills before they attend the local centre to play against other homes.
Resident Peter Taylor, 84, of Lincoln, said: "It beats dominoes.
"In the afternoons people are usually asleep. But once you know how to do it and what to do, it's great."
Tracy Turfrey, 48, manageress at Ermine House, said there were plans to set up a virtual bowls tournament between other homes.
She said: "It's proved very popular. Two of the chaps have learned how to play it while the others have watched in amazement. It's that little bit different. I think it is something they would have liked to play when they were younger and had kids. It's something they could have had fun with."
The Wii and games were bought with Â£400 raised by first-year social work and nursing students at the University of Lincoln, who held a three-leg race as part of their coursework.
Coral Sirdifield, research assistant at the University of Lincoln, said: "The students have gained a great sense of achievement as well as skills from the activity. It is great to see students engaging with the community in this way."

Desi Festivities

2007-11-14T19:46:00.000Z

So my Grandmother has a religious thing at the Gurdwara this weekend.

Even though it is a religious thing, this won't stop the desi women going from getting new outfits, makeup and hairstyles in.

I've decided that I'm going to wear all old stuff and I haven't given into majority influence and bought a new outfit.

I'm not spending 60 odd English pounds on some material that will only be worn once..no thank you.

Anywho, tis Wednesday today and the beautification process is starting, I have to do only two things..get my legs waxed and my eyebrows threaded.

You'd understand about the eyebrows as they will be on show, I have never understood why you have to shave your legs..firstly, they're going to be covered and secondly it's a religious place, nobody should be trying to letch on anybody.

Also, it's a three day thing but you have to change your outfit twice on the Saturday as most people visit in the evening. Great! I'm wearing three outfits, one black, two turquoise..Friday I am at work (yay!) so I can't go then.

Ahh..to be a desi.

The Mafia Code

2007-11-12T14:48:00.000Z

This made me laugh..

Mafia's 'Ten Commandments' found Italian police have found what they say is a "Ten Commandments"-style code of behaviour for Mafia members, at the hideout of a captured Mafia boss.
Prohibitions include frequenting bars and looking at friends' wives, while members are urged to treat their own wives with respect.
The list was found during the arrest of Salvatore Lo Piccolo, the reputed new boss of the Sicilian Mafia.
It is thought to have been drawn up as a "guide to being a good mobster".
Other activites apparently beyond the pale for Mafiosi are being friends with the police, being late for appointments and "appropriating money if it belongs to other Mafia members or to other families".

Childbirth
The document makes clear that people with police or informers in their family cannot become members of the Mob.
And although mobsters' wives must be respected, they should not expect much support during childbirth: the rules state that "always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty - even if your wife's about to give birth".
The decalogue was discovered along with a large number of other coded documents in a house near Palermo where Mr Lo Piccolo was apprehended after spending more than two decades on the run from police.
Investigators say that the documents - including the Ten Commandments - will give them an insight into how the Mafia operates.
The papers also reveal details of companies with Mafia connections and information about the hierarchy within the organisation.

The Mafia's "Ten Commandments"
The original Ten Commandments
1. No-one can present himself directly to another of our friends. There must be a third person to do it.
1. Thou shalt have no other gods before me
2. Never look at the wives of friends.
2. Thou shalt not make for thyself an idol
3. Never be seen with cops.
3. Thou shalt not make wrongful use of the name of thy God
4. Don't go to pubs and clubs.
4. Remember the Sabbath and keep it holy
5. Always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty - even if your wife's about to give birth.
5. Honor thy Father and Mother
6. Appointments must absolutely be respected.
6. Thou shalt not murder
7. Wives must be treated with respect.
7. Thou shalt not commit adultery
8. When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.
8. Thou shalt not steal
9. Money cannot be appropriated if it belongs to others or to other families.
9. Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor
10. People who can't be part of Cosa Nostra: anyone who has a close relative in the police, anyone with a two-timing relative in the family, anyone who behaves badly and doesn't hold to moral values.
10. Thou shalt not covet

Changes

2007-11-11T15:18:00.000Z

I'm making some lifestyle changes because I don't currently like the way I look.

These changes will take about six months but I am giving myself a year.

After this time I will maintain what I have worked hard to achieve and it won't bother me again.

I have done it once before and thus can certainly do it again now that I have me some motivation.

I currently have a cold and it's super annoying. I want to go out and do stuff but I can't because I can barely breathe. I got me that Vicks Inhaler but everytime I take it, I feel like I've just chased the dragon as it feels as if the insides of my nose are melting..tis a strange feeling.

I'm nearer to choosing what camera I want too..I don't think I need 12 megapixels..I will get a 8 megapixel camera with a high ISO..I finally know what that means.

Names

2007-11-07T12:09:00.000Z

Isn't it funny how some names stick?

I was reading Home by Julie Myerson the other day and she mentioned a pink house and how it never had any other name.

This got me to thinking, in my Grandmother's house she had a side room within which was placed her sewing machine. I have lived in that house for about 7 ish years and that room had always housed the machine.

Now to most people this was simply a side room but only those in our family call it by its true name, the machine room.

My grandparents have had that house since 1980 and the machine has always been in that one room, had they placed it somewhere else, what would we have called the room?

Everyone knows that that room is the machine room, as soon as someone mentions the word machine room I see myself as a little kid playing on the computer (which had tapes instead of CD's) whilst watching my mother sew. It conjures up a lot of memories for me, my aunt coming home from work and eating her City sandwiches whilst we measured up her wedding outfit.

They also have an extension on that house, it is a conservatory but we call it the glassroom because you can see out of it on all sides. This too evokes many a memory, it was here that my grandmother got bitten on the stomach by a wayward bumblebee, it was here that me and my cousins first played foosball.

Eye pain/Warehouse Sale/Kid's Party

2007-11-02T13:12:00.000Z

So I woke up this morning and my eye was killing me, it really pains and thus I can't wear any makeup as it looks dumb on one eye and not the other and I'm not the vain kinda person who will go blind in a naive attempt to look good.

Anyway, my favourite pants store is having a warehouse sale..the warehouse is in my hometown and thus I am going, the only problem is..I have a kid's party to attend, I think it starts at 2. Now, I live in Mayfair which is London, London..I'm going to have to trek all the way to the Gerrard's Cross, where mes parents live, fetch mi madre and then drive to brown West London. The sale starts at 10 a.m, this means I can't get drunk tonight or go out as I won't wake up and I have to be in tiptop format when buying pants. I've never been to a warehouse sale before, I wonder what it's like? All I'm excited about is the fact that the stuff is cheap :D. Anywho, after shopping I shall have to go back to mes parents house, pick up the husband and then go to Essex..that's going to be fun. I'm so greedy and selfish that the only thing I'm worried about is getting some decent undies and enough sleep..I may have to go twice.

Man, why does everything have to come at once?! It could have been next weekend when I am actually free but oh no!

Anywho, I hope the sale tis good..the prices quoted in the paper make it look good and going by the sale pricing (one uniform price) I don't think the warehouse sale will disappoint..I'm like a kid in a sweet shop. They have never ever had a warehouse clearance before.

Must raid the savings/steal the husband's credit card as I have no monais of my own.

Don't judge a book by it's cover

2007-10-22T22:18:00.000+01:00

When I was at school, I had a friend, for the purpose of this story I shall call her Sarah (the addiction to comma's is still there, as I am sure you can tell by my flagrant disregard for the proper rules of grammar as shown in these three-ish lines..that's another thing, why is it that when I'm writing stuff here, it comes out as more/less lines than when it gets posted? Makes me look super dumb!)

Anywho, Sarah (who by the way, is desi) was one of the best friends I ever had.

Let me explain something, desi girls (whilst at this young stage) have this thing about being book smart etc.. and any girl who doesn't show an interest in books is seen to be a slag/slut/whore who will amount to nothing.

Now Sarah never paid much attention at school, she was too interested in talking about fashion and boys. Despite this, Sarah still got top grades, even though the swotty desi girls in my year didn't like her (one girl, whose mother my mother absolutely loved despised her).

I was an ugly duckling whilst I was at school (come to think of it, I am still waiting for the swan emergence people!) and she was a great friend to me...now many people think that a girl that interested in makeup and boys would pay me no mind but she was a fucking excellent friend.

The aforementioned mother of a friend saw me out with Sarah once and reported it at once to my mother, as if it was a crime to have a mate who didn't pay attention at school.

Anywho, Sarah ran away from school with another girl with whom she was very good mates. Numerous stories went around about what happened and the aforementioned mate (the one mi madre knew) told my mum how Sarah was always out smoking and chatting up the boys. Stupid cow. Thankfully, my mother isn't an idiot and she didn't believe it.

Sarah came back after a week and all was well.

We got our GCSE results and Sarah went to college.

I never saw her or heard from her again.

I made new friends in sixth form and they were "perfect" desi girls, no smoking, no drinking..jus work..proper wholesome girls.

We had a falling out (which I maintain to this day was not my fault and individual adjudicators will agree..I've asked them).

I left school in 2000, so I hadn't heard from Sarah in 7 years.

I decided to open a Facebook account and get in touch with people from school.

Sarah was on Facebook.

She has totally not changed AT ALL, she is still the same warm and loving person that she was in school, we have agreed to meet up and I can't fucking wait.

It is funny how the girls who look uberly bitchy are always the nicest ones underneath, and the ones who look nice are the ones who stab you in the back for no reason.

Imagine

2007-10-16T14:23:00.000+01:00

if you only had one bumcheek

i.e. that was the standard issue, nobody had two..it was one huge cheek going from one side of your hips to the other.

This has been the office discussion this morning.

I think one would be great, simply because there would be no need for thongs, unless you wanted to wear it on the side so it would be on your hip/leg.

But, would it be as comfy as having two? Two are great because they share the burden of your body, would one be up to the job?

It is currently being debated, along with a mixture of human rights issues, medical law and Ogden Tables (that's one for you actuaries out there).

The result shall be recorded in due time.

Cardio/Hate

2007-10-15T13:26:00.000+01:00

I am restarting cardio today and not stopping until Xmas.

Is that 8 weeks?

It's not, is it?

Rolf, my maths is that shit.

Anyway, got me a pair of graduation trousers so I can get pissed in style.

Also, today is the last day for my discount haircut but I shall try and book it in for next week.

I should also start my three stage skincare routine again.

Now to the matter at hand.

Could you hate someone who wasn't there for you? Even though that person had NO WAY of knowing what was going on? This is what happened to me and I don't understand it as the person who stopped talking to me was just the middleman.

Oh well, shall have to discuss it a bit avec mes mate and see what he says.

Musings

2007-10-11T12:01:00.000+01:00

I don't really have much to talk about today, in fact, I am only writing this because I am uber bored at home.

I read some bits of my blog the other day and realised that I sound like I am full of hate and that I am exactly what I hate people being (full of themselves). If you choose to think this, this is your own choice but I shant change. I should go on a bit here about how rich I am and how many cars I have, but I shant (for I have no monies and I ride the bus..har har).

Also, to one ardent reader of my blog I would like to say whassup gangstuh? Yeah, you know who you are bruvizzle.

Er..yeah, back to my redeeming qualities, I am fucking great..the ardent reader of the blog mentioned above will vouch for that, as will many other people. I need to get shit off my chest and this just happens to be where it gets off there, plus it is easier to write stuff out than it is to explain stuff on a TGI Friday's napkin with your mates "borrowed" pen.

This is all.

The Game

2007-10-02T17:44:00.001+01:00

So, you don't fancy playing it today?

I know why, for once I am looking on point.

Here's my personal list:

Shoes: £385
Trousers: £78
Belt: £46
Shirt: £50
Coat: £720

Haha, thank you very much Mr "my suit cost £300". Today I don't care, don't ask tomorrow though.

And we aren't including pants.

Just so you know, I can pull out the stops too..it happens in the winter only, mind.

Russell Howard

2007-09-30T21:47:00.001+01:00

I am going to see "Shaggy Take Two" at the Beck Theatre very very soon.

Ahh, I have such fond memories of that theatre, I watched my first Indian film there and it was the subject of many school projects and trips.

I havenae seen it for ages, will be strange going back to the old country, the "ghetto" from which I came.

Plus, tis pretty cheap seeing him..15 quid! BAR-GAIN!

I shall try getting a pik-cha with him.

Twas by pure chance that I found out he was performing "near" us, my brother was looking at his website and it was on there..wahey!

This is all.

Cleanse, Tone, Moisturise

2007-09-23T13:15:00.000+01:00

So I used to do this religiously when I was younger.

Granted, it was twice a week on a Sunday and Saturday morning but I always did it, without fail.

On a side note I think I am slowly becoming addicted to commas, I put them in everywhere, as you can see I have already used FOUR in four lines, this must stop.

Oh, make that six.

Funny how I am only grammatically loose with comma's and not any other grammatical invention. Imagine. If. I. Put. Full. Stops. In. Everywhere.

Anywho, back to the cleansing.

I did it all the time and I never saw any results, this was when i was about 14ish.

Come my 15th birthday I got a job and thus had to stop.

Since then I did it on the odd occasion until just this past week when I read that the skin slows down when you hit 25, I panicked and realised I only had 1.5 years left of good natural skin.

So, since about Wednesday, I have been cleansing and moisturising twice a day.

I normally moisturise and exfoliate in the morning but now I do it in the evening too and I have added toning with a PROPER toner.

I haven't yet started using dermalogica but I will do when this current Body Shop bottle runs out (twas an "impulse" buy during lunch and the Body Shop was the closest shop, I didn't fancy spending a bomb in L'Occitane and then finding that the cleanser was crap).

My skin now feels remarkably smoother and softer after only three days, but I can't put on night moisturiser all the time as my skin gets greasy, I may have to invest in one for greasy skin, even though I only get the greasies on the T Zone.

Anywho, the husb has suggested that I abandon the "keep your skin young" approach due to the post below.

I shan't though as I love how my skin feels now, I must cleanse for this morn however and moisturise up.

Football is on soon.

Got any ID?

2007-09-22T23:26:00.000+01:00

So Soominder is suffering with a sore throat.

I had to get him some Strepsils and some sweets yesterday from Sainsburys.

I wandered on in with only the money, my discount card and my Nectar card.

Found the goods and headed for the checkout, it was pretty busy considering it was a Friday evening.

Anywho, got to the checkout and the lady behind the counter asked me for ID.

I am not 18, nor am I 19. I am a 23 year old married woman.

I had no ID and she wouldn't sell me the Strepsils as I needed some form of ID.

She was very apologetic so I wasn't mad, just slightly embarassed.

Anywho, I was pretty surprised that 1)you need ID for medicine and 2)she wouldn't believe that I was over 18.

Granted, I was wearing jeans and a hoody but even still, I don't look that young do I?

I evidently must as this isn't the first time it happened.

I told her that I was 23 years old and after asking me what makeup range I used, she let me go.

Ain't no tricks here bay-bee, I do nothing special..I am just perfick.

Anywho, I made it out to the car where the husb was waiting, I gave him the sweets and told him the palava re. the Strepsils.

He went on in, SANS ID and was served.

How is that fair?

Seriously, TWENTY THREE!

Gayness.

We have two reciepts, one timed at 6.57 p.m and one timed at 7.08 p.m.

I made sure she put her refusal in the refusal's book as that is the procedure there (I, of course, would know..not because I have been refused it before, but because I too was employed by the man when I was under age...which, according to them, could have been yesterday).

Double U, Tee, Eff

2007-09-19T13:16:00.000+01:00

Life for murder plot grandmother

A grandmother who ordered the so-called "honour killing" of her daughter-in-law has been jailed for life.
Bachan Athwal and her son Sukhdave, 43, arranged the murder of Surjit Athwal, 27, who vanished during a trip to India in 1998, the Old Bailey heard.
Bachan, 70, and her son, both of Hayes, west London, were found guilty of murder in July.
Bachan must serve at least 20 years in jail and her son was jailed for a minimum of 27 years.
Judge Giles Forrester told them: "The pair of you decided that the so-called honour of your family members was worth more than the life of this young woman.
"You, Bachan, were head of that family. I have no doubt you exercised a controlling influence over other family members."
Victim had affair
During the trial jurors heard Surjit, who was originally from Coventry, vanished "off the surface of the earth" after attending a family wedding in Punjab with her mother-in-law, almost nine years ago.
Prosecutors claimed Bachan, who has 16 grandchildren, ordered Surjit's death at a family meeting after finding out she had been having an affair and wanted a divorce.
Bachan vowed a divorce would could only take place "over my dead body".
Jurors heard Bachan had boasted that she had got rid of Surjit by getting a relative to strangle her and throw her body into a river.
It was years later that frightened relatives went to police, giving them the evidence they needed to charge Bachan and her son.
Speaking after the sentencing Surjit's brother said the conviction and sentencing has been "a long time coming".
"Surjit's murderers have finally been punished after escaping justice for eight-and-a-half years."
Public inquiry call
He said the investigation had broken through "lies and official lapses which have obscured Surjit's murder for so long".
While praising detectives he said "the long journey of Surjit's case has exposed serious inadequacies in policing practise and government policy in the UK as well as in India where Surjit was murdered".
He called for a public inquiry into his sister's death and that of Banaz Mahmod whose father and brother were found guilty in June of her murder.
Det Ch Insp Clive Driscoll, who led the case, said the sentencing marked the end of a long road.
He said: "We have worked closely with Surjit's family, the defendant's extended family and the Sikh community to secure this conviction.
"For Surjit's family and friends, the pain of losing her in such a cruel way will continue, but I hope they are comforted by the fact that her killers are now behind bars."

This is the stupidest thing I ever heard.

How are you going to come to another country and then punish "your" kids for acting the way the people in the new country act? How can you tell them to behave the way you behaved back home when they haven't been there?

Also, this woman had taken Amrit and thus had to be totally free of sin etc..and she is a murderer..another thing I don't understand, getting a divorce is shameful yet murdering someone is not? In this day and age divorce is commonplace, even amongst us brownies and people STILL think that murder is the order of the day.

Also, this is yet another incident of a boy being totally mothered, Punjabi boys (I can't speak for Hindi ones) are totally mothered, EVERYTHING THAT NEEDS TO BE DONE FOR THE BOY IS DONE BY HIS MOTHER/SISTER/SOME FEMALE. It is instilled in him that he need never lift a finger as everything will be done for him..that happened here and as a result he didn't grow a pair and tell him mum to fuck off when he could have sorted something out himself. STOP MOTHERING YOUR KIDS WHEN THEY PASS THE AGE OF 18. My mum tried it with my brother but I stopped her, my dad was mothered but my mum made him grow a pair and he gets on fine on his own now. I know of guys who are 40 plus and they cannot use a microwave or a cooker and it is not because they are dumb (two of them are doctors..ha ha, no surprises there and one is an investment banker) it is because they have always had someone there to do it for them.

Plus, "apparently" the girl they killed lived a western lifestyle, she smoke, she drank and she cut her hair. I do all three of these things (well, not so much puffing as it stinks but if I did, my parents wouldn't murder me). They knew this when he married her and then decided it wasn't good enough.

This story really makes my blood boil, how the fuck is killing someone more honourable than giving them a divorce? I know exactly why they think this way because they are afflicted with that Punjabi/Sikh disease of "What will society think?"

Fuck society man, why the hell does it matter so much what they think of you? Does society do anything for you? We are getting more and more secularised as every day passes..we don't need to lean on society anymore. Does society pay our bills? No. Does society have to live with the beats that we endure? No.

If society shut its mouth and actually lived the life of a beaten and abused woman for ONE day they would realise that it is far easier to judge someone that it is to live the lifestyle that they are trying to escape from.

I realise it sounds like I am going a bit mad but bare with me, the rants get better.

Ring Ceremonies and People You Know AND hair

2007-09-16T11:08:00.000+01:00

The title could read slightly differently had I put a comma in someplace, I shall let you figure out where (though, in all honesty, it's not that hard to figure out).

So today me et Soom have to go to a "ring ceremony" which is simply an engagement party but I suppose some Punjabi folk need a way to justify having a drink and a dance.

My parents were meant to go but are too lazy (their words) and thus, the gauntlet has been thrown down to me and I had to accept due to the fact that I am the only child in this country at the moment.

Anywho, why can't they just call it an engagement party? Me and Simon discussed this all the way home and realised it must be because it enables the fresh folk to realise what the party is for, though I don't see the point of that, it's not like they have to take a gift, all they do is go, eat, drink and be merry.

We have decided that we aren't going either as I need to put shoes into boxes and plus I just generally feel lazy. I should admit the real reason, we spent most of last night drinking and chatting shit (reminds me of when we were 17, well me 17 and him 18).

Despite this, I have straightened ALL of my hair..I should take some time out to explain my marvellous hair cut (Laura at Kevin Joseph is a genius, as I said before). There are many layers of my hair thanks to my stylist and although my hair is curly, they come out excellent whether I leave it in it's natural state or if I straighten it. I can straighten the top layers and tie the rest back so it looks like I have a bob, I did this yesterday. I can also straighten the top layers and two "pieces" of longer hair so I have yet another different hairstyle (a bob with two graduated bits). Anywho, my hair is growing like mad, it is already up to my bra strap..again! Its great because I essentially have two haircuts in one and when they are blended together, nobody can tell.

Anywho, that is enough about hair for today.

The next sermon is about people you know who are funny. I don't mean funny as in Russell Howard funny (he is hi-larious), I mean funny as in strange.

I used to go to an all girl's school, we were integrated with boys when we hit 16 so you can imagine the hormonally charged tension in the classrooms. One girl I had the misfortune of knowing always had to speak to boys for some strange reason, I think it was just to prove that she could? Anywho, she hounded all the boys and they eventually started speaking to her. This wasn't the end of her madness, she couldn't handle it if someone was better at something than her. That reminds me, I must remember to end this piece with something about Louis Vuitton. I remember one Monday in my second year at sixth form, I drove there, parked up and was walking into the class where all my mates were. It was about half two (I was in this late as on a Monday I only had one lesson and it was in the last period). I have notoriously curly hair and when I was younger it was far thicker than it is today (thank you very much GHD, though that instrument has been a blessing to me) and thus more curlier and frizzier. I was just getting educated about what shampoos to use and how you had to use them continuously to get a result, I had been using Frizz Ease for years but it never works as well as it works the first time. I was also finally understanding how to blowdry hair straight..tis strange to think that 5 years ago, not everyone had a hair straightener and thus us curly haired girls suffered with crappy blowdryers. As usual, I digress. Monday morning I washed my hair and was determined to straighten it, so I set about the routine at about 12.30 (it used to take an age back then, mainly due to the hairdryer, my technique and my styling skills). I just about finished at 2.00 and legged it to sixth form in the car. I got there and everyone was praising how straight my hair was, the girl in question saw it and said "wow, good job" but I could tell that she was jealous as she had this look in her eye which she always has when someone is acknowledged for something that she has been doing all along.

Come the next day, she came in with her bum length hair trussed up over her shoulder just so everyone could see how straight hers way, but instead of people complimenting her, they told her that she should control the flyaways and keep it to the back like I had mine yesterday.

Stupid cow.

Another thing, she always tried to compete with her best friend who wasn't the prettiest thing in the world but her heart was always in the right place and she is very clever (I have no animosity towards her at all). This mate always had designer clothes and designer handbags (before it became "fashionable" to do so) and thus, the jealous girl always tried to copy her but failed.

I saw her the other day clutching a Louis Vuitton purse and there is something funny about someone who looks a state and is wearing super cheap clothing clutching a designer handbag. Now I am no snob, I wear cheapish clothes but only when I am not at work, and I don't clutch my designer handbags when I am doing this, only when I am at work do I look truly professional.

It is as if she is trying to become her best mate but that will never be because the friend carries herself with some class and always has done.

It may seem that I am hating her for no reason, but I have many a reason, the girl is a bitch and I shan't be talked down to because she made my life hell and I am not allowed to say anything back.

I saw her in KFC once when I was with a mate of mine and all she did was stare..rude.

This is all.

The Weekend's Work

2007-09-12T22:43:00.001+01:00

Here we are..no pics of the flooring that I had to lay as tempers were fraying early on.

The shell of one side..this was about half six on Saturday

This was about half nine-ish, both sides had been made and rails had been drilled in.

Ta-da..this was the next morning, before I had to take everything out again.

The floor and the wall that needs repainting..the chest of drawers I!! made a few days beforehand.

The sliding doors..I couldn't get them fully into one shot..

Clothes back in, drawers in too..

Better picture, the top drawer has scarves and gloves in it at the moment but that shall change when I get the correct accessory, I am considering getting a compartmental box thingy for the gloves though.

Closeups of my handiwork

Wonker..I cannae even hold a camera straight.

It feels great to know that I made that, from scratch..I made the flat bits of wood turn into a cupboard, though putting the sliding doors onto their tracks was hardest.

Now that I have the cupboard in place, I can get super organised as I shall be getting the accessories from Ikea this weekend.

Tis funny how having such a large cupboard (which, by the way, fits perfectly into the space I had there) lets you realise how few clothes you have, my old cupboard was groaning for more space but here I feel as if I could shop and shop and still have space.

Sex

2007-09-12T21:38:00.000+01:00

Why is having a lot of sex normally a reason to call someone a slut?

If you like it, do it! Nobody is called a slut because they go out a lot, are they?

I don't see what the difference is?

Also, why is oral sex "dirtier" than cunt sex?

I really don't understand that..if you're engaging in sexual behaviour, surely it should be judged on a level playing field.

Why is giving head seen as worse than having sex?

Strange.

This is what we were discussing at work today, we came to the conclusion that I am a slut and would welcome a department wide sexual free for all.

I didn't retaliate as the guy who sits opposite me and the dude who comes in to fix the AC are both fucking gorgeous and I wouldn't say no.

11th Sept/Cheap Shoes/Regrets

2007-09-11T22:54:00.000+01:00

This day six years ago, the towers fell.

Everyone seems to remember where they were and what they were doing on this day.

My brother was at home with the two bob bits and was in the bog when the announcement was made, he emerged to see my mum watching Fox (why no Sky News woman?!) and the anchor shouting how they would get the people who did this to them..six years on, they still haven't.

Anywho, I myself was trudging around London with my friends of the time (whom I DO miss from time to time..well only two of them but then I remind myself that it is not my fault that the friendship went bad). Trudging around the posh London uni's for some open day about all the university colleges of London (one which I would eventually end up at).

I got a free newspaper from a dude which I thought was strange as nothing in my knowledge at the time was free. I got home and after initially thinking that there was only one tower, I was informed by my brother (who, after listening to the news all day was up on all the conspiracy theories and whatnot) that there were actually two.

What got me in years to come was how normal the trains were on the way home that day. Unless I didn't realise that they were being delayed. Anywho, to my knowledge they ran normally as I got home in an hour (which is the normal time to my old house even during good Tube timing). I am surprised that the tube didn't close down totally as I assume that this is what would happen if it were to happen today.

Even now when I come out of Canary Wharf station in the morning and I see an aeroplane, I still panic slightly as I don't personally want to die (and it is not because of how people will cope without my existence but it is because I have a lot of shit I want to do before I die and also that I shall be damned if I let a fundie kill me, I want to die doing something fun and original..)

Anyway, onto shoes. I have never worn cheap shoes, it is against my religion (that and cheap underwear). Today for some reason I decided to wear my cheapest and cleanest pair of shoes (cleanest because the bottom has seldom touched the ground due to the cheapness). They killed my feet, I had to buy new shoes at lunchtime damn it! That got me to thinking about regrets. I surely regret buying those shoes, but what is a life without regrets? Is it perfect? I personally don't think so, but then again, I am the person who believes that life is only good because of the shit you need to go through, only as a result of the bad can you truly appreciate the good. I have a tonne of regrets in my life as I am sure everyone else does. The person who claims to have no regrets in life has either not lead a life or is a liar.

This is all from the profound mind for today.

My excitement filled weekend

2007-09-09T23:07:00.000+01:00

So, Friday was a day filled with excitement.

I think that's the right word.

It was all go in the Panesar/Ross household as our new Samsung CHESTED fridge was set to arrive.

It came at about 10.30-ish and I was instructed to leave it unplugged for 8 hours.

I couldn't wait and so I read the manual which told me that you could plug it in as soon as you cleared all the plastic out, this was done and the fridge was switched on. It had to be left for a couple of hours so I went shopping for food to store in my new pride and joy (did I mention that it lets out both ice AND water?! You shall have to pardon my excitement as I have never bought a brand new fridge for my house, though I have experienced dispensing fridges/freezers at my parents' house).

Anywho, I returned from Sainsbury's and I swear that the car was actually dying under the weight of the shopping bags I had in there.

I was getting ants in my pants waiting for the fridge to be ready so I decided to sit by it with the work laptop out, doing some "work" (playing Solitaire and Free Cell).

Two hours flew by and it was time to store stuff in the fridge and BOY is that fun. Everything went where it was meant to be (this has never happened in a fridge of mine and thus I was doubly chuffed).

Everything was put away, the husband even came home from work and was amazed that I had managed to fix it myself (sexy git! Er..I mean sexist git!..Yeah, that sounds better).

Went out on Friday, had me some fun and came back home.

Saturday morning, Ikea, true to their word, delivered the base to my cupboards at the ungodly weekend hour of 8.30.

I will say one thing for Ikea, I love them, simply because when they inconvenience you, they deliver for free which is something that I know MFI do not do.

Anywho, to fit the cupboard in place I had to finish some of the laminate flooring off, this was fun!

Me et Simon decided to just click it in with the chest of drawers on top. As with most simple plans, this did not work and we had to remove the drawers and move the chest. Then I!! had to lie on the bed with my head hanging down and click the pieces in UNDER the bed.

Anywho, did that, put the drawers back in and then got to fixing the cupboard.

Needless to say it took us until 6pm today to finish them off and they are marvellous fucking things. I can actually sit in one cross legged and I also had to get up a ladder and do the heights bits (thank you VERY much you feminists).

The sliding doors are the best things since sliced bread and could keep someone with a brain the size of a 5 year old child amazed for hours (thus, the novelty will not wear off for me for about 10 weeks).

All that needs to be done now is for the walls to be repainted (the purple ones) and the underside of the bed to be floored then I am done.

I am quite proud of myself seeing as I had most of the legwork myself and it was pretty easy.

Now all I need to do is go crazy and get it super organised inside..JOY!

The painting is easy as nothing much really need be moved now, just put sheets down and Bob will indeed be your uncle.

I seriously recommend Ikea to anyone, the stuff is not expensive and it stands the test of human nature, the instructions are very easy to read (there is no writing, just pictures..why Simon enjoyed them so much) and if you get stuck, the people on the phone are very helpful.

My dad can't believe that my DIY skills are on a par with his.

Skin

2007-09-06T15:12:00.000+01:00

I had a blister on my foot and the skin has just come off, isn't it surprising how soft new skin is? It is truly amazing.

That is my insight for the day.

I have been cleaning out my cupboards today in anticipation of the frame arriving at Ikea (*crosses fingers, legs and eyes*).

I got out three full black bags of stuff that I don't wear, thus I have one empty bridging unit and three empty drawers, well two drawers and one shelf.

So, I have to put the stuff back but that will be done later.

Er..that's all from my fascinating life.

Also, I may have to restart cardio soon and I need to send my graduation letter off.

The Fridge

2007-09-05T12:05:00.000+01:00

Friday night I got in and fancied some ice-cream.

I went over to the freezer to get some of it out and it was like a big lump with water swimming around it, now take into account that this is triple chocolate ice-cream and thus would take an age to defrost (damn you Haagen Dasz).

Anywho, I had been saying for a few days that there was a funny smell in the fridge though I put it down to some lemon juice I put in there (as it smelt a bit lemony..duh).

I thought nothing of it and came downstairs the next morning to make some tea, only to find out that the milk was chewy (no, I didn't taste it, the consistency was that of a chewy nature).

Anywho, I discover that horror of horrors, the fridge is broken!

So, I woke my one week housemate up and off we trudged to find a new fridge.

We found one and it is coming this Friday.

The fun didn't end there.

I had to cook everything in the fridge and freezer so for the past few days we have been eating like pigs, I am at the stage now that I am eating only to survive, not because I like the food.

I have eaten so much chicken and pork over the past few days that I do believe I am breaking out in the meat sweats.

I have one cup of coffee every day and that is it.

I never ever thought that I would hate eating, but I do and it is because I am eating everything at once (through necessity, not through choice).

Funny how it was a dream at once to eat whatever I wanted whenever but now (as with most things) the reality is far worse than the dream.

Anywho, the fridge and freezer are finally empty and no food shall be purchased until Saturday. Normally I would jump at the chance to be wined and dined though that wont be happening now (I can just picture the relief on Simon's face..I'm no longer cheap).

In the past few days, I have made AND eaten the following:

Chicken and mushroom pies

Fish fingers

Turkey steaks

Chicken breasty things

Yet more chicken

Yet more chicken

Pasta (times 5 or so)

Pizza

Indian food
Sausage rolls

It doesn't sound like a lot, but trust me, it IS a lot, especially for TWO people.

Anywho, it is a Samsung dealy (was it a coincidence that the dude who sold it to me was also wearing a Chelsea kit under his uniform? However, he doth have a modicum of respect from me due to it NOT being the Samsung kit but the Cools kit). It also dispenses water and ice (thus, no more waiting around for ice to be made) and its a mother of a thing. I happened to say in the store that you could store two/three human bodies in either side (fridge or freezer), a statement which was met with a few funny stares from other customers/the dude who served us.

Anywho, that is it methinks, all the food is finally finished and I am kinda glad that I don't have to eat anything.

Idiots and Sue Townsend

2007-09-02T16:02:00.001+01:00

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Lol, what a dickhead.

This is why you research stuff before you get yourself permanently inked up.

Now to Mrs Sue Townsend, this woman is leg-end.

She writes in a way that I can only hope to write in, she writes about things that effect everyone but her writing is anything but boring. I fell in love with her at the age of 12 (my age, not hers) after reading about Mr Adrian Mole. I remember seeing Adrian Mole on the TV when I was too young to understand it and I must say that the casting for the most recent outing was excellent as that was exactly how I imagined him to look.

Now Mrs Townsend makes no bones about the fact that she has no formal writing qualifications but I feel that it is this fact alone that makes her writing so accessible to everyone, if you write about what the masses experience, it will be a hit. I am currently reading The Confessions of Middle Aged Woman and it is hilarious. She mentions two authors in this book who take themselves far too seriously and I feel that this is a curse on modern society. People seem to think that to be educated and intelligent, you need to read the great classics..the great classics were new books at one time or another and there are no doubt a million people out there who have read them to look refined and educated when in actual fact they have no idea what the book was about.

This happened to me once, I decided to read War and Peace because my dad made it sound interesting. At this stage in my life I was going to uni FIVE days a week, so that is about 2 hours of commuting a day. I knew that this exericse was futile when on the Friday of the third week, I was still on page 2 of the book.

One of the only classics that I have enjoyed reading is by Zola, and everyone knows this.

Also, back to Sue, for a lady who says she has no formal qualifications, she can sure write an entertaining and funny book..and that is what I want from a book. A book need not be clever or riddled with large words for it to be a good book. A good book is the kind that you like to read, in my case this varies from books about poisons to books about ragged trousered philanthropists.

That brings me onto another point, just because you read a book in a few days does not make it a good book. I am currently reading The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists and I have been doing so since last November. This book is without a doubt one of the best written books that I have come across, the reason I have not yet finished it is because the book is simply that great.

This reminds me, this is the first time in ages that I have actually sat down and blogged, must be because I have nothing else to do, the husb is sleeping (jetlag) and I have done everything that needs doing.

Anywho, has anyone ever started reading a really good book and then stopped? I started reading Life of Pi and it was excellent, now it's kinda boring as the boy is just stuck in the sea, I don't really fault the author, it must be the situation that bores me.

Oh well, I shall finish of Sue and then get back to Pi, or failing that, read some of the other 13 million books I lugged home from the library yesterday.

Robots

2007-08-31T01:20:00.000+01:00

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.

Suck my dick

2007-08-29T17:12:00.000+01:00

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.

Jezza Paxman

2007-08-26T23:42:00.000+01:00

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:

Bottom
Red Dwarf
The Krypton Factor
I shall think of more

Hypocrites

2007-08-25T12:02:00.000+01:00

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

Photographs from Last Saturday

2007-08-19T13:03:00.000+01:00

I shall post the rest later.

Cardio gets results

2007-08-19T13:00:00.000+01:00

My fat hands will be the death of me..

Anywho, this should serve as enough motivation.

Aching thighs, blisters, Punjabi restaurants, a Mauritian nutcase

2007-08-12T11:33:00.000+01:00

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!?

Parents

2007-08-09T14:39:00.000+01:00

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.

Hahahah@people

2007-08-07T17:59:00.001+01:00

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

Nonsensical musings

2007-08-05T20:31:00.000+01:00

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.

A book

2007-08-01T10:53:00.000+01:00

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.

Cardio Week Two

2007-07-23T12:34:00.000+01:00

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.

I'm burning through the sky yeah, Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mr. Fahrenheit

2007-07-19T14:54:00.000+01:00

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.

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):

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.

Shampoo Combinations/Losing My Glasses

2007-07-18T23:04:00.001+01:00

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:

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

2007-07-18T14:30:00.000+01:00

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.

My Fitness Plan

2007-07-16T17:28:00.000+01:00

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:

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.

The Love of a Good Man

2007-07-12T15:45:00.000+01:00

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.

Waxing

2007-07-12T15:37:00.000+01:00

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.

Shopping

2007-07-11T22:41:00.000+01:00

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.

Photography..YET AGAIN

2007-07-10T17:11:00.001+01:00

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.

Supermarket Theft

2007-07-09T00:07:00.000+01:00

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.

Girls, makeup and lies

2007-07-07T13:35:00.000+01:00

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:

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!

Things that are underrated

2007-07-05T23:33:00.000+01:00

I shall be updating this list as I think of more stuff.

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.

How I Love Thee

2007-07-05T23:10:00.000+01:00

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2007-07-05T15:50:00.000+01:00

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.

If

2007-07-04T23:09:00.001+01:00

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.

IN THERE LIKE SWIM WEAR

2007-07-04T12:14:00.000+01:00

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.

Whether the weather will improve

2007-07-03T19:05:00.000+01:00

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!

Taste

2007-07-03T13:19:00.000+01:00

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.

Brent Cross to Greenford

2007-07-03T13:05:00.000+01:00

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.

My trip to Ikea

2007-07-01T20:33:00.000+01:00

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):

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.

Clothes/Ealing/Trips around West London/North West London

2007-06-30T21:40:00.000+01:00

I am currently wearing..

Grey socks with multicoloured stars
PJ bottoms with roses on them
A top with an ice lolly adorning the left boob
A brown hoody

Sexy ain't it?

As I am sure you can tell, I'm not afraid of looking like an "idiot", though I hardly call being comfortable, looking like an idiot.

What IS looking like an idiot is getting dressed up in stuff that is uber uncomfortable when you are just popping to the corner shop.

Anywho, getting on with the reading of A History of Modern Britain, I am on chapter 2, the depressed public lost faith in Attlee (I would too if I was made to starve whilst my PM worried about other countries eating well) and re-elected Churchill, gone through the great films made at Ealing, and the author (Andrew Marr) seems to think that Ealing is now a "trendy" town, when it isn't, tis a scuzzhole, it only LOOKS decent because of some of the old school houses.

Also, went to Ikea today..more shall follow later as I am currently too lazy to type.

Idiots on the tube

2007-06-29T17:05:00.000+01:00

So I were on the tube today, on the way to Ealing Broadway and there were two freshies sitting in front of me.

I was reading away (Modern History of Britain is sexcellent I tells thee) and listening to the old iPod and I had to answer the phone, I noticed that the two freshies were talking about me in Punjabi, thinking I wouldn't understand, I let them carry on doing so.

The train terminated and we were getting off it and one of them decided to grab my bum, what a wanker. I told him there and then in Punjabi that I understood every single word they said about me and that if they wanted to stay in this country on their expired student visas (they said something about this themselves, I'm not assuming..though most of the time the assumption tis true) they should get a move on because I could quite easily phone to police and get them deported, heh..I have never seen people move so fast.

Why do people make such judgments of you, just because you're brown and you live in England, doesn't mean you don't understand your mum's mother tongue, bunch of wankers. This is why I hate freshies, they come over to MY country (heh) and perv on the girls instead of trying to better themselves, no wonder the white folk can't stand them, if they cause their own fellow brownies this much offence, tis no wonder the *** are gaining power. Which reminds me, tis quite ironic how the *** can only manage a seat in *******..dickheads.

I'm in quite a sweary mood today, must be the aloneness, oh woe is me!

Yeah, I changed a few letters due to my blog attracting unwanted attention.

Girls

2007-06-29T16:14:00.000+01:00

Are funny creatures.

Although I am one of them, I don't really behave like a girl (well, a typical desi girl, hehehe).

I don't know if this is true of white, black, yellow, orange, purple and pink girls but tis definately true of the brown girls I have had the misfortune to know in the past. The white folk I know find it hard to understand how strange desi girls really are and that I only have one brown friend who is a girl.

Anyway, back to the matter at a hand, looking at it from a young G's perspective, desi girls are strange when it comes to guys.

Most of the time they cuss guys about how they try coming over to them and chatting them up and thus are very "Miss Independent" citing that they do not need guys to have a life, yet the SECOND a guy with money (aka his Dad's car) and "class" (he wears Rockport so he MUST have class as dem garmz ain't cheap) pays them attention, they are all over him like a rash and their territory has been marked (well, only if the guy likes being pissed on). From that time onwards, guys are the best thing since sliced bread, they can do no wrong, funny how fast these girls forget their modern day suffragette-isms, simply because they are getting some.

Then comes the time when the guy is pissed off with the constant phoning to see what he is doing, the constant need to ring and find out how he is every 5 minutes and the constant need to see him to make sure he isn't trying it on with another bird (because trust is only one way in a desi relationship you see, the guy MUST trust the girl, yet the girl can be as suspicious of the guy as she sees fit).

So the guy wants to break it off because she is too possessive (never! Where the hell did he get an idea like that from?!), the girl becomes either stone faced or totally loses all self respect for herself and begs him to stay with her, which he won't do because he is getting bare gash at nex manz yard, init geez. Anywho, guy ends it, girl is upset.

Girl is in depression for days and days as she thinks this was the real thing, when in reality she is more angry at the fact that he won't be spending his money on her and she won't be getting any either.

Guy however, is out fucking other women, girl sits at home and starts getting angry at what has happened to her.

Girl remembers that she is Miss Independent and once again goes on her suffragette missions and tells the world that she doesnae need a guy to validate her existence.

Then some fly boy passes her driving his dad's car, blasting some sik chooons from his standard stereo and we are back to stage one as described above.

What I don't understand is, if you are going to paint yourself as a man hater, then stick to that, every time I have gotten out of a bad relationship, the love for men has always been there (but maybe that's because I am easy and have no morals, unlike the girls in the story mentioned above), so I'm not lying to myself like these girls are. Tis funny how in this day and age, a fast car (which isn't even HIS) can get a girl's knickers off quicker than any concoction of words, actions or drinks.

OH MON DIEU!

2007-06-29T12:48:00.000+01:00

The Verve have reformed.

Hopefully it mellows out the man Richard again.

This is all.

You know someone has made a fucking wicked album when you are still listening to it more than 10 years after it was made and it loses none of the shine it had the first time you heard it. There is only one album I can say that about..

Life without speakers

2007-06-29T12:02:00.000+01:00

Tis crappeth.

Especially now as I am home alone and have no music which I can listen out loud to, damn it!

All I have had to survive on all week is earphone sex and I cannae do that with everyone, I'm not easy!

I ventured under my desk to find the leads and stuff and that was fruitless, I shall have to wait til someone *ahem* can come help me.

The weather too is strange, woke up and twas nice and sunny, then it got overcast-ish, then it got worse and it pissed it down, it looked like snow, now tis sunny again.

Fancy going shopping later, might go to Haymarket and see what's going on there, what with the car and the bombing and all.

Stuart McGurk

2007-06-27T13:54:00.000+01:00

Hehe...I love this man, though that sentiment may be a bit empty seeing as I have read only one of his articles, but if a girl can say that after reading just ONE, there must be some truth in the sentiment.

Last night I was on the way to the bowling alley and I was reading an article written in the London Paper by a man (Mr McGurk) about Gillian McKeith and I was ecstatic at what he was saying. The majority of men that I know seem to think that the GMK diet is an easy way to lose weight, it is not. I have tried it and I gave up after a week or so, she claims to let you eat an abundance of food and on the TV all the food looks lovely, well I am sure everyone has head the old adage "don't judge a book by it's cover", this surely applies here. I decided to follow her diet for six weeks and after the second week I had enough and was craving salad, of all things, SALAD! That alone must show you how crappy her diet is, everything you are told you can eat is lacking in flavour and colour. That's another thing, on the TV the food looks bright and lovely to eat, the reality is totally different, the food fills you up but tastes like crap, I do believe this is how you lose the weight (no taste-no calories hehehe). Anywho, back to what was written by Mr McGurk (who by the way, I have a good mind to e-mail, if for nothing else but to express my joy that there is at least ONE man out there with some sense).

Now, to the article itself, I read it as I often do, to see what is decent on the TV. I didn't actually see the show and am quite glad I didn't, I don't understand who she thinks she is, she isn't even a doctor (as is mentioned in my favourite paragraph of the article) and why anybody would want to look like her is beyond me. Photoshop is definately her best friend, I have her book and in that she doth look stunning but seeing her in real time, she looks terrible, when the light is on her face you can see how ravaged it is. Everyone knows that eating crap 24/7 is going to kill you, we do not need someone telling us that we are going to die if we keep doing it. Plus, she thinks that by being rude she is becoming the self modelled Simon Cowell of food. She fails to realise that unlike her, Simon actually has stats and money to back up his statements, and (as the article says) "why on earth anyone would want to follow the diet advice from a "nutriotinist" who had to drop her spurious "Dr" title and looks like a shrivelled, freeze-dried chipmunk is anyone's guess". There is no need at all for her to be this rude to people and I am surprised that people are still willing to go on national TV and be ridiculed by a woman who looks like GMK does. If she truly were healthy, why would her face be so warped looking? Do you people not think about that? It is not hard to lose weight yourself without having some "chipmunk" take the piss out of you, and as the article mentioned, she does have a great fondness for shit inspection. I know a lot of people who have lost weight and not once have they needed to have their shit examined. The woman is strange!

Mr McGurk, I commend thee!

...

2007-06-26T23:38:00.001+01:00

This upsets me..

2007-06-26T23:18:00.000+01:00

How does a prime minister leave the job?

WHO, WHAT, WHY? The Magazine answers...
Tony Blair officially steps down as prime minister on Wednesday and Gordon Brown takes over. But how is it done?
He might not formally step down as prime minister until 27 June, but Tony Blair and his family have been preparing to leave Downing Street for weeks.
Packing cases have been going in and out of the flat above No 11 Downing Street, where they have lived for a decade.

THE ANSWER
He visits the Queen to hand back the seals of office
But how does Mr Blair actually hand over power to the new prime minister, Gordon Brown?
As with most things in public life the handover involves ritual, but little is known about it and officials have refused to comment on the details of Mr Blair's departure.
However, Cabinet documents on Harold Wilson's departure in 1976 - released last year by the National Archives - detail some of the ceremony involved.
The usual timetable of events starts the night before the last day. Most PMs dine with the Queen on their last night in office, but it is thought Mr Blair will break with this tradition.
Limousine
When he wakes up on Wednesday Mr Blair will have the morning to tie up loose ends. Shortly before midday he will travel in the prime ministerial limousine to Parliament to take his last Prime Minister's Questions (PMQs).
Mr Blair has decided to make this his final appearance but he will still be asked the time-honoured question: "Will he list his official engagements for Wednesday, 27th June?" The list will be short.

WHO, WHAT, WHY? A regular part of the BBC News Magazine, Who, What, Why? aims to answer some of the questions behind the headlines
When PMQs finishes, half an hour later, Mr Blair will return to Downing Street to say goodbye to staff.
From there he will be carried in the limousine for the last time to Buckingham Palace to see the Queen to resign his post and hand back the seals of office.
He is then just MP for Sedgefield and is no longer Labour leader or prime minister. He then leaves the palace in a different car, not the prime ministerial limousine.
As soon as he has left, Mr Brown and his wife, Sarah, will be summoned to the palace to be invited by her majesty to form the next government. He will be presented with the seals of office and officially become both Labour leader and prime minister.
Afterwards the couple return to Downing Street in the limousine left behind by Mr Blair, to take up residency at No 10.

Gordon Ramsey

2007-06-26T22:56:00.000+01:00

This man is a joke, professionally.

Not only is he a joke, he is also a sell-out of the highest degree.

I never understood why he didn't like Ainsley Harriot and Antony Worrall Thomson, now I do.

I remember back in the day when he had his first programme on TV and he was seen as a real fresh face, a break from the staged cheffery (tis a word I swear), he swore like you do when you're under pressure and if you fucked it up, he told you as much.

Then he got his other show, then he got famous.

I remember him saying back when he was unfamous that when he became famous he would never sell out and be in ads for certain cooking utensils and that he would never write any books like the two gentlemen mentioned above.

Seems to me that Gordy should have kept his mouth shut as this is exactly what he has done, I have seen him in an ad for a very masculine kitchen commodity..teacups. He has also released numerous cooking books and he still admonishes the two gentleman above (and many others) for doing the same.

Maybe next time Gordon, you should keep your mouth shut, but oh no, God forbid you do that as you are all about the showmanship, the "I don't give a fuck what anyone thinks about me, I swear, I'm a hard man..who cooks".

His swearing might have been refreshing back in the day when cooking was full of politeness and Delia Smith and her cardigans but now his jig is up, it is clear to anyone who is human and above the age of 14 that he swears for effect, it is no longer believable, I liken his show to watching films like Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, whereby a mockney writes something which he thinks is a true representation of gangster life, nobody, not even gangsters swear that much, it is so very clearly overly written and comical (thus, why I love these films so).

Gordon presents himself as such a hardman by the flagrant use of swearing, I think it is a cover for him being a sensitive man in reality. I have been watching the F Word as I have been forced to watch it and Gordon is unable to do the following "hard man" things:

(I have waited an age to use a bullet point list so I feel I am justified in using one to get this point across)
DIY, he couldn't even nail felt to a fucking roof and even I can fucking do that, and I'm a fucking girl! (see, I'm getting into Gordon mode)
Shoot a deer, he acted the big man when it came time to do it and he even brought the carcass of a deer into his restaurant which, may I just point out must go against every single health and safety regulation there is. When it was time for action, he couldn't man up
Other things shall be added once I remember or am reminded by Simon

Respect

2007-06-26T14:18:00.000+01:00

I have a great deal of respect for certain people, there are two people in this world who I respect beyond everyone else, even though we do have our differences. These two people are my parents, it amazes me to see how far they have come from when they got married to where they are now, I am seriously in awe at all they have achieved, both in their private life and their professional achievements. They are the two people who remind me (even though they do not know it) that no matter how hard something is to do, there is always someone who is in a worse position than yourself and also that once you do this problematic "thing" you will realise that there is no limit to what you can do, and that from that point in, the sky is the limit.

Anyway, this isn't about them, this is about another person who I know and also love and respect greatly. I used to respect her beforehand but after what she has done recently, the respect I have for her has skyrocketed, she will never ever know how much I respect her for what she is doing and what a true fucking legend she is. To show the power of mind and body that she has shown in the adversity faced by her is truly amazing and I feel that lesser people would not be able to have done as she has done, I in fact know, that people faced with what she suffered from for 20 odd years would have just taken it like an idiot, but not her! This is why she commands so much respect from me, tis just a shame she will never know the high regards that I hold her in as words cannot express the respect I have for a person like her, what she has achieved in the past few months is a testament to women everywhere who think that they cannot rise up against the crap that they have to face on a daily basis because society will shun them. To those women I say FUCK SOCIETY, make yourself happy and only yourself, when the day of reckoning comes, you will be judged only on how YOU lived your life, not what society thought of you, why waste a lifetime doing what others want, waiting for the day to come when you can please yourself? You know that day will never come, life is truly for the living and live it for yourself and those you love. It doesn't matter if society thinks you're bringing shame on your family, who are they tell you what shame is and what shame is not? They aren't living back in India/Pakistan anymore, you move to a Western country and you integrate into the society. So, make yourself happy, if you are happy in your heart and those you love are happy, that is all that matters, if those around you (for whose opinions you do not care) do not like what you do, FUCK THEM. This is the single greatest problem within Indian/Pakistani families and cultures, you have to at all times think of the "honour" of the family, thus you take the beatings and the crap that your husband's family throw at you because if you DARE rise up and say you aren't going to take it anymore, you are seen as a outsider.

I truly believe in power to the people and that you really DO need to fight for your right to par-tay. Why should you live in fear of being beaten up because the "elders" think it is fine? There is reason that domestic abuse is a crime in this country, I know of instances where a husband has killed his wife whilst his parents sat around letting that happen, I would like to ask these elders one question, would you let your daughter take that kinda beating? NO, I didn't think so, so why is it OK for someone else's daughter to go through the same shit? One other thing I don't get about the old school Asian community at large, they look down on divorcees because they must have done something wrong. The prefer you to be married and getting beats and being unhappy, why is it acceptable for a husband to beat a woman infront of her children, yet it is not OK for the women to live alone and be safe? Those who judge people on face value should take a long hard look at themselves as it is people like them who legitimise women getting beatings, the women become too scared to leave because they are worried what society would say, to these women I say stand up for yourself, do what the superwoman mentioned above has done, break free from it! Society think it is fine to cast judgment on you, let them live ONE DAY in your life and they will soon change their minds.

Talk about timing

2007-06-26T13:51:00.001+01:00

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/magazine/6723211.stm

I am SO doing that.

Time to drag out my mate Akaaaaaaaaaaaaash and go photo taking.

I shall have to read up a bit more on my photography books but I think I have improved a lot since when I first started.

Currently reading A History of Modern Britain by Andrew Marr, I have always had an interest in how the country became what it is today and this book answers those questions brilliantly.

Next object to establish: How did Britain get a class system? How did the first middle classes realise they were middle class? What did they do/have that the working classes did not? Obviously the answer is riches but if they could ascertain riches, why couldn't the rest of the country? Is it the fault of the monarchy?