Girls, makeup and lies

Why do girls lie when it comes to admitting to wearing makeup?

Tis so obvious that some have caked their faces in it/photoshopped their pics so it looks as if they have flawless skin and yet when they are questioned about it, they deny it as if we are stupid.

If you're wearing makeup then just admit to doing so, there is no crime in wearing it, nobody is going to believe that you have naturally flawless skin which is all evenly toned.

I hardly ever wear foundation and you can tell when I have it on, and I tell people I am wearing it, why lie? You're the one who ends up looking like an idiot, you haven't fooled anybody.

I know a girl who lays it on with a trowel and she tells people as much and the guys look at her as if she is diseased, even though she still manages to look very polished. I also know another girl who has the "natural" look going down (or so she thinks) she wears a large amount of makeup and the men all line up just to speak to her because she has natural beauty (i.e. she doesn't admit to wearing any makeup at all, even though she wears more than trowel girl). On a typical day, au naturel is wearing:

1. Primer
2. Moisturiser
3. Liquid foundation
4. Powder foundation (to set it all in place innit!)
5. Eyelid primer
6. Natural coloured eyeshadow times three (eyelid, browbone and undereye)
7. Eyelash primer
8. Three mascaras
9. Lipbalm
10. Lipstick
11. Lipgloss
12. 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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.