Monday, November 23, 2009
I likes this!
By the way I changed the video, it's the same song but I think this is way better. My gosh me wan get a big booty too...
Saturday, November 21, 2009
I love...
Thursday, November 19, 2009
The Scariest Test I've Ever Taken

This was one of those tests where no amount of cramming could help you pass
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I Got My First Angry Comment Today!
and this one:
I have to tell u a habit or an MO of mine. I recently discovered that whenever am at odds with somebody that I profoundly care about I get all feisty and starting a fight with them. The ones that know me very well recognize that am not exactly fighting them but that its how badly I miss them that makes act that way. I don’t think am ever going to stop loving you. I and my friends took a road trip yesterday and we were arguing about the kinda girl we like and I told them how my ideal chick is [Fizz]. I think about u all the time, I miss the hell out of you. I don’t wanna be close to u half and half. If you were here I would kneel on one knee and ask u to marry me, just that we wud have to roll up a piece of paper to make the ring. Trust me, if u were mine, all these things wud be different we wud never fight for a day. All the time I pick a fight with u is cos I really do miss u. You make me feel the way no one else does. Like Mariah carey said, “If its wrong to love you, then my heart would never let me be right”
Let's not forget this one:
Chick, I was on your blog today and your tweet from 50 days ago caught my eye. It made me feel very insulted. For some reason I am making a big deal out of it. And no matter how strong my admiration for u is, insults like that on such a medium as twitter, can be sufficiently felt. It is natural occurrence for people to take people that “stalk” them the way I stalk u for granted, but then I cud careless. The fact is u feel so insecure around me-that’s happens to be the truth and I was going to stoop low for the sport of it, but then I might have done that enough already. If it was about a year, I would say a big “fuck you” to u, but am a professional now, so I would omit that.
Again, note the grammar.
6. There there now... unrequited love is a bitch.
7. I expect to get some incensed backlash from the commenter and it's ok because
8. I couldn't care less. Oh and mail filters are a great invention.
Personal Triumph of the Day and Pics

I think we were singing "ain't no mountain high enough..."
The obligatory "Yahoozee" shot.
Peep my gorgeous blue platform Mary Janes. Too bad they were ruined by the end of the night. They're allowed to take drinks on the dancefloor here. Great for the partyers, bad for my poor shoes :(Friday, October 30, 2009
My Take on Relationships

I used to avoid relationships with the same fervour that women with relaxed hair avoid water. I don't really know when my mindset changed and I became one of the "us" crew but there are times when I think back to my single days and I wonder if I had the better deal then. (Hunk, I know you're going to read this. Please don't take it the wrong way. I like being your girlfriend).
I avoided being committed for several reasons, most of which make sense, and some of which don't make sense. Recently, a lot of these reasons have popped up in my current relationship, and although we weather through the issues, the aftermath always leaves me shaken.
See I haven't been very lucky in love. I've been in some terrible situations and it has taken a while for me to understand that the Hunk is not running anywhere anytime soon. Every time we have a disagreement, I expect him to tell me that it's over. I find it hard to believe that he can be mad at me and still love me. I keep thinking that I've broken us, but somehow, he pulls us seamlessly back on track, and I'm left feeling grateful, if a little confused. It's like, why is he still with me? I can't be easy to be with. I've told him things about me and my past that make me cringe and I always steel myself to hear goodbye but he just says "is that what you were afraid to tell me?" and we move on.
There are times (99% of the time) when I can't imagine being without him, and there are times when I feel like I have to watch every single fucking thing I say or do so as not to wreck the delicate balance we have. Those times exhaust me and those are the times I want to run screaming.
Even with all this, I do believe I've got my issues under control. I'm in what is probably my longest relationship to date and I don't want to stop being "us" anytime soon (maybe ever).
That being said, I don't believe in fairytale, perfect love. Nope. I'd hate to have that kind of love to be honest. What I believe in is that people are flawed and prone to mistakes. I believe that people outgrow each other. I believe that people change and become incompatible. I also believe that no one knows what the future holds in any relationship, not even the people involved. I don't sit and fantasize about getting married to my boyfriend because I don't know if we will. I know people date with marriage being the ultimate goal, but I date because I like the person I'm with and want to be with them. I'm not thinking in terms of forever, but in terms of "right now, this works". It might work forever or it might crash and burn in a few months. Who knows? I'm just not a romantic. I treat love with the same practicality as I treat most other things in my life. I wasn't always this way, but life taught me a few lessons.
Now the reason why I avoided relationships prior to being with the Hunk seem a bit silly now, but there are times when they pop up as valid issues in our relationship. I didn't want a relationship because I didn't want to have to answer to anybody. I wanted to be able to do things and make decisions without worrying about how it will affect my other. Things as simple as taking a picture with a member of the opposite sex could be a cause for an argument or jealousy... who wants that? I didn't want to open up and share myself with anyone. I'm really selfish when it comes to my heart, and it is a painful, difficult process for me to part with it. I've done it once or twice before and each time I've had to pick the splinters of my heart off the floor and build them back into a whole. I lost a few pieces here and there. I'm afraid that if it happens again, I won't have enough pieces left for a decent heart.
There were other reasons why I avoided relationships but I've grown past them. I've also learnt that a good man will always let me be myself. He will accept me, flaws, ego, zits and all and not just tolerate me.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Some Girls Are Nasty!
I live in a flat with 5 other girls and for the most part we get along well. Probably because we don't see each other a lot, which works for me. We're all postgrads so we have busy schedules and stuff. We have our own bedrooms, but we share the kitchen and bathroom. It works out a bit, except for minor issues with two girls trying to take up all the space in the kitchen meant for six. We all like to cook so we had to find a way to work it out. Also, some girls don't clean up after themselves properly etc etc... the usual flatmate bullshit.
Like all the above wasn't irritating enough, last night was just the height! At about 1.30 am, I went to wash my face and on getting to the bathroom, what did I see? Please guess.
Give up?
It was a rolled-up used sanitary pad. It was sitting all jaunty and non-chalant by the sink and it was TOUCHING MY FACE WASH!! *wall slide*
It was 1.30 in the morning and I wonder, would I have been wrong for banging on doors and asking whoever the nasty is to remove their crap from there? So far I've been quiet and nice about everything, but I need to make sure that crap like that never happens again.
I will fix this somehow.
*Shudders at the nastiness*




