Monday, 28 December 2009

FOOD #fidead


Dear every piece of chocolate and every scrap of food lingering around from the fucking festive season,


FUCK OFF NOW!


I'm tryna look like this:





Not like this:





FOR FUCKSAKE!

Annorexia diet and daily riding...of my bike commences tomorrow.

Monday, 21 December 2009

10 reasons why the festive season is a prick.

1) For starters the festive season should change it's name to the FATstive season.
Everywhere I look there's fucking treats of lard and edible cellulite. What the fuck is that about? Didn't everyone get the memo? I'm tryna lose pounds not gain them. And don't even chat to me about going for drinks. That's all everyone seems to do these days. Amaretto is like drinking syrup so I had to switch it to vodka and vodka gives me bad hangovers. Lose lose situation. Or more accurately, gain (weight) gain (weight) situation.

2) Cheerful shop workers:
About 'have a nice day and a merry christmas'...
I just queued up for 4 hours to buy reindeer socks and my make up is smeared across my face babes. Fuck off with your fake smiles and fake festive cheer.

3) SHUT THE FUCK UP

Ask Liam he'll tell you.

4) Spending money on shit that will be half price the next day.
Return, exchange and refund queues are not a good look.

5) The family from the mother land come over to celebrate.
This is nice and everything but from when you're taking my room away from me, then go back to Cyprus. And if you have sex in my bed then oh my days...just oh my days...skitz ain't the word.

6) Couples
I don't really care what you bought your boyfriend babes and it's probably best you don't take a pause in the middle of the fucking shoe hall in Topshop to lips each other whilst I'm tryna buy boots because I WILL kick you and it WILL hurt.

7) The people with buckets outside supermarkets asking you to donate to charity.
Excellent cause but stop trying to entertain me because you're pissing me off. All I want is some milk. I'll give you my change but I don't need you to dance like James Brown for me. Can't you see my nose is running to the floor.

8) THE ILL
I've smelt like Olbas oil since early November.

9) Twitter.
That's not really to do with the festive season but it's always a prick. It's more gassed than your mums GAStric band.

10) THE FUCKING SNOW.
I don't give a fuck if it's pretty, I couldn't care less if it looks like a Christmas card outside my window and I don't give a shit how festive it is.
IT'S COLD, SLIPPERY AND A FUCKING HEALTH AND SAFETY HAZARD...and you can't even sue mother nature if you slip and fall and break your neck but not in the good way.

So yes. Over all,

BAH HUMBUG. 

(Please note: I love Christmas really).

Show me that I'm special tell me boy...



BIG TUNE.

(Also...when is Brandy bringing out a new album? I fucking miss her!)

Saturday, 19 December 2009

Everybody knows that we're OGz...





The flyer says it all.
Click HERE or HERE to get your tickets.

And can I just say:


FACK.
The fact that you can actually understand every word he says...woiii.
Currently, to me, P Money's flow is the sickest EVER.

See you there.

It's SO cold.

The good thing about the weather being so butters, is the fact that us girls don't need one of these:


Friday, 18 December 2009

Reasons why I want to have a threesome with Shakira Part 2:



As someone once said "sexiest woman with a chandelier on her head ever"...

Just to clarify: I like boys. 
Look, it's me and my boyfriend Enrique Iglesias:


Enrique Iglesias - Baila Senorita Pictures, Images and Photos

Thursday, 17 December 2009

DEAD PAR-DY/ED HARDY. PRICKS.

I already knew this would happen.
Remember THIS.

Well apparently Christian Audigier and his crew of 'designers' thought this would be appropriate:



Yes. It's an Ed Hardy mouse mat for girls. And there's more

Click here to read alllll about it.

Fucking pricks.

Saturday, 12 December 2009

Reasons why I want to have a threesome with Shakira:

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THE END.

(PS. I LOVE BOYS)

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

Wisdom comes with age and experience...kind of.

Recovering from my birthday intoxication has been long and emotional but now I'm over it I thought I'd share some of my twenty something wisdom with you. Plus I need to vent. And anyway, I’ve noticed that amongst all the crap, the irony, the bullshit and the talk of rudeboys and music, my blog has become a bit of a diary.


Airing your personal business to anyone but the people involved in it, isn't the in thing. However, I’ve come to realise that sharing things with potential strangers is actually quite liberating. Especially when it is concerning matters of the heart. I think its because you can be totally honest with a stranger. As they don’t have any preconceptions of you or the people involved, they can see things with an objective mind. The fact that I probably know most of you reading this contradicts what I’m about to do but even so, there’s also that slight satisfying feeling that even if you do talk about personal things, as long as you maintain anonymity, if the people you’re talking about are reading then they will know it’s about them when you praise them, when you slew them and when you generally just want to tell a story. And there’s nothing wrong with that.


FYI I’m not talking about indirects here – on the contrary I'm all for honesty and being real with people. You should always tell people exactly how you feel because it’s fair on them and fair on you. I think that “indirecting” (for lack of a better word) after you’ve actually told the person your issue or your praise is acceptable because they already know you think that.


Anyway. A few weeks ago some guy kind of broke my heart. I don’t think he meant to but he did. He broke it into tiny moth shaped pieces. Not only because my adoration and maybe love for him is unrequited (because allow that shit anyway), but mainly because every good thing I thought about him as a friend might have turned out to be a trick my mind played on me and not true at all. Romantic and platonic heartbreak occurring simultaneously is a horrible feeling that is very hard to describe but if I had to try and describe it I’d say it feels like…. I’ll get back to you.


So now, as I bravely embark upon the epic journey of mending my broken heart, so it can be used on someone else, as I try and turn frowns and sighs back into laughs, smiles, as I become what I was pre-heartbreak (REALLY funny and really nice…even more than usual – I promise, ask my mum), I’m noticing how much I’ve actually learned over the past 6 months. And If I’ve learned anything at all, it’s that I’ve learned a number of things (see how funny I am). Oi I feel like Carrie Bradshaw!

Here goes:


1)    Anyone is capable of being anything - Good or bad. Never underestimate people you don't really rate and never think that the people you hold highest in your opinion can’t let you down because they can…and they will.
2)    Give everyone a chance.
3)    Be grateful - Cliché as it sounds, there are always people worse off than you. Moaning and moping around feeling sorry for yourself keeps you in that state of mind, not to mention how utterly unattractive it is. If you don’t like something, change it!
4)    Be honest - It might make you vulnerable at times but at least you’re being true to yourself. It might also make people dislike you sometimes, but you should prefer to be disliked for being honest than to be liked for feeding people the lies that make them disillusioned.
5)    Don’t believe everything you hear, read or even see - Things always look different under the influence of alcohol, tiredness and infatuation. 
6)    The people you care about most will make you feel sad sometimes - If they don’t then you don’t care about them enough.
7)    Being brave is underestimated – It’s harder than people think but we should be brave in everything we do. Take chances and whatever the outcome have the courage to deal with it accordingly.
8)    Never let anyone make you feel inadequate - If you’re not good enough for them, they’re not good enough for you.
9)    Expect the unexpected - You could be in for a nice, cross-atlantic surprise. ;)

Finally…the thing I’ve found to be most useful and most influential these past 6 months is a piece of advice comprising of two little words. It began as a silly in joke/pathetic flirtation but it’s the best thing I used to hear on a daily basis (and if you’re reading this, it's not just because your accent is fit :-P ):


10) “Be nice”If you can do this you can do anything. In a world as corrupt as this one, living in cities where ruthlessness seems to be more admired than kindness (HOLD TIGHT L DUTTY N), it might be a near impossible thing but just do it. Because being nice makes people feel nice and if you can make people feel nice you'll get the nicest feeling you’re ever going to get, in return. Plus karma is a bitch and she will come around and knock you the fuck out. The irony behind this last one........I'll tell you another day.


I guess every cloud really does have a silver lining :)


(And P.S. I’ve also learned how to use Photoshop, Google Analytics and a new party trick but that’s a whole other post).


SO let's end this post on a high note. 
My birthday was amazing. 
If you weren't there then you missed out. 
Here's about 20 of the 200 photos we took:





And if you haven't read it yet got over to Hot110 and read my post about the common cold this christmas...

End of Post.

Sunday, 6 December 2009

I'm REALLY shy...