Thursday, June 9, 2011

A lipliner might be OPTIONAL.


Early morning I woke up to the noise of a lizard (no, I do not know how it is termed as – least bothered to Google it), the one who's coming wake me up every morning at the same time, and gets me all paralyzed because I fear any slight move of mine will scare it and when it'll run, it can fall on me. Believe me, that is pretty much annoying and God knows how I have got a phobia of lizards. Anyway, I tried sleep more, and ignore the lizard, and when I woke up [to actually get out of bed], my mood was perfectly FINE. As in, really FINE. Some people can so dictate my mood lately. I know that ain't good news, but well, that is the way things are right now. A single text can be enough to get things so going on nicely.
Basically today I'm home, getting all bored right now, channel-hopping every 2 minutes, after having had some gorgeous pasta and feeling all full. I miss college days.
My holidays have been pretty much lovely till now; with lovely people around. I must agree I have got darling angels in my life. Not all of my entourage is, but the ones who are are more than just enough to me. I love these holidays because I do not have any stress about having to revise for next semester whatsoever – not that I ever get stressed about studies, but that's another story. I mean, my first year's over and that feeling I have is amazing! I can do anything, waste time, go on long drives, and not get to feel guilty at all! Believe me, doing these things during the whole first year of university with that feeling of "Oh no, I should have been attending lectures right now" or "I am gonna fail my Law module for not studying but being up to what-I-was-up-to-at-that-moment", is AWEFUL. It's like being stressed always. But hell, I can't complain. I had the time of my life during my first year (No, I'm not talking about university life. I practically had none to be honest.)!
[Well, I am right now not considering the modules I have failed for final exams and will be getting a resit for – it so spoils the beauty of the picture.]
I finally gave in to the temptation of having the bar of Snickers, and swallow the calories some minutes ago. Boredom can make me swallow do anything. Well, not literally ANYTHING, but you get the picture. Eww, 'swallow' made me think of a blowjob. Talking of calories, GOSH, I wonder how much weight I'll have gained by the end of those 2-months-long holidays. I am so up to snacking when home and eating junk food when out, I am definitely gonna be all cow-y in some time, if not already.
TING! I just got an idea of something huge to do to keep myself busy -> CLEAN MY MAKE-UP KIT – which is actually in a REAL MESS. No, seriously, it IS. With brushes being here and there, full of liquid (which makes it even more messy) foundation, concealer, tons of lipstick which I have probably never even used, my unopened bank statements (well yes, I actually stuff everything in that kit).
I've always believed bank statements are definitely not something I should care to open. Actually it's not about not caring; it's just about not being able to handle the chronic shock and heartbreak the bank balance gives me when I realize I am on verge of going overdraft. Well, spendthrifts like me will know the feeling.
So I am gone clean my brushes and throw away already expired make-ups and find out whether there are untouched goodies in that kit. To be honest, cleaning it up is something I enjoy doing, because I so adore my make-up products and being in touch with them. Yes yes, My products and I live a huge daily Love story.

Coming to the title, well don't ever expect me to talk about make up tips or whatsoever here. My make up procedures are TABOO, so I never talk about them. TO NO ONE.
P.s. Lipliners might be optional, but I believe they should be used. Bleeding lipstick is such eyesore. SERIOUSLY.

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Bling !

Hello People !

It’s been a whole year since I last posted here. Ok, from the dates of the last published posts it might seem like it was only days ago, but well, that was because of reasons like having to republish the previous posts because I had kind of deleted them from the blog and started feeling all remorseful for having removed all writings of mine here.


 I have practically lost all inspiration to write since I typed my last post.  But I anyway felt the need to start writing again, because I am in such huge need of a therapy, which writing fulfils so perfectly. 

Times have changed.
Along with it, things change, people come and go, and moods swing. The latter I undergo every day – being a person full of estrogen accounts much for it, don’t blame me – and just not to end up all crazy, blogging helps  evacuate any negativity - which I am currently full of. Yes I know, I am very much complaining always (Refer to being full of estrogen). But well, that is what makes of me the person that I am. And hell yeah, I love me.

Right now I wonder whether I have anything concrete to blog about. I think not. I feel like having the bar of Snickers on my table, but that would be swallowing calories, which I already had my share of today with orange-y pancakes.
Anyway, I might come up later on with something meaningful hopefully.

Oh that is such a Pink post. No no, nothing to do with my being a Pink-Lover.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Hello Panda ☆


This is my last post for the next one month. Yeah, I'm entering hibernation for 1 whole month today as from 11 p.m [DOule, if you are reading this, 11p.m is 23h :p].
OH NO, THEY ARE MAKING LOVE ! STOP STOP STOP !
The people in the German movie aren’t stopping touching. And this is making me sick.
Speaking of couples, yesterday I saw one of the loveliest couples you can ever have. That type of couple who never gets me jealous. That one which is no eyesore when they hold hands. The cutest thing EVER. An old couple holding hands and having lunch in the foodcourt there. Aww, I couldn’t but point out to my friends, letting an ‘AWWWWWWWWWW’ escape, making, supposedly according to Moune, everyone in the court turn around. No seriously, the little man looked so cute holding his lady’s hands, you can’t even imagine. You know, like in the pictures you see, and rarely see in real life.
You say ‘make love’, not ‘have sex’ by the way. Just for it to sound cute and not as crude as is the act in itself. Not that the act IS crude, but anyway. Well, this wasn’t what I came to blog about. We’ll blog about sex later on, when I learn how human beings reproduce.
So where was I?
Yeah, my last post. I know you’ll be missing me. Ok ok, I am pretending you will. It makes me feel better. Because I am having mixed feelings. One month IS long.
Ok ok, I will be very much spoiled with those around me and the shopping and all there, I know. Anyway, let’s skip my feeling sad.
Packing has been done somehow. At the very last minute, but still. I hope I haven’t forgotten anything. But I’m very much sure all essentials are in there- the mobile charger, the Labello and blabla. I don’t even know why I’m blogging today; I don’t feel like writing/typing, whatever.
It’s been one year since MJ died and I guess they’ll be showing him whole day on TV.
Everyone’s been sending me texts to wish me Bon voyage and all, I am still very much lazy to reply. Seriously, I don’t have any idea why I’m writing.
I had such an awesome week with all the outings and lunch-ing and crazy-ing around. Mr. Mono gave me the nicest thing yesterday-> Sex and The City-The Book. Mr. Mono, THANK YOU. I hope I am going to read it during my flight, that is if I don’t end up watching all movies showing.
Oh seriously, some fans are really sick. Just look at how they’re shouting and screaming and falling unconscious, just to see a little finger coming out of the car of Michael. They aren’t even sure it is HIS finger. So dumb people, so dumb.No, I don’t have anything against the man. In fact, I even love some of his songs.
I was wondering, what is going to happen if music artists start using vuvuzelas in their songs? Oh my, that would be so wonderful. Eww. My ears.
I won’t be following any match as from today. I am so going to miss hearing the soft sound of them vuvuz, comment on the matches via my FB statuses, stress out when the commentator’s tone rises more than a notch, expecting a goal-but there is none.
All of a sudden I’m feeling very much excited for my flight tonight. But that feeling will soon be gone, for I am alone home, and I got no one to with whom to share my excitement. Yeah, sounds pathetic, I know. I am not a poor lonesome cowgirl. I am simply alone at home until mum comes. Even if she won’t be the one I can share some excitement with, being so stressed about what to pack and not herself. Duh.
I was feeling so lazy this morning to wake up to go to the parlor. Thing is I had to get my eyebrows shaped. Finally things are not always rosy-rosy when you are a lazy lady. But the eyebrows are not that bushy, they never were actually. But still, you have to get yourself pampered once in a while, don’t you?
Talking of which, this is exactly what I’m going to do before catching the flight.
So you’ve had enough of LBBAYMC for today. And that was your dose for the coming 30 days too.


P.s. Published June '10

Para-Gay


Sunday.

Mine is a boring one today.
Had a lovely night yesterday though.
But that was yesterday.
Normally I should have been blogging about how I love babies. Well, for Mr.Mono.
But I don’t feel like it.
So I’ll just blabber about everything and nothing today as well.


Since morning I’ve been swallowing calories-like the Almond-Sponge cake, Mozart chocolates, then Briani for lunch – I thought I would not eat non-veg – but there was fish in it and I couldn’t resist. No, I do not have willpower. I do not know what it is actually. Actually tuna is one of the few fishes I am able to eat without making a fuss because it doesn’t have so many bones[fish bones I’m talking about. In case you thought I believe the bones are bones meat has. Ok whatever.] which you have to fear while eating. Ok, I’m veg as from tomorrow, I SWEAR.

I am very much in love with 2 songs today. One of which is on repeat since I’ve found about it.It’s the instrumental version of the song and I am so adoring it.


Yesterday night in the party:
ABC: Hi, I’m XYZ.
Me: I’m Me.
[After much conversation]
Me: You are the XYZ who’s added me on Fb and whom I haven’t accepted because I do not know you, at least not until now?
ABC: Yeah. You can accept me now.
Me: Yeah, I will.
ABC: I’m used to seeing your feeds on my wall. Very funny. Haha.
Me: Oh yeah? How come? You aren’t in my friends boy.
ABC: Hell yeah ! I can see all your updates. Even if my request is pending.
[…]

So on hearing this I was literally gob smacked. Since the last few months some 900 people whos requests are pending since months and now I get to learn these people have been getting all my feeds while I never added them. Great.
I’ve spent my time ignoring them one by one [just in case I knew someone and ‘forgot’ to accept him] today and now I have only 6 friend requests. Well, from people whom I know but won’t add nor ignore. No, you don’t have to understand.

Slovenia and Para-Gay are playing.
Football is boring now. I hate it when everyone is watching it when I don’t want to. Or when I don’t want them to.

I am not home. For reasons like, I am at anty’s to meet my baby. My baby who is a grown-up of 4, going on 5 and who knows how to shout at his momma and daddy and who hits me on my nerves. A mini-me, he’s just the male version- and I don’t shout at dad, what I do is called talking with a greasy tone. Ok, translate that in Creole because I didn’t find the proper word to describe my cold attitude.

I am so in love with this song you can’t imagine.

Did you notice there is no heart in this post? Notice it then.

After everyone's smile...

I hate how cold I am tonight. Despite loving winters, I don't like it the least bit today.

And I won't get a sweater. I don't want to.

I wish men didn't like women.
I wish they could be programmed.
I wish everything was pink.
I wish I am happy always.
I wish everyone be happy.
I wish people smiled more.

I think Gopali is a nice name.

Long ago I'd have already been asleep right now. But lately sleeping at this hour is considered as relatively early. At least for me. Plus I've had a long nap today. Something I rarely have. Just to tell I am not sleepy right now.

I fell in love with this:

Promises are like babies... Fun to make... And hell to deliver. "

Nothing personal. And no, I am not depressed, thank you very much. And no, no one promised anything. And no one broke any of them promises... I just don't like babies. And promises.

P.s.   June 2010

What is Tantra ? ★


 No specific topic for today.
I do not like writing on topics actually. I’m sorry Mr.Mono [Hell, I love calling you this way]. I’ve got too many things to say about myself, being an unconditional lover of my own self. So much so that one day I was feeling suicidal [no, I am NOT suicidal], someone close said, “No, you love yourself way too much to leave yourself to die.” But I won’t mind writing about a specific subject from time to time.
The title  What is Tantra? I like the name – Tantra. Abi just mentioned it to me. Now explain what it is please? Thank you.
Anyway, where was I?
Yeah, today - the first time I got in car with my friend driving - she’s just got her driving license. Normally I should have been freaking out. But wasn’t the case. Ok, in the beginning I was, to be honest. Then I realized I would be wasting too much time worrying about whether I’m going to die next in an accident, so I started gossiping on whatever I had to. But I must say she’s a wonderful driver[and listener as well]. And I so felt like I SO NEED TO START MY DRIVING LESSONS ASAP.
HOWEVER thing is I am very much afraid [and lazy as well, but we’ll pretend the fear of roads and other vehicles comes before this one]. Finally, I am afraid of many, MANY things. Like heights – yeah, I am paralysed by heights and each time we go to the seaside, I make sure dad’s somewhere near me so I get to cling to him when walking on the rocks. Or noise – like I’m very afraid of fire crackers or even the pressure cooker. So afraid that all pressure cookers ever bought at home are those which do not make any sharp or sudden sound all pressure cookers normally do. BOOM. Or getting hurt – physically that is. Or of people talking loud. Or of male chauvinists on the roads who will horn at me for not driving well, or for reasons like MALES LOOK OUT FOR BABES ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE AND SO THEY HORN ON THE ROADS, EVEN IF YOU ARE DRIVING.
Star Plus’s “Rishta Vahi Soch Nayi ♪ is officially driving me crazy. No, I am too lazy to switch to another channel.And if you do not know what I’m blabbering about, either YouTube it, or get a life.
I was told [or complimented] I seem to have had lost weight by people who saw me after ages. [Ages → End of January 2010 - present, you go do the Maths.]
I am so hungry right now. But I’ve been eating so much during the day, I definitely need a detox diet. Nando’s and Chocolate Nutty Ice cream Waffles and Brownies right from South Africa ARE fattening. Anything good to the papillae is fattening anyway.
BY THE WAY, I met Mr. Chicken today. No, Mr. Chicken is not a she. He is a he. And he is black, with lots and lots of feathers and is the smoothest thing ever. He’s very fat though. Wouldn’t fit in my bed. And I’d soon get allergic to him, he’d collect dust in few days. I was very excited on seeing him. Love at first sight. Yeah, it was first sight of him.Mr. Chicken  I won’t be seeing him so soon now, so we’ll forget about him. It wasn’t love, it was a crush. So I’ll rephrase. Crush at first sight. Crush on a Chicken. It’s always better [and more gratifying] than having it on some male.
I AM THIRSTY!
I have to start learning for my oral test. God I so hate opening that book. Makes me sick on the very first page.
I’ve become so lazy I don’t even bother about replying to my texts now. And I’ve started finding MSN so boring, that most of my replies are LOLHAHAMUAHAHALOOOOOOLLOOOOOOOOOL nowadays. I even use my auto-message feature now. Well, just to pretend I am away from my laptop. Ok, to those who chat with me and never see me replying and are currently reading this, I’m joking. Or not. By the way “HAHA” is an emoticon – a monkey laughing out loud – which I got from Angel, which makes me think of her each time I use it. Angel isn’t an imaginary angel. No I’m not that desperate, mind you. [You see how I changed the topic? I know I’m good.]
OH MY, MY FEET ARE FROZEN.
My doctor just agreed he’s blonder than me. Made my day. Or night. Whatever it is.
 YES I AM STUPID.


P.s. Fifth post - June '10

Happy Crappy Valentine's Day !

4th post. Someday in June '10
Basically, I know I want to write. But I do not know what to write about exactly. Actually, Mr. Mono has been giving me tons of subjects on which I could write some sentences or a whole book, but I still do not know on what I’m gonna blog tonight.
Don’t call my name, Alejandro 
Sex and the City made me wish for someone like Mr. Big today. Yeah, I was finally able to go through the movie without anyone disturbing or without my checking msn or FB every 5 minutes.
SATC [ I know I used to wonder what it stood for blonde who loves SATC ] got me pretty much jealous in the beginning, with everything being so rosy for Carrie.No, you can’t be happy for her when you see Big buying her their apartment, which in fact is very close to being a palace. Neither when she wants a bigger closet, even if the existing one is already big enough for a family of 4 (Ok, 4 is exaggerating. Let’s say 2. ) and Big so lovingly agrees to arranging for a bigger one, which is practically the size of a bedroom for 2 children. All you can be is jealous. How can you not wish you had a Mr. Big? Plus the name itself already tells you that size will definitely not be a problem with him.
I want my Mr. Big.
And I want him to read me the love letter with the ending,
 ever thine
ever mine
ever ours….
 
OK, that is dreaming, I know.
I believe Carrie, Samantha and Miranda are nothing but ungrateful and never-satisfied babes. Not that I am never complaining, I agree I do, but these ones are extremists.Like seriously. They have Big, Smith and Steven perfect lovers that is, and all they think to do is leave the man, and cry. Chuchundris, why do you leave them to end up in their arms again? I so feel like pulling their hair out. And I want Margarita and a trip to Mexico.
Staying at home whole day doing nothing has definitely gotten me more frustrated than what I already am. I’ve been snacking on anything and everything. Not to mention Chocolate-ing. Shame on me for swallowing so many calories in one day.
P.s. Mono, the post about my love for babies will be tomorrow. Well, hopefully.
I love Charlotte 
And those shoes
And I don’t like couples.
At least those in love. [No, not all couples are in love]

I love the moon ♡


Dear Follower/Reader/Stalker/Whatever-you-want-to-be-referred-as,

I know it's sickening to find hearts everywhere on my posts, but I don't care much about what you think to be honest. I'm not here to please you, am I? Anyway. Tonight I'm loving the moon, even if I haven't looked at it. Thing is I saw this page on FB - well, you know, the pages you used to "Become a Fan" of, and which you now Like - which is the sweetest one ever [at least it is so tonight] -> When you miss me, look at the moon. No matter how far we are , we will be staring at the same moonOk, it might sound dumb for some of you, but again, I don't care. I love it. And no, I am not in love.

I'm tired. I had an awesome day. Okay, 'awesome' is exaggerated. I had a beautiful day. Thanks to Lobe.
Lobe who? You don't have to know. I know, and that is enough.

I don't know if this font color is what I want by the way. But I don't care tonight. No no, I am not at all pissed off. Far from that. Ok, I'm lying. Thing is shitty moods are contagious. And everyone's in an awful mood today. Like mum, dad, DOULE [like BIG time, believe me] then Angel, who's sending me IMs with sad emoticons, adding to my mood getting spoiled. Why can people not be happy? For once, SMILE ! PLEASE !

Ok, Italy's playing v/s Paraguay tonight and Para just scored. So? I am a supporter of none. I am only mentioning a fact.

Tomorrow I'll be home, doing nothing. Because I have got parents who are all tensed whole day long when their daughter is out, for reasons they are the only ones aware of. And who keep calling to ask, "Where are you? With whom? Did ABC not come with you? At what time will you be back? How will you come back?".
Dad says, "Quand tu auras des enfants tu vas comprendre pourquoi on reagit comme ca." I'm sorry Dad, I won't ever get to know that; I am planning not to have any EVER.

I've just eaten Tumbles -> The one with raisins. The one that I love  Obviously, it's chocolate.

I'm going to sleep early tonight. Well, relatively early that is.

Oh my, I just remembered Sagoo-Ice-cream and feel like having it now. Duh.

Ok, after Doule, now it's Angel who's complaining about her and her boyfriend. God, whoever told you to fall in love? Love drives people crazier than what they already are. As if crazy wasn't enough.

I got my loveliest feedback on Boobzette today morning. From the one who's always been here to love my words -> MyMoune  I love you babe (: And thank you loads for those words :) YeToum.

I know I said I was going to bed early. But I can't stop typing.

Ok, I'm knackered.

I love MoraPiya.

You must be a real ignorant thing if you do not know what it is.

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P.s. 2nd post - Published 15-Jun-10