- Salvador Dali you crazy motherfucker.
Life in East and life in West, they are both so different.
In Whitechapel, life is more surreal
In Chiswick, life is calm and a place to go and hibernate because no-one is here anymore. I guess I prefer the drama in Whitechapel because the drama in Chiswick is boring and I'm getting so tired of it because It never changes and It's also like living in a bubble.Not that I don't like that sometimes, which is why I occassionally come back.It's quite boring most of the time.
People are wondering why Cher didn't cry when she was booted out of the X Factor
It's because she has a £1000,000 record deal...
The first time she auditioned, you could see the dollar sign in Simon Cowell's eyes.
Willow Smith =
How could her dad let her sing these lyrics
''I whip it real hard
Real hard
I Whip it real hard''
Whip what exactly? Her hair? I highly doubt it.
''Shake em off'' Shake who off?! men?! at her age?! She may look amazing blah blah blah but Shouldn't she be singing about barbie dolls and having her first WKD, if that.Isn't she like 10 years old?
Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Tuesday, 7 December 2010
Tornado Fetish.
These are probably one of my favourite things to research and watch. Oh god, how sad does that sound?!
It's just so interesting that they are huge and caused by nature, the reach to the clouds and something that you probably didn't know is that in the middle of a tornado, it is completely peaceful. Even though tornadoes are destructive, I can imagine that they are incredible to watch. One day I would love to see one. Maybe even be in one? no that's a bit insane but I wish there was more video footage up close of a tornado. I don't know how this obsession started. I am not alone, there are other people who are also a member of ''Storm Chasers'' Even though I've never actually even seen a ''storm''. If I did, I would like to take photographs like these.....
This one looks slightly photoshopped????
It's just so interesting that they are huge and caused by nature, the reach to the clouds and something that you probably didn't know is that in the middle of a tornado, it is completely peaceful. Even though tornadoes are destructive, I can imagine that they are incredible to watch. One day I would love to see one. Maybe even be in one? no that's a bit insane but I wish there was more video footage up close of a tornado. I don't know how this obsession started. I am not alone, there are other people who are also a member of ''Storm Chasers'' Even though I've never actually even seen a ''storm''. If I did, I would like to take photographs like these.....
This one looks slightly photoshopped????
The Past And The Present.
My brother has become really cool... For someone who I thought didn't listen to ANY music, likes AC/DC and The Beatles AND Queen?! This is truly a shocker.Especially if you knew Ben.
My 14 year old brother who is really more of a 10 year old.
Jeremy Kyle- you are no longer my guilty pleasure, you have dissapointed me with your repetitive nature of revolting looking creatures who havn't learnt how to use a condom , you know that latex thing that you put on the end of it? no...okay.
All of the people are exactly the same, I swear I've seen some of the same people on the show at least 3 times? to get 3 DNA tests because they have slept with multiple people.
I went to Brighton University open day today which was kind of pointless seeing as I went to a talk about history of art when I want to apply for fine art...
My dad came with me-big mistake. He was so cringe, he fell asleep in the auditorium where the talk was being held (there were like 30 people there) I was debating whether or not to wake him up. I thought about this for a good 2 minutes because
1. If I wake him up, he might twitch and grunt noisely
2. If I don't wake him up, he could potentially begin to snore very loudly which knowing my dad would be most likely to occur.
I thought that if he did snore, I would try and move away. Anyway I just left him. Thank god only 10 minutes of the talk was left.
I think I should disguise people's identity better in my blog. Everyone seems to know who I am talking about in most posts. I don't know if this is a bad thing or not because I have not recieved any complaints as of yet. Also it shows how I feel about some people, but in a more cowardly way.
I get the most random phonecalls from friends who I always thought I wasn't particularly close to, which is a nice surprise because it makes me think that I am more connected with my old friends who have gone off to Uni. At the same time, I have fallen out with people who I never thought I would fall out with, some of them have been surprising, some not. When I think of the reasons why we have fallen out, they seem stupid...well some of them aren't but those are broken friendships that are impossible to recover from. I always want to see the best in everyone because I don't like thinking that someone could be THAT nasty. I have a soft spot for a lot of people. People who I have always loved having as a friend, people who I couldn't imagine my life without, people who I know make a huge difference to my day.
I find people very confusing at times and hard to read but I guess that just makes things a bit more interesting, not necessarily in a good way.
In an odd way I miss the people I used to be friends with, I know that they are not genuine people but it was a lot of fun while it lasted. I guess it can be a good memory that I can look back on, we shouldn't dwell on the past. Maybe it was just that life was easier in general then, when I was 15. At the time, I thought my life was really hard but now that I look back on it, it wasn't at all, to be honest it was so easy. Especially compared to now. I wonder what those people are doing now, the people I spent 2 intense years with. I can guarantee some of them have probably become smackheads...or drug dealers... a lot of them have had babies too. What a lovely combination.
Maybe something like this.........
My 14 year old brother who is really more of a 10 year old.
Jeremy Kyle- you are no longer my guilty pleasure, you have dissapointed me with your repetitive nature of revolting looking creatures who havn't learnt how to use a condom , you know that latex thing that you put on the end of it? no...okay.
All of the people are exactly the same, I swear I've seen some of the same people on the show at least 3 times? to get 3 DNA tests because they have slept with multiple people.
I went to Brighton University open day today which was kind of pointless seeing as I went to a talk about history of art when I want to apply for fine art...
My dad came with me-big mistake. He was so cringe, he fell asleep in the auditorium where the talk was being held (there were like 30 people there) I was debating whether or not to wake him up. I thought about this for a good 2 minutes because
1. If I wake him up, he might twitch and grunt noisely
2. If I don't wake him up, he could potentially begin to snore very loudly which knowing my dad would be most likely to occur.
I thought that if he did snore, I would try and move away. Anyway I just left him. Thank god only 10 minutes of the talk was left.
I think I should disguise people's identity better in my blog. Everyone seems to know who I am talking about in most posts. I don't know if this is a bad thing or not because I have not recieved any complaints as of yet. Also it shows how I feel about some people, but in a more cowardly way.
I get the most random phonecalls from friends who I always thought I wasn't particularly close to, which is a nice surprise because it makes me think that I am more connected with my old friends who have gone off to Uni. At the same time, I have fallen out with people who I never thought I would fall out with, some of them have been surprising, some not. When I think of the reasons why we have fallen out, they seem stupid...well some of them aren't but those are broken friendships that are impossible to recover from. I always want to see the best in everyone because I don't like thinking that someone could be THAT nasty. I have a soft spot for a lot of people. People who I have always loved having as a friend, people who I couldn't imagine my life without, people who I know make a huge difference to my day.
I find people very confusing at times and hard to read but I guess that just makes things a bit more interesting, not necessarily in a good way.
In an odd way I miss the people I used to be friends with, I know that they are not genuine people but it was a lot of fun while it lasted. I guess it can be a good memory that I can look back on, we shouldn't dwell on the past. Maybe it was just that life was easier in general then, when I was 15. At the time, I thought my life was really hard but now that I look back on it, it wasn't at all, to be honest it was so easy. Especially compared to now. I wonder what those people are doing now, the people I spent 2 intense years with. I can guarantee some of them have probably become smackheads...or drug dealers... a lot of them have had babies too. What a lovely combination.
Maybe something like this.........
Sunday, 5 December 2010
A Representation Of The Fashion Industry: FALSE
Dove Evolution.
I know it's really old but It's just so good.
Saturday, 4 December 2010
You Sexy Thang.
WWWWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWW
Imagine waking up next to THAT.
His parents don't talk to him anymore.No seriously, the don't.
I'd be far too scared to even look at him let alone have a casual conversation with him.
His plastic surgery is inspired by cats. He believes that in his past life he was a cat and his heritage was a tribe who looked like this? apparetly so.
Applying For Fine Art
I am actually quite scared that unis that I am applying to will see this blog...
You know how work places and universities always stalk your facebook, blog, etc...
Maybe I should say this is my extra curricular activity.
So the other night I was at my friends party in halls and this GREASY, DISGUSTING, REVOLTING, HORRENDOUS, SICKENING CREATURE comes up to me with his discoloured teeth which had brown stains on them and his GREASY mop of GREASY hair (if you could even call it that, I'd say it was more of a wig that someone had shat on) grabs my arm (hard) and tries to drag me off to his room in halls.
GREASY WIG MAN: Starts saying how he can be my Ken (because my nickname is Barbie) What a revolting line.I bet he thought he was being really smooth. well you weren't you freaky creature.
''Just come for one drink'' He looks at me with an attempted seductive glare. It looks like he has been hit by a bus or something.
ME: ''ERRR no fuck off you cunt''
GREASE MAN : ''But we have a Dj in our room'' as if this is some sort of ploy to impress me-which believe me I am so far from.
He is still gripping my arm like a slimeball so at this point I am actually QUITE scared, on a scale of 1-10 I would say I was nearer the 10 mark. I struggle to get him off me so I could disinfect myself ASAP. Afterwards, I just call a cab and go home. He put me in such a bad mood. Stupid cunt.
You know how work places and universities always stalk your facebook, blog, etc...
Maybe I should say this is my extra curricular activity.
So the other night I was at my friends party in halls and this GREASY, DISGUSTING, REVOLTING, HORRENDOUS, SICKENING CREATURE comes up to me with his discoloured teeth which had brown stains on them and his GREASY mop of GREASY hair (if you could even call it that, I'd say it was more of a wig that someone had shat on) grabs my arm (hard) and tries to drag me off to his room in halls.
GREASY WIG MAN: Starts saying how he can be my Ken (because my nickname is Barbie) What a revolting line.I bet he thought he was being really smooth. well you weren't you freaky creature.
''Just come for one drink'' He looks at me with an attempted seductive glare. It looks like he has been hit by a bus or something.
ME: ''ERRR no fuck off you cunt''
GREASE MAN : ''But we have a Dj in our room'' as if this is some sort of ploy to impress me-which believe me I am so far from.
He is still gripping my arm like a slimeball so at this point I am actually QUITE scared, on a scale of 1-10 I would say I was nearer the 10 mark. I struggle to get him off me so I could disinfect myself ASAP. Afterwards, I just call a cab and go home. He put me in such a bad mood. Stupid cunt.
The Things That Everyone Thinks About
It's been a long time since i have written. I really do want to blog more. I wish that I could write and describe more personal scenarios that happen in my life but then I would talk about certain people who would then see what I write about them. A lot of the things I write, I wish I could tell those people how I feel about them but that would be innapropriate.
God it's been so long since I've written. I keep losing my trail of thought.
Why do women feel the need to be loved and in a relationship? Is it because they feel pressurized to have some form of security in their lives? Is it because they have lack of attention and love from their parents? A bad relationship with their fathers? Maybe it is all of the above. I had a friend that could not get enough from men. She would sleep around with multiple guys, all one night stands with peoplee she was not attracted to and it's not like she was drunk either. The reason for her doing this was so obvious to see to those who knew her. It was the relationship she had with he father. Or lack of relationship really. He was never around when she was a child as his job was abroad. Then later on in her teenage years he had an affair and then divorced her mother. Basically he acted like a selfish prick and then fucked off with his mistress to a shitty council estate. Now it should make sense why she chooses to have sex with men she has no interest in.
I find it interesting to stand back and evaluate people like this. People who are so complex and messed up that it actually is impossible to change.
I also find relationships interesting to evaluate. Especially since I have been in some....interesting ones. I'm going to make this blog quite personal. The post I am about to write is not to make anyone feel sorry for me, It's not for anyone to say ''Oh poor her she must feel like shit'' because I don't. And this is one of those things that some people take so badly and then the stereotype of men being assholes to women comes into play.
My now ex boyfriend (thank GOD I got away....eventually) and I were dating for two years on and off. He was a typical loser. No job, NO money, Lived with his mum on white city council estate, then when she had enough of him, he lived with his dad on a council estate in Northolt, had no qualifications, never went to Uni , had like...3 friends who he never saw and basically if we're being honest did not really have anything to live for.
I met 'X' on St.Pauls Green when I was 15 and before I met him, I was dating another loser from St.Pauls Green. before I was going out with X, the person I was dating cheated on me with a girl (who was my good friend) called ''Nemo'' so I broke up with him. I then started seeing 'X' he was absolutely delightful, a real treat after the way my ex boyfriend treated me. He was an angel for about 3 months. He did everything for me, he was kind, trustworthy,caring,sweet, took me out for dinner and to the cinema, for my birthday he bought me a pink mp3 player (Bear in mind he had no money) and did whatever he could to make me happy
and then gradually he started to change, I don't remember noticing it at first because it was such a gradual process but then I remember his irratic mood swings and irritable behaviour towards me. On on occasion he was playing X Box and I was wearing red lipstick which smeared on his top, he got up, started swearing at me, threw the controller at the screen and then took of his top which he threw at the wall.
He controlled and manipulated every part of my life which I cannot believe I let him do. He stopped me from going to my best friends' birthday and to every other outing. I ended up missing out on a lot, Seeing my friends was not an option because everyday I would be at his house. My mother had banned him from coming to our house after my 16th birthday because of the way he would not let me spend time with my friends or drink too much.
I broke up with him after 1 year. The break up was horrible. I punched him in the face 4 times and threw his beloved skateboard into the road.
He knew this girl called Chelsea and after we broke up he started seeing her. Then we got back together and he, for some reason, would'nt tell her that we were together again. After multiple times of him choosing chelsea over me, I decided to end it. Little did I know we would be together again, 9 months later.
A week after our break up, In which he chased after me like a hungry dog, he started seeing ''Nemo'' , the girl who my other ex cheated on me with. After a few weeks, they broke up and me and X were back together again, for the 10000000th time. Little did I know that he was still the same moody mess of a person who had gotten ''Nemo'' pregnant. That was the cherry on top. I made the mistake of staying with him.
That was not the end. There was more in for me.
On halloween he had promised to go out with me and my friends which made me ecstatic because he never ever came out with me. Then he changed his mind, we had a huge arguement in which led to me saying that I hated him. I look back now and feel happy that I said those words because it is the reason we broke up for good. After that he refused to speak to me for 2 whole months, he would not answer the phone when i tried to call him 50 times a day and send him numerous text messages so I knew something was going on. I found out via facebook (good old facebook) that he was cheating on me with a 17 year old (he was 23) I saw messages saying ''I love you'' Blah BLah BLAH. So I rang him and he eventually admitted it.
The End.
I look back now and feel happy that what happened, happened. All I needed was for him to cheat so it would give me a reason not to go back to him. It sounds so stupid and ridiculous that I stayed with him throughout all of that.
It's interesting to see how weak a relationship can make you. It doesn't necessarily have to be a loving and committed one. A destructive one can weaken you just as much over time. I feel sorry for his current girlfriend. She is so young and probably so naiive. I am not angry at her in the slightest because she did not know who I was, she didn;t care who I was because she had never even met me. she was just someone who had met someone who she thought was a nice guy and he just happened to be in a relationship.
God it's been so long since I've written. I keep losing my trail of thought.
Why do women feel the need to be loved and in a relationship? Is it because they feel pressurized to have some form of security in their lives? Is it because they have lack of attention and love from their parents? A bad relationship with their fathers? Maybe it is all of the above. I had a friend that could not get enough from men. She would sleep around with multiple guys, all one night stands with peoplee she was not attracted to and it's not like she was drunk either. The reason for her doing this was so obvious to see to those who knew her. It was the relationship she had with he father. Or lack of relationship really. He was never around when she was a child as his job was abroad. Then later on in her teenage years he had an affair and then divorced her mother. Basically he acted like a selfish prick and then fucked off with his mistress to a shitty council estate. Now it should make sense why she chooses to have sex with men she has no interest in.
I find it interesting to stand back and evaluate people like this. People who are so complex and messed up that it actually is impossible to change.
I also find relationships interesting to evaluate. Especially since I have been in some....interesting ones. I'm going to make this blog quite personal. The post I am about to write is not to make anyone feel sorry for me, It's not for anyone to say ''Oh poor her she must feel like shit'' because I don't. And this is one of those things that some people take so badly and then the stereotype of men being assholes to women comes into play.
My now ex boyfriend (thank GOD I got away....eventually) and I were dating for two years on and off. He was a typical loser. No job, NO money, Lived with his mum on white city council estate, then when she had enough of him, he lived with his dad on a council estate in Northolt, had no qualifications, never went to Uni , had like...3 friends who he never saw and basically if we're being honest did not really have anything to live for.
I met 'X' on St.Pauls Green when I was 15 and before I met him, I was dating another loser from St.Pauls Green. before I was going out with X, the person I was dating cheated on me with a girl (who was my good friend) called ''Nemo'' so I broke up with him. I then started seeing 'X' he was absolutely delightful, a real treat after the way my ex boyfriend treated me. He was an angel for about 3 months. He did everything for me, he was kind, trustworthy,caring,sweet, took me out for dinner and to the cinema, for my birthday he bought me a pink mp3 player (Bear in mind he had no money) and did whatever he could to make me happy
and then gradually he started to change, I don't remember noticing it at first because it was such a gradual process but then I remember his irratic mood swings and irritable behaviour towards me. On on occasion he was playing X Box and I was wearing red lipstick which smeared on his top, he got up, started swearing at me, threw the controller at the screen and then took of his top which he threw at the wall.
He controlled and manipulated every part of my life which I cannot believe I let him do. He stopped me from going to my best friends' birthday and to every other outing. I ended up missing out on a lot, Seeing my friends was not an option because everyday I would be at his house. My mother had banned him from coming to our house after my 16th birthday because of the way he would not let me spend time with my friends or drink too much.
I broke up with him after 1 year. The break up was horrible. I punched him in the face 4 times and threw his beloved skateboard into the road.
He knew this girl called Chelsea and after we broke up he started seeing her. Then we got back together and he, for some reason, would'nt tell her that we were together again. After multiple times of him choosing chelsea over me, I decided to end it. Little did I know we would be together again, 9 months later.
A week after our break up, In which he chased after me like a hungry dog, he started seeing ''Nemo'' , the girl who my other ex cheated on me with. After a few weeks, they broke up and me and X were back together again, for the 10000000th time. Little did I know that he was still the same moody mess of a person who had gotten ''Nemo'' pregnant. That was the cherry on top. I made the mistake of staying with him.
That was not the end. There was more in for me.
On halloween he had promised to go out with me and my friends which made me ecstatic because he never ever came out with me. Then he changed his mind, we had a huge arguement in which led to me saying that I hated him. I look back now and feel happy that I said those words because it is the reason we broke up for good. After that he refused to speak to me for 2 whole months, he would not answer the phone when i tried to call him 50 times a day and send him numerous text messages so I knew something was going on. I found out via facebook (good old facebook) that he was cheating on me with a 17 year old (he was 23) I saw messages saying ''I love you'' Blah BLah BLAH. So I rang him and he eventually admitted it.
The End.
I look back now and feel happy that what happened, happened. All I needed was for him to cheat so it would give me a reason not to go back to him. It sounds so stupid and ridiculous that I stayed with him throughout all of that.
It's interesting to see how weak a relationship can make you. It doesn't necessarily have to be a loving and committed one. A destructive one can weaken you just as much over time. I feel sorry for his current girlfriend. She is so young and probably so naiive. I am not angry at her in the slightest because she did not know who I was, she didn;t care who I was because she had never even met me. she was just someone who had met someone who she thought was a nice guy and he just happened to be in a relationship.
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