Saturday, August 25, 2007
Share the love of procrastination!
Take the first letter of your first name:A-PrettyB-GorgeousC-GangsterD-PopularE-AmazingF-GirlyG-DykeH-SweetI-Retardedj-Very SexyK-BeautifulL-FabulousM-SluttyN-PreppyO-HotP- Fucking uglyQ-PunkyR-HotS-SexyT- EmotionalU-UglyV-WonderfulW-HottX-BitchyY-Under-appreciatedZ-Over-appreciatedNow the third letter in your middle name (otherwise, your last name):A-beauty queenB- BabeC-BitchD-ObsesserE- God (ess)F-RetardG-Queen/ KingH-SlutI-GirlJ-GothK-NerdL-sex godM- WhoreN-AlcoholicO-GeekP-SkankQ-CrackwhoreR-pornstarS-Prince (ess)T-Sex MachineU-Cry BabyV-JackassW-PunkX-Scaredy-catY-CowardZ-ChocoholicNow What Colour Is the Shirt You Are Wearing:Red- Who's Good With My Handspurple- Who Looks At Porn 24/7Orange- Who Likes It In The ButtYellow- Who Wants To Have Sex With YouGreen- Who will do anything for SexPink- Who Will Do Anything For Crackblue- Who likes to stripWhite- Who everyone wants to fuckBrown- Who Wears Big SunglassesBlack- Who will rock your worldGray- who gives great headNone-who is a beast in bed= I am a pretty bitch who will do anything for sexWasting time is fun. :)
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Boys Are A Waste Of Time
That's it, the subject line says it all. :)...Anyway, I'm the luckiest girl in my flat. All my friends are having hang ups or problems because the boys they like are being exactly what they are -- boys. Immature, afraid of commitment (thinking that staying in a relationship longer than one month means is equivalent to some kind of marriage vow).I think that this time of the year is a time of inbetweeness. From the frenzy of Christmas, new years, Valentines day, suddenly a quiet time roles around and gives everyone a time to reflect. Of course, when guys think too much, they end up being silly. Yes, yes... girls can be silly too. Overthink about things and what's happened and cross analyze whatever guys do. But guys, honestly. I just don't get them.Although, to be hypocritical, I wouldn't mind having a guy right now. More for physical reasons rather than emotional ones (though the latter play a role as well). :PARE MEN SILLY? Tell me what you think.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Saturday, August 11, 2007
On Food
Living alone, as a student, has really influenced the way I look at food. Suddenly you're aware of how much meat costs, how much you eat, and how much TIME it takes to do everything.I've been having fun in the kitchen, however, and I thought I'd share some of the meals I've come up with.Possibly the cheapest thing ever would be Italian Pasta Fagioli (literally, pasta beans). It's like a cross between a minestrone and a stew. .Pasta FagioliYou need at least: 1 tin of tomatoes (or tomato sauce), 2 different tins of beans, onion, garlic, pasta (not spaghetti, think penne or orecchiette).More ingredients can be added for those with larger budgets, such as pieces of ham/bacon/sausage, herbs, etc.1. Fry the garlic and onion in some oil2. Drain and add the tinned tomatoes, mushing them into a thick pulp. This is when you can add some herbs.3. Add a glass of water. If you have stock cubes, dissolve a little of one in the water first. Let the mixture simmer.3. Start cooking the pasta in a separate pot.4. Drain, rinse and add the tinned beans to the tomato pot. This is when you can add meat or other stuff like chopped vegetables.5. When the pasta is nearly cooked, drain it and add it to the mixture. 6. Leave it on a low heat for 20 minutes to half an hour.7. Serve yourself a bowl, grate some cheese on top if you want.This will produce quite a lot of food. It doesn't look amazing but it does taste good and it's wholesome. I also created a strange tuna bake crossed with cottage pie. You can do this with a really large variety of ingredients. Tuna Bake PieYou'll need: a tin of tuna, tinned tomatos, some veg, onion, garlic, potatoes1. Start boiling the potatoes and put on the oven to a medium heat.2. Fry the garlic and onion.3. Add the tinned tomatoes and make a smooth sauce.4. Add the tuna.5. Add some veg. I added a chopped carrot and a chopped pepper. Cut them quite small. (If you stop here, you have a tasty pasta sauce!)6. Put the mixture into an oven proof dish.7. Slice the potatoes and cover the mixture with potatoe slices. Or you could mash the potatoes and cover the mixture with mash.8. Grate some cheese on top.9. Stick it in the oven for half an hourish. I'm thinking tonight of trying to make savoury pancakes... I'll tell you how that goes!
Monday, July 9, 2007
they always said that sex would change you...
Some Dresden Dolls lyrics (see subject line) got me thinking about sex. (I've noticed, a lot of things make me think about sex. But that's another matter. Great way to stay awake in lectures though, I'll have you know!)I remember when I was younger, and more innocent. I had never been kissed or properly fancied any real guy. I say real because, of course, I had massive crushes and fantasies about anime characters, book characters, etc. Saiyuki and YYH and Harry Potter were large sources of these very attractive imaginary males.Does anyone remember that phase in their life? Those little fantasies, daydreams, little stories. And for me a lot of it wasn't romance, it was lust-filled and crazy and wild (quite amusing now, considering my lack of experience).But then I encountered real guys. Semi crushes, flings, making out... and after a while, my first proper boyfriend.The boys I used to fantasy about crumpled like the paper they were made of before the real maleness before me. And now that I've been dumped, I just feel kind of sad and lonely. I went through the rebound phase of "finally! it's great to be single and sexy and about town!" and now I just feel... I don't know, actually. Empty. Low. Wondering whether there actually is anyone out there worth my time.An attempt to return to the books that used to be a source of endless comfort was frustrating. Daydreams don't satisfy me any more.I want a guy. But not just a lovesick puppy (trust me, I tried that, and ended up feeling very guilty for using him to clear up any remaining rebound issues). Lovesick puppy type guys... I personally find them a turn off. I don't know why. It's just too easy. I want a challenge. Someone that keeps me on my toes. An attractive bad boy with his left eyebrow pierced (don't ask why, I don't know either) and with amazing skills in bed. Preferably with dark hair and green eyes, but I suppose blond is okay too.I guess I want a lot. But who doesn't? I guess I'm still expecting to find true love... I'm sure you all have similar stories. What are your tricks to being 100% happy and self-confident whilst single?And by the way... if you see my guy, please send him in my direction. ;)
Sunday, July 8, 2007
Internet Socializing
I was thinking about one of my friends, who met her current boyfriend on the internet. As far as I understand, she met him online three years ago, and met him on a couple occasions. Now she has moved here and has been physically seeing him for two years.I can’t imagine anything of the sort happening to me. I could not seriously think I was dating somehow if I had never met them, or only met them once or twice. It’s different, perhaps, if a couple already has a long history and is then separated and continues to stay in touch via the net. But meeting on the net? Dating on the net?Why is it that internet dating is so popular? There are a multitude of websites dedicated to finding our exact match. Why would anyone want that? Aren’t opposites supposed to attract?Perhaps, in a more and more franticly paced society, internet dating helps you narrow down potential candidates whilst still giving you a wider pool to fish from.But it is not only dating that is incredibly on the increase on the net. Basic social interaction is increasingly occurring on the internet rather than face to face. Could it be that msn and websites such as facebook, myspace, etc are replacing real social interactions? I wonder whether future generations will spend more time at the computer than outside. Or more probably, will have portable computers in the shape of glasses with which to chat to people in an msn-like style. It could have its bonuses, I suppose... you could message a hot guy crossing the road in front of you!In any case, will future generations be less socially adept? Msn is supposed to mimic real life interaction, and is constantly being remodelled to be more interactive, such as the addition of new smileys, winks, display pics, games, etc.Think about it though, how many of the developers of msn software are successfully socially? I don’t mean to be conditioned by stereotypes, but most of the programmers I’ve met are introverted. Anyway, whatever additions they make, they cannot recreate the real thing, but only a simulation of it. Is a simulation good enough?In some cases, it seems to be. Many people, myself included, have made friends over the internet, people I’ve never met but share interests or passions with. Is the friendship real? Can it be considered a friendship if you hide your own identity, your name, often even your own face. But although people hide their identity to their nameless internet friends, they spill out their darkest innermost secrets. Why is it easier to confide in people you've never met? They can judge you just like any other person. Is it simply because you know they can’t judge you to your face? They can’t speak to people you know, and tell them what they heard?Are internet friends ears with no mouths?I have no answers, only lots of questions. So tell me what you think.
Friday, July 6, 2007
The Bible, The Gospels, Etc
How much is myth? How much is fact? How much is fiction?None of the gospels were actually written firsthand. Most of them were written thirty or forty years after Christ died. Try to write a detailed autobiography of someone you knew thirty years ago (if you’re old enough). How much can you really remember about someone other than yourself?During Catechism, I had serious doubts about the veracity of the stories I was being told about a man, a son of God (Are we not all children of God? Why is he so special?), who had wandered the Earth teaching people about the “true” religion.I could feel potential truth in the idea of the existence of a God, but the stories I was being told struck me as simply that—stories. Not truth. To me they were methods of bringing across important teachings. Yet some people believe J.C. existed, lived. They believe he died at the cross and was reborn. (Which, I may add, is a form of reincarnation, so to all those ardent Christians out there saying Asian religions are utterly wrong, stop to think before speaking. Please.)Was he really reborn? Maybe he just died on the cross and everything else following is fiction. Maybe he was only unconscious when he was taken down, or maybe a conspirator had him drugged to look dead.Maybe he lived a long life, married, had children. What would be so wrong with a life like that, which after all is the kind of life people lead? Having family does not impair your ability to do good. Why do holy people have to be celibate?Like Mary, Jesus’ mother; the virgin mother. She was married. It is impossible that she was a virgin, considering that Jewish tradition dictates that a marriage should be consummated on the very same night the union is formed.And then the poor other Mary: Mary Magdalene, the (supposed) prostitute. Perhaps she was just unlucky enough to fall in love with a man who was supposed to remain celibate, and as she couldn’t have an immaculate conception, she was deemed to be the epitome of all things evil in women.Which Mary are we? (I, for one, cannot conceive without some assistance.)The Church seems to like having a woman to pick on. First, everything is blamed on Eve, then a woman who might have been or would have liked to be involved with Jesus is called a prostitute. (In any case, how dumb must Adam have been?)I am hard-pressed to accept stories from the bible and gospels as true. Perhaps I am the modern Doubting Thomas, or maybe it is the result of a series of disillusionments. I cannot have faith in stories like these. All I can do is have faith in people. After all, who cares what someone did two thousand years ago? The past is dead.
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