Radio Playlist - 1

Bonjour!

So my school has a radio room (boo-yah!) and I get to play music in it sometimes.
I wasn't to put a list of my radio playlists somewhere, so why not here? :P

Here is the first playlist I made which I played about a fortnight ago :)

You'll Be Mine (ft. R3hab) ~ Havana Brown
Infectious ~ Fonik
Euphoria ~ Loreen
Kiss With a Fist ~ Florence + The Machine
Airplanes (ft. Hayley Williams) ~ B.O.B
Surround ~ In-Flight Safety
Our Perfect Disease ~ The Wombats
Up All Night ~ One Direction
No Consequences ~ VersaEmerge
Just A Dream ~ Nelly
The Ballad of Mona Lisa ~ Panic! at the Disco
Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F.) ~ Katy Perry
Plans ~ Birds of Tokyo
Jungle ~ Emma Louise
Give Me Your Hand (Best Song Ever) ~ The Ready Set

:)

I'm as red as a red tomato.

Aloha Bloggerinos :)

I am a tomato. Or rather, I blush like a red tomato.

Blushing is the physiological occurrence of temporary redness of the face as an emotional response.
(definition from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blush - because I do my research)
But for me, blushing is just a mega embarrassing occurrence in which I feel like putting a paper bag over my head. Is it really necessary to make my face completely rouge?

If someone says something slightly flirty to me, I go bright red.

If someone gives me a compliment, I go bright red.

If I sit too long in the sun, I go bright red.

There is just no winning!

21 Questions Game!

I am really bored and have the attention span of a gnat, so I Googled "21 Questions".
Apparently you're supposed to play this game with your partner ... well I'm single but I'm going to do it anyway
#breakingrulesftw

This is one of the lists that Yahoo Answers (funny - I Googled it and Yahoo appeared ... oh dear) came up:

1. What was your favourite Halloween costume and why?

Hmm ... my fav Halloween costume ... I've never really dressed up that much for Halloween, and I can't remember any costumes I've seen others dressed as (see, brain of a gnat) but I do remember one year my sister dressed up as a corpse bride. She was so cute in her little costume (she was about 7 years old at the time) and I did her makeup and she looked so freakishly adorable! She wasn't happy with the makeup, but I think it looked pretty close to a corpse bride :P

 2. If you could have dinner with any three people from any time, fictional or non-fictional, who would they be and why?

I was asked this question by a teacher recently, but I can't remember what my answer was....

Buuuuuut I guess I'd have to choose:

(a) Albert Einstein: he is one of the most amazing people of all time and I would love to meet him and listen to all the things he'd say. He is one of my role models and my hair is so crazy that I swear we must be distantly related.

(b) Channing Tatum: so I can perv on him all night ... I mean, err, I'm sure he has some very wise bits of knowledge too...

(c) People always say "Adolf Hitler, because he was so influential in time and he had a funny moustache.." However, I would very muchly prefer to have lunch with Dr Who because he IS the most influential person in time, in my opinion. I would have to have it with the Eleventh Doctor though because he's my favourite one.

 3. If you could be invisible, where would you go and what would you do?

I would probably just find some nice place to sit and spend my whole day watching people.

This sounds ridiculously stalker-ish, but I find human behaviour so interesting, and watching people when you're not invisible gets awkward because they really do think you're a stalker...

 4. If your life was turned into a movie, what actor would play you?

Pffft I can act .... yeah ..... seriously I can .... I promise .... yeah .....

 5. What made you laugh the hardest in your entire life?

When I was in a Friday afternoon double maths lesson with one of my friends earlier this year, and we were solving tricky derivative questions (I think...) and we kept getting the answers wrong. But as we continued to, he kept getting more and more frustrated. Class ended, but he was determined to finish this one question, so I waited for him. He was entering the last few digits into the calculator, pressed 'enter' then ... "Syntax Error". He leapt out of his seat as he yelled out a word I will not repeat, dropped his calculator and threw his pencil so hard at the desk that it rebounded and flew off somewhere. His face was bright red. It was just such a fantastic reaction after that maths lesson that I just couldn't stop laughing. I felt kind of bad for him, but it's ok because we got the right answer eventually :)

 6. What's your favourite childhood memory?

I tend to remember the traumatising childhood memories most ... particularly when I accidently flushed my favourite dummy down the toilet ... I was about three years old and the first thing I said was "Mummy get it?"

 7. If you were a waiter and a customer was being rude, would you spit in their food?

NO! If a customer was being rude I'd ask them to leave. I would never spit in someone's food, no matter how tempting. I don't like spitting.

 8. What is your deepest regret?

Being too afraid to try new things - things that would take me out of my comfort zone. I've always been one who over-evaluates the risks and then misses out on great opportunities.

 9. Have you ever dated someone from another race? Would you?

Yeah ... an alien.

Joking!! But I did date a Portuguese guy for over a year. I have nothing against other races, everyone should be given the opportunity to be themselves without being judged.

 10. What was your first date like?

It was totally awkward because I was 14 or 15 years old and my dad was really freaking out about it, so he made my mum come with us! We went to the movies: he and I sat at the back and my mum sat several rows and to one side in-front of us.

 11. What's the worst lie you ever told? Did you get caught?

I don't lie ... except in bed ;)

 12. If you suddenly found yourself turned into a woman, how would you spend your day?

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! ^I am a female lol. I would do what I normally do - clean the kitchen, iron and complain that I still had so much to do (I'm not even an adult and I already complain).

 13. How do you handle people you don't like?

I just either be polite but avoid much conversation, or just ignore them. Depends how much I don't like them :P

 14. Would you rather be smart and ugly or dumb and beautiful?

Can't I have the best of both?!

 15. Do you have a sexual fantasy no one else knows about?

LOLWUT?! Why did I pick these questions without reading them all O_O

Umm ... I don't really think about that stuff
#innocentchild

 16. What's the difference between sex and making love?

...

 17. If you could change the age at which you lost your virginity, would you? Would it be younger or older and why?

I ... don't ... think ... this ... is ... what ... the ... heck ... I ... don't ... even ... I ... haven't ... lost ... wtf?!

 18. What's the craziest place you ever had sex?

Seriously wondering why I picked these questions T_T

 19. Have you ever had sex with someone when you didn't really want to?

#dyingnow

 20. What turns you on? Turns you off?

A light switch ... didn't I tell you, I'm secretly a lamp.

 21. Have you ever cheated on your partner? Did this person ever find out, and if so, what happened?

No because I would never do that - and I hope that no one would ever do that to me either!

 

 

Well even though this was meant to be a bit of harmless fun to kill some time, even this blog post ended up being awkward. Well, I feel awkward now.

 

I don't even ... what ... I can't ... fathom ... what ... just ... happened?! O_O#

Curazzy Kaatlaidy

Meow meow, meow meow meow.

(That's cat for: Hi)


I love my cat. He is so cute and fluffy and cuddly and adorable. We have a love-hate relationship - I love him and he hates me!

But today, I noticed I have this strange habit of hugging him before I let him eat his dinner.

What I do is I put his food in his plastic cat-food-container thing, heat it up on high for 10 seconds in the microwave (if it's meat, if it's fish I don't heat it) then I put it near the front door for him. As he walks over to eat his food, I quickly pick him up and start smothering him with my love. He always looks extremely un-impressed with me when I do it. After I've hugged him for about 30 seconds and proclaimed my un-dying love for him, I put him down and let him eat his food. (By this stage, I'm pretty sure he's about ready to kill me.)

Is this weird?
Does anyone else do that??

I can't explain it; I just love my cat lol!

I'm a bit worried though that if I continue with this little dinner-routine, that one day I will become a crazy cat-lady ... Not that there's anything wrong with owning 52 cats that are allowed to do whatever they want as long as they stay in the house and leave me to my knitting, but I think I will pass ... :P

Child or adult? a bizarre train of thought...

So I just wanted to open this post with a nice little piece of wisdom:

"If at first you don't succeed, call it version 1.0"

Or perhaps a joke:

"There are 10 types of people in the world: those who understand binary, and those who don't"

... and it has occurred to me that it possibly is extremely sad that I found these two things (among others from this website: http://nadh.in/docs/geek_jokes/) quite funny - just goes to show im a bit nerdy ... semicolon+close-bracket

(hehehe)

Anyway, to the point of this post ----> If I had to choose between being an adult or a child, I would most definitely choose to be a child.

But why did I even come to be pondering this question in the first place? Well I was in the car with my dad taking my sister to school, and I was off in La-La Land as per usual, thinking about a million different things at once, and that just seemed to pop into my head.

Maybe that's my answer because I never really want to loose the ability to think like a kid (not a goat) - I find the world so much more amazing that way.

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I once asked someone if they thought I was normal ... to which they replied "normal is overrated", a phrase which I have remembered ever since.
Not to get all lovey-dovey, but I believe everyone is amazing in their own ways, so why be normal when you can be you?! :)

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Sorry this post isn't very socially awkward - I will try to be a more awkward person tomorrow, which probably won't be hard given there are tradies coming to install stuff in my house and that always ends in me being weird! XP

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Roses are #FF0000 , Violets are #0000FF , All my base belongs to you

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I really love those jokes... XD

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I don't know why I'm so excited about separating things with stars at the moment ... but I am!

^See I'm such a child hahaha

So ... a child I will stay ^_^
(except when in social circumstances where it is befitting that I behave like an adult...lol)

Stomach grumbles...

Hello there fellow bloggerinos,

I was pondering in the shower (as many great minds do) about romance movies.

There always is a scene or two where the protagonist and the romantic item of the story come together and cuddle and kiss and perhaps whisper sweet-nothings in eachother's ears ...

Well, that's all good and jolly, but all those people in the movies share that "perfect moment".

And, believe me, that perfect moment is the best feeling in the world - when you're hugging the person you love and the world seems right ... until you get the tummy grumbles.

Yes - the dreaded, horrible grumbling of ones stomach that is neither subtle nor quiet.

Why must the stomach ruin the beautiful moment!?

It always seems to happen to me - I don't know if anyone else experiences the same symptons of embrassment as I do, but surely it's not normal!

Can you imagine this perfect scene in your mind, where you are lying in a meadow of luscious green grass, below an old oak tree, intently looking deeply into your sparkling vampiric boyfriend's eyes ... and suddenly Kristen Stewart's stomach growls extraordinarily loudly like a fog horn!

WHAT KIND OF A "PERFECT MOMENT" IS THAT?!?!?!?
A perfectly embarassing one...

Well that's effectively what it's like for me with my boyfriend (believe it or not, I have one, and he's very handsome and wonderful!)

But I am sick and tired of having to apologise for the orchestric tones of my stomach ... it only happens after we've been hugging for a while ... so either hugs and stuff are going to have to be cut short, or i'm going to have to Sue my stomach for inappropriate usage of tummy-rumbles....

I might be brunette, but some days I really am blonde....

Hey there fellow bloggerinos,
                             (^Like it? I came up with it myself hehe)

As the title of this post suggests, sometimes I really am not the smartest of folks (nothing against blondes - there are a lot of really intelligent people I know who have blonde hair, and for the record at one stage my hair was partially blonde lol).

Anyway, I was in the shower today (keeping hygenic) and I remembered this and it was funny so I decided to share it :P
My "Blonde Story" goes like this...

Back in a month a couple of years ago, I was sitting quietly in the lounge room with my father when I happened to notice that there was a show on the television which had people running down a cliff. It appeared to be a team sport since the contestants had different coloured shirts. There was a red team and a blue team. As my father turned on the volume of this perculiar show, I saw a label on the screen which informed the viewers what was playing. "The Biggest Loser" was the name of the show.
As I watched, I noticed that the people in the show all varied in weight and seemed to be struggling to complete the mountain run.

The clockwork in my brain began to tick.

I thought about the name of the show in correspondence with the nature of the game.
The Biggest Loser...
And that's when I realised what a horrible show this was.
These poor people on the show were being made to compete so that viewers could watch and find out who the most loser-y of the contestants was! And somewhere poeple were probably laughing about them!!

I was disgusted. How could people be so cruel.

After about fifteen minutes of watching this, I decided I could stand it nolonger.
I had to voice my opinion.

With confidence I said to my father, "What an idiotic show! Making fun of these people! To see who the biggest loser of the group is! No one should be told they are a loser!"

It was at this moment that my father explained to me what the show ACTUALLY was...
He told me that it was a "weight-loss" show and that people went on the show and were trained for a while with special gym-trainers. What we were watching was one of the weekly challenges. The reason why it was called "The Biggest Loser" was because at the end of the show, there are prizes for the person who has lost the greatest amount of fat compared to their original weight (a percentage count).


Didn't I feel silly...


P.S. For anyone who reads this, I need suggestions for a nickname to call someone named "André", any ideas????????