Dead flies, Hunky Wenty, and everything in between!

Lately, we've been noticing a lot of dead insects around the house. Flies, Spiders, bumble-bees, and other such moving-y creatures. I just thought they enjoyed dying on the stairs, but nope.. It was a much bigger problem than that. Yes.. It was the cats.

- Cookie brought home a dead fly he killed, as a present for my mum the other day. My mum cringed and ordered me to take it out of the house, far away from her, whilst Cookie dearest purred on mums lap, telling her, how much he loved her, and brought her something so special.. It was rather.. Cute, I should say.. But strange at the same time.. Now we had to be really discreet in throwing the dead fly out of the house, to make sure Cookie didn't see it, and get upset. Sigh.

Back to the dead insects around the house.. The cats seem to enjoy disecting these little creepy crawlies, everyday.. They do it rather, slowly, and then they leave it on the stairs (for some reason) to die.. And we obviously have to hoover it up. Tsk tsk. I wonder when they have the time to do that..

- Wentworth Miller. Ahem. Is very very gorgeous. I have been stalking him through the internet and looking for all sorts of information and videos on him. Yes, I may be crazy, but it's for a good cause. He is so.. Wow. Sigh, Gasp, Faint. Just look at the way he speaks.. It's, so clean, and pure, and so amazing.. Sigh. How many people out there, speak this well??

Which brings me to my next point about people in EAST LONDON. *Shudder*.. I went to college yesterday, to enrol for my Second year of A-Levels.. Over there, I saw all these students that were there last year, and others that were new.. One girl came up to talk to me, and I had trouble understanding what she was saying, since each of her sentence ended with, "man" and "innit" and swear words. I wasn't too pleased with meeting her, since she did get thrown off all her courses last year.. And I don't really blame the tutors, for doing that. I really don't like the way people talk in this city.. It's such horrid and unclean english. And they are pretty ditzy. Sigh.

Moving on from that, and back to WENTWORTH MILLER. OMG!! If I ever met him, I'd ask him to talk to me all day and night, about anything he wanted to. So I could just sit there, and listen to him. Sigh.. Sigh..

Watch this video, it's lovely. Sigh.

The New Song.

Yo, Yo, Yo!! Shotin out to all our fans out dere! Wasssssuuupp Ya'll!! Dis is da newest track we got, thanks to ma man, Fiddy, we finally got rollin on dis album, after all dat sh*t we went thru. Thanx for shinin thru fiddy! Love ya. Peace Out.

My Farties Are So Blueiz - Sanana Feat. Fiddy Cent (Aka - MichaelLucas/Smelly)

Fiddy Cent:

My farties are so blueiz and they don't care,
spinnin around in little circles, spreadin everywhere
Bringin their scent, I've spent hours on these little monsters,
maybe one day they'll infilterate the nostrils of some Cornstars.

Yeah! Uh, Uh, Sanana, Hit it up yo!

Sanana:

So, his fartiez are so blueiz and they singin the jazz
blowin trumpets, playin piano's comin out his azz,
minglin wid the air-con's.. You can't deny
That the power of his fartiez, will make us all high

Yo Fiddy, Break it down!!

Fiddy Cent:

I'm breezin through the east side,
cruisin down the west side,
chillin at the south side,
minglin wid the north side!!

Sanana and Fiddy Cent:

I'm breezin through the east side,
cruisin down the west side,
Chillin at the south side,
minglin wid the north side

Fiddy Cent:

Yeah, the fartiez, they make partiez down at my south side!
Escaping my behind like a grape vine
because my mouth cried..
Cried.. At the smell of it! At the taste of it!
Cried.. At the colour of it! At the haste of it!
Not to say I profilin, stylin, stereotypin,
Against a bunch of blue (beep)'ers. Blue (beep)'ers.

Against a bunch of blue (beep)'ers. Blue (beep)'ers.
But in this day and age, wid all dis hate,
I have to step forward.
The fartiez, are the blueiz and that don't make me
A coward.. Na-uh, A coward.

Sanana:

I slit yo' throat!
Yeah, I slit yo' throat!
Suggest this man's a coward
and I make you a goat!
His fartiez were so blueiz,
and datz.. All it was.
I'm done with dis sh*t,
Now please pass the sauce.

Sanana and Fiddy Cent:

Please pass the sauce..

WENTWORTH MILLER!!! OMG!

Ahem.. I have finally started watching Prison Break. A bit late, I know.. But I was so caught up with One tree hill, that nothing else mattered. Gasp.

Ahem. I love Wentworth Miller. Those eyes. The.. GASP!! *Faints*.. He is so.. WOW! *Girlie moment over*.

Here are a few pictures I found. Saved. And Printed. And Wallpapered. I think I'm going to be rather crazy about him.

Also - Prison Break, is a WICKED show. I can't believe I started watching it so late. Hmph.

One Year

Today, is one year since I've moved here.

I landed here, at 6pm, exactly a year ago. It was a new beginning into a life, I hadn't quite expected. Before I came here, I had programmed my mind to do a set of things, as soon as I arrived here: To open a bank account, to sort out my college stuff, to get my travel card sorted, and to get a mobile phone number. I did all of this within the first week I was here. I had everything completed, and I had recieved all of the things mentioned above. I didn't stop once, to think to myself, what actually had happened. I was too afraid, of actually being able to move on.

I never really accepted that I had moved here, till about January/February of this year. It took me a good six months to actually settle myself here. It took a trip to Dubai, to make me realise that I've moved on with life.

This past years journey has taught me a lot. I've "grown-up" a lot, and I've finally realised that, this is home. The place where you hear the coppers every few minutes, and helicopters all over the place. The place where you can be stalked home, if you have an attractive looking hand bag. The place where.. To be honest, anything can happen. But still, I feel so at home here now. I don't feel like going back to Dubai, unless it's for a holiday. Otherwise, I'm pretty content here.

I just have to remember to do a few things differently, this time around. With a new year starting soon, with college and etc, I guess I need a more mature approach to the next chapter in my life.

Gasp. =O Who knew I could speak this way. Oh well, I can't really be a sheltered little girl for always, who runs to mummy everytime she sneezes, and wants attention. *Cough-Cough*.

A little something:

And Hansel said to Gretel,
let us drop these breadcrumbs,
so that together we can find our way.
This year, I lost my way.

And losing your way on a journey
is unfortunate.
But, losing the reason for your journey
is a fate more cruel.

The journey lasted for months.
Sometimes I travelled alone,
sometimes, there were others
who took the wheel
and, took my heart.
But when the destination was reached
It wasn't me, who arrived.
It wasn't me at all..

And once you lose yourself,
you have two choices..
Find the person you used to be,
Or lose that person completely.

Because sometimes,
You have to step outside the person you've been
and remember the person you were meant to be.
The person you wanted to be..

To all of you, who are about to embrace a new beginning, all the best.. Don't take it as a negative thing, or something to frown about. Whatever happens, it's for the best.

Thank you, to everyone who has put up with me, this past year. I've been an idiot at times, and a bigger idiot at others. But thank you for sticking by me (if you have). However, if you have not.. Well, let's just say that it's better for me. Less people to thank =D (I'm still working on becoming mean-er. I hope it's working well. =D)

Ta ra for now.

Ahem. The Spider Is Alive

This morning, when I came into my room, the first placed I looked, was the ceiling. The spider wasn't there. IT WAS ACROSS THE CEILING, ABOVE MY BOOKSHELF WITH MY TEDDY BEARS ON IT!! GASP!! What if it, jumps on them, and does something BAD to them. GASP.

I knew there was a reason why I was so intimidated by it, last night. Afterall, it was alive, but PLAYING dead. Gasp. The Bugger.

I knew I wasn't paranoid.

PS - I now officially Own Cool. Yep, that's right! I - OMG!!! IT'S CRAWLING SO FAST!! OMG OMG!!! --- Runs out of the room ---

OMG!! THERE IS A BIG FAT -

DADDY LONG LEG(s) ON MY CEILING!! GASP GASP!! And, It's the size of my hand!! =O And it's creeping up behind me and.. Okay, I'll stop. Honestly though, there is one, dangling, dead off a web.. *Shivers*. Everytime I see a spider, this song that my dad used to sing, comes to my mind.. It went something like this:

Our house, is in the middle of the street. Our house, has a creaky old roof.. Our house..

It was the song he sang, for the house we lived in before we left off to Dubai.

But yes, back to the spider. I could have sworn, that this morning when I looked up at the ceiling (which by the way, has become my new hobbie) I didn't see it. But now, it's dead. Sigh - May it Rest In Peace. And may it's children and/or siblings never find my ceiling, to die on. For some reason, I keep looking at it. Every few minutes, a quick look at it, to see if it's still dead. I think I'm highly paranoid. And scared. What if it suddenly wakes up from its death, and starts stretching one of its eight legs, and begins to run across the ceiling, and happen to lose balance, and fall, RIGHT ON MY FACE!! AND STARTS TO CRAWL DOWN MY HAND!! OH MY GOD!! *Shivers*. It's safe to say, that I'm very frightened of this dead spider. *Frantically looks around for more spiders. Stops. Finds something. She slowly moves off the bed, towards the door. She unhooks the towel from the door, and rapidly begins to hit the towel on to the ceiling. She stops. Nothing happens. The crack in the ceiling is still there..*

Ahem. Other than that. I've been doing the following:

- Following the cats around the garden, to see what they get up to. I lose both of them as soon as I turn my back on them to look at Bobblehead smiling at me. When I see them, hours later, Frosty is covered with sticky balls, and Cookie smells like a farm, and has twigs stuck on his extremely furry stomach. And then, on top of it all, they get angry at us, for trying to take those strange things, off them. Tsk. The things we do, for Felines. Not that I'm complaining. I mean, I love getting beaten up, and bruised to the point where I can't walk.. But you know, Pain is Love.. Apparently. (Gosh. Whoever said that, was a massive Cheeseball. Lmao. And I'm halfway there as well.)

- I've become extremely lazy. I do everything via technology now. To speak to Mother Dearest, I actually text her, when she is downstairs. And to communicate with Shafina, I message her on MSN. The only time I really get up, is to eat and to use the loo. Both of which aren't that frequent, so you should expect to see a massive double chinned person, who has become a Hermit, and smells like fungi-fied cheese. Oh, and has scraggly hair, that seems to have patches in places. Sigh, what a pretty thing I am.

- I got my AS Level results this morning. Lets just say, all those sleepless nights, and the whole, becoming a nerd thing, paid off. And just in a month's time, I will be that, yet again. *Woo Hoo*

- Ahem. Lately, I've taken a massive interest in playing ClubPenguin. Why, I'm the coolest penguin in town! I even paid, for a months subscription, cause I got so addicted. It's so wicked. If you ever come down there, be sure to check out my wicked Igloo. That has balloons ( I don't know why though, I guess I got too excited with the money I earned, carrying those heavy bags of coffee beans), A pet - that sadly went missing =( - , A fish tank, A turtle with a lamp, a wooden stump chair thing, A toy train (ahem. No comments on this one), and various other things. So many people wanted to add me, because I look so totally cool. I'm also, the biggest bully going. I throw snowballs at everyone who looks boring. Tsk Tsk. And Ahem. Here is my random something for you - A screen-shot of how wicked I look, as a penguin. Please, get ready.. For the most.. Gorgeous thing on earth.. I present to you..

SMELLYSANAA

Ahem. Now that the excitement is over. I have a message for people.

- If you do not understand the message behind my posts (if they ever have any), please do not comment. It will only aggrivate my mood further. I enjoy my life a lot, thank you very much.. And I do not recall a time when I have thought otherwise. So next time, do us a favour, and only comment, if you actually get the gist of what I'm trying to say. Fanks. =D

Side note - All mean-ness was purposely put in there. =D

New Theme

This is just to tell you all, that this is my temporary theme. Hairbell is working on another one, which should be up in about 2 - 3 weeks time.

Ta ra!

=D

Artificiality

You are surrounded by different people, everyday of your life. Some, that you know very well, and others that are strangers. But lately, it feels as though, even the ones you know well, are fake. They walk around with huge smiles slapped on to their faces, thinking they know you so well. When in reality, they know nothing about you. They think they can relate to you and your life, but they aren't even close. Even when they try and be "nice" to you, and say, " I know exactly how you feel ", all you want to do, is pull their hair, pierce your cat's nails into their skin, and tell them to bugger off. Because, the truth remains.. No one knows how YOU feel. And they will never, ever be able to.

It's come to a point, where now, you only associate with people who have known you for a long time, and who actually know the person you are, and have actually been by your side, through the toughest of times. Those are the ones, who actually have a soul. A real one. Those are the ones that don't walk around in huge crowds, with plastic grins, and painted souls.

Gosh. Why can't they just grow up, and face the fact, that reality is a lot harsher than they think it is. It's not all about boys, and girls, it's not all about "love" and all that they paint it to be. It's definitely not. And it's most definitely not about waiting for your Prince Charming to come on a white horse, in a big huge armour, to save you from the difficulties of your life. Gasp. Shocker, isn't it.

Sigh. It feels good to be mean.

=D

Lucas

Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. The belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision, to ignore or simply rise above the pain of the past. The covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. The celebration, of the chance for two will always be stronger than one. Like a team, braced against the tempest’s of the world. And love... will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality.. only an announcement to the world for feelings long held. Promises made long ago -- in the sacred space of our hearts.

- Lucas, One Tree Hill.

Special Delivery

Over the past few days, all I have been doing is - Lazing around. It has been the most beautiful experience, ever. I've had the chance to go to my sister's house in Blackburn, but I decided against it. Why? Because I simply cannot move from my comfort zone (albeit, her house is my second comfort zone) and I cannot bear the thought of leaving the house. Gasp. I have issues.

- I've started watching One Tree Hill all over again,from season one. The desperate wait is making me anxious and so, to calm me down, I've started all over again. And, ahem.. The saddest bit is, even though I know what happens, I still get all happy/sad/shocked at what happens in the episode. =D

- Seven days exactly till my AS-Level results are out. Gasp. Gasp. Gasp. *Faint*. I tried predicting my grades, but I got as far as.. "So, I think.. I got a.. B. No, no.. Erm. C? Nah!! Definitely a D.. Can't be.. It was terrible. An E??".. So I'm not going to think about it, and I'm not going to try and be all clever to predict my grades. It's quite stupid.

- On the 27th of September, One Tree Hill, Season 4 releases. *Thud*.

- I've been reading books, that I got from the library.. I got ones that are the kind that Ayisha and I read all the time. I.E. - Teenage/Mid-twenties Romance/Comic/Drama Novels. The one I just finished, I already knew the ending of the book before I started. I went through torment throughout the boring book, just to prove to myself how inteligent I really am. *Pleased Smile.* However, I did feel as though I wasted those hours of my life. Tsk. And Because of that, the next book I'm going to read is - Dan Brown's Angels and Demons. Yaay for me!

- Cookie has made me very proud over the past few days. This is what happened:
We were all in the garden, and Faisal bhai was trying to make Frosty realise there was another cat in the garden (Tiger). Frosty got all furr-upped-growly-why-are-you-in-my-garden-noises, and Faisal bhai was very happy. Frosty jumped to get Tiger out of the garden, when suddenly, Cookie came, and chased away Tiger, FROM OUT OF NOWHERE! Apparentely, he was observing the situation from far, and with time, he crept forward, and chased Tiger out. *Does dance*. I'm so proud of my little Coochi Coo! Although I'm pretty sure, if he were human, and had I just said that, I'd probably have a toothpick stuck in my ear.

- I've officially stopped eating/drinking junk. Apart from Ribena (which technically isn't JUNK. Afterall, it is made from 95% of all Britains Blackcurrents. I.E. An amazing 13 billion of Blackcurrents. Gasp. So hence, I'm actually drinking something that is very good for me, and my TEETH. And no. It's completely non-artificial, and etc. And anyway, why are YOU looking at me accusingly.) and Chocolates. I've cut down a lot okay. It's been a hard journey to where I am now, but I'm proud, nevertheless. *Carefully unwraps a bar of chocolate*.

- I think I'm insane. I can hear bee's and flies everywhere. I suddenly look all frantically all over my room, with my heart beating fast, and I find nothing. Hmm. Have I lost my marbles? Or are these horrible, yet smart creatures, trying to make me go crazy. If so, they're doing a good job you know. *Slaps ear hard, and waves hand about - to make the imaginary bee/fly go away*.

- Like, Oh my GAWD! My Mother, told me, that I'm like the prettiest of the sisters. I like, always knew. I just needed her to like, be honest. She told me, "Jessy! Princess! I think you're the most prettiest!".. I was all, "Oh my gawd! Mother! Stop itt!! I'm like so not hot! I totally think the ant is like so much more cuter than me!"..

- Self respect, down the drain. Ahem.

And with that, I'm going to go now. And actually STEP OUT OF THE HOUSE. *Imaginary pears and tomatoes break into a chorus of, N'sync's - God must've spent a little more time(On you)* - Ahem. I'm actually going to the CITY. BY MYSELF! GASP!! This should be an adventure, definitely.

Ta ra all!

Random Something:

Out of the night, that covers me, black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance, I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeoninga of chance my head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears looms, but the horror of the shade, and yet the menace of the years finds, shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul. - Invictus

Quote

John Steinbeck once wrote;

It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure on the world..

Simon - Lifehouse

Catch your breath,
Hit the wall,
Scream out loud,
As you start to crawl
Back in your cage
The only place
Where they will
Leave you alone.

'Cause the weak will
Seek the weaker til they've broken them.
Could you get it back again?
Would it be the same?
Fulfillment to their lack of strength at your expense,
Left you with no defense;
They tore it down.

And I have felt the same as you,
I've felt the same as you,
I've felt the same.

Locked inside
The only place
Where you feel sheltered,
Where you feel safe.
You lost yourself
In your search to find
Something else to hide behind.

The fearful always preyed upon your confidence.
Did they see the consequence,
when they pushed you around?
The arrogant build kingdoms made of the different ones,
Breaking them 'til they've become just another crown.

Refuse to feel anything at all,
Refuse to slip,
Refuse to fall.
Can't be weak,
Can't stand still,

You watch your back 'cause no one will.
You don't know why they had to go this far,
Traded your worth for these scars,
For your only company.
And don't believe the lies
That they have told to you.
Not one word was true
you're alright, you're alright, you're alright

Mother strikes, yet again!

Me: Mum! I want to sign up for Salsa classes!!

Mum: Okay beta! Go on the internet and see what they have

*An Hour Later*

Me: I found a few Salsa classes in East London!!

Mum: What kind of salsa?? Mild Salsa? Hot Salsa?? Or Medium Salsa?? *Laughs for five minutes and becomes red all over her face* - That was a good joke!

- Exit, Me -

Untitled

Tennessee Williams Once Wrote;

We all live in a house of fire. No fire department to call. No way out. Just the upstairs window to look out of, while the fire burns the house down.. With us trapped, locked in it.

The Dream

As you all know, I'm crazy about baby food. I eat Bobblehead's food almost, everyday. Call me Mister Greedy, but have you tasted what babies these days, get to eat. GASP. It's way better than what we eat.. It's absolutely deliciously, scrumptious. And due to this, mad fascination that we seem to have (by we, I mean, Ayisha and Me) with baby food, we have decided the following, as our lifelong dream:

- By the time we both finish Uni, we are to live together in Italy. Why, you may ask. Because she thinks there is a Milupa factory there. Ahem. But Google, told me otherwise. Milupa is actually a German company. And sadly enough, they do not sell Milupa products here, anymore. =( Let me tell you all a little about the ever-so-yummy-that-we-finished-my-baby-nephew's-biscuits-secretly, MILUPA. *Whistles innocently*

Milupa. What can I say about it. It has brought absolute delight to my life. The ever so soft baby food that they produce, has been there for me, for years. I remember, once, a long long time ago (approximately 2 weeks ago), when I stepped into the supermarket, and brought myself a Milupa Rice Dessert pack. How I consumed it. I can still feel the warm, slightly lumpiness of the white textured goodness. Each spoonfull tasted like little drops of heaven. It was gorgeous. As the last bite touched my moist lips, a little tear fell down. I finished the first bowl of the day. I had to wait another twenty-four, long and depressing hours, to have the second bowl. How could I wait? I didn't. I had no will-power. When everyone was asleep, (especially the baby. *Shakes head, guiltily*) I silently creeped into the kitchen, and opened the cupboard, making sure I didn't make a noise. The lights were still switched off, but I knew exactly where the box was. I could sense it. It was calling for me. And I, desperately searched for it. I finally reached for a box, but it was too dark to read the title. I tasted a bit, and it was not the Rice Dessert. It was infact, Cheese with Cauliflower. I spitted it out immediately. I felt hurt all over. Could this be true? Could my cousin, have hidden it? I couldn't bear the thought of that happening to me. I went back to the cupboard, and eagerly started searching yet again. Ah! I finally found the box. I hugged it tightly for a few seconds. I couldn't believe my eyes. My heart started beating faster, whilst I opened it slightly. I could smell the powder. I felt alive, once again. I could hear the powder, fall into the bowl, softly. My eyes sparkled, even in the dark. I added water, and microwaved it. It was probably the longest wait, I've ever had. As soon as the microwave beeped, I took it out. I smelt it, and smiled. I took a bite.. And let it melt in my mouth, down my throat.. And finally, I felt it settle in my stomach. My heart calmed down. The next two hours were a blur.. But I distinctively remember, licking the bowl clean. And the spoon.

Ahem. Yes. I love baby food. Tsk. Oh please, don't look at me all accusingly. I don't feel guilty!! Do you understand? I DON'T FEEL GUILTY DAMNIT!!

Moving on to the actual purpose of this entry. Ah yes! The Dream.

Ayisha and I have big plans of owning our own apartment, in Italy. I don't think she knows yet, that the Milupa factory is actually in, Germany. =D But yes, we shall have shares in the factory, and with time, we'd take over it. We'd be millionaires within days, because we'd make the greatest ingredients come to life, with our talents (or the lack of). Compaines across the world, would want our Baby Food Products, but we'd ask for twice the money, for a box. And all the babies of the world, would be chubby and have Milupa Baby Food, all over themselves. Awwe! =D As time would pass on, Milupa would start to make Kitten Food as well. With this new venture, we'd open a few factories across the world, and make sure all stray cats would be taken care of. They'd all be employed immediately, because we'd need Tasters. We'd pay them, in Kitten and Cat Food, and keep them cozy in their own little beds. Each cat would have his/her own room, with a garden, and their own, customised toys as well.

.. Ahem. Now, for the original version. We'd first get jobs in the factory. A few days later, they'd be out of baby food and they would have to close down their factories. Ayisha and I, will be fired, as we'd happily (with food stains on our clothes, and dried up food on our mouth and hair) admit to the crime. We'd be sent away, but with us, we'd have the secret recipe, of the famous.. Biscuits and Rice Dessert.

=D

Call me insane. But, have you even tasted it? =|

I'm going now.. To erm.. Erm.. Taste the new baby food in the house. It's Bobblehead's snack time, and I need to be the one to taste his food. What if, there's too much salt or sugar in it. I have to be the one to.. er.. SAVE HIM!! That's it! SAVE HIM!! =O

He He He.

The One Without A Title

For the past few days, I have been sitting, staring at my computer screen and writing two to three paragraphs and then galavanting off to do something else. Tsk. Today, I thought I'd let my fans get all happy and write a little summary of what I've been up to! =D And remember, I've been upto a lot.. Unlike all of you, obviously, unless you would not be reading my blog of all things.. *Cheesy Smile*

- The last few days spent in Dubai were pretty hectic. I was running all over the place, from meeting everyone, to crying everytime I heard someone say, "Oh my god!! You're leaving in (insert a number from 20 - 1.. Yes.. I started crying probably a few days after I arrived in Dubai. Tsk. I have issues.) I'm going to miss you so much!!" *Cries hysterically*.. So yes. I had a little emotional thing in the last few days. And basically, I made sure I spent equal time with everyone.. =) All in all, it was the best summer I've had in ages.

- I miss Hairbell (Now, without the "bell" =D) the mostest! We had a lot fun together! For example, the time we went to play table tennis, and I made up my own rules, and still lost. Ahem. I just let him win okay.. Honest. *Rolls eyes*. And when we went bowling, which again.. I let him win. I'm a very generous person, you see! And ooh yeah!! We played cards whilst I cracked lame jokes and said some really strange pick-up lines. For example:

Me: *Drops ice on the floor, and crushes it*.. Now that I've broken the ice, what is your name?

Oh please! You know it's wicked.. I bet you're all going to use it on somebody today!

Ah, I miss Hairbell quite a lot.. =) Thank you for one of the best summer's ever!!

- As for Ayisha and Me.. Where do I begin. We became even closer than before. We did some pretty questionably strange things, like dressing both of my nephews up as arab girls. And then we gave eachother make-overs, pretty bimbo-ish of us I know, but it was a blast!! =D

- I had a lot of chocolate there. Ahem. The worst part was, I didn't even feel guilty. I had about 6 - 7 scrumptious Molten Chocolate Cakes. It was as though, the most beautiful thing on earth was entering my mouth, everytime I saw it. My eyes sparkled at the sight of that steaming hot cake, with a dollop of ice cream on top. Sigh.. What I'd do to have that right now. Yummyness.

- I have recently accepted the fact that I do not like people very much. I mean, I never got along with a lot of the human civilisation, to be honest.. But after this summer, I've realised there are very, very, very FEW people, I can tolerate. It takes a lot of me, to be "fakely" nice to someone as well, now. People who talk like this, "Awesomeness! Like, NO! That's Cuteness! Awwe!".. I want to take a toothpick, and prick it up their noses, and other such places. Girls like that should be scratched up by cats. Hard. =D

- The cats are huge. They are so incredibly gorgeously yummily sweet! =D I love them so much!! And I missed waking up with Cookie's tail wrapped around my neck every morning, like some sort of scarf! And with him on my head.. Tsk. The little mishhuu wisshuu wujji cuujjiii!! Ahem. A little moment there.

- Going to hide my face under his stomach now.

- I shall go now, because I have a lot of important stuff to attend to. For example, flushing that almost dead moth, down the loo. It has been flying inside the toilet bowl for a few hours now. Gasp.

Ta ra all! Look for a more entertaining and less boring blog update soon!! This has just been a summary of the summer, and I shall be back to normal in a few days! Till then, please miss me!