Wednesday, July 20, 2011

...Sweetest Goodbye...

"Where you are seems to be, as far as an eternity. Outstretched arms open hearts, and if it never ends then when do we start? And with a tear in my eye, give me the sweetest goodbye that I ever did receive..."

A really great song off Maroon 5's first album, Songs About Jane, and it's called "Sweetest Goodbye." Well, I chose that particular song because 1.) My iTunes list of songs with the word "Goodbye" in it is very limited, and 2.) This is going to be my very last blog. But not to worry if you're one of my six readers (haha, just kidding), you can still follow my writing on my new spin-off website (if you can call it that) at I'm not going to blog about my life anymore, but the site mostly contains funny articles about everyday life and some of the morons in it. =D It's my philosophical perspective on life, the universe, and everything. ^_^

I know it's been more than 3 months since my last post, but trust me - I have been über bust at campus. The good news is that I passed everything. =) The bad news is that my friends and I didn't get accepted into Medicine. My friend Ananzi missed it by 0.3%, which a very harsh way to get knocked over by the University Selection Bulldozer if you ask me. I know she's tough competition, and as a normal Medicine competitor I shouldn't be saying this for fear of decreasing my chances of being accepted, but really - they should have taken her in this semester. 0.3 - The number of a cup of blueberries containing 25 calories; the percentage of men that are flexible enough to give themselves an orgasm (ewwww, desperate much?); 0.3% is also the percentage of the population that owns a Smartphone or Galaxy Tablet and according to Youtube, it is also the amount of the population that are Jews. Random, I know.

Since second semester started again on Monday, you might ask yourself where do I have time to blog? Well, today I didn't go to campus beceause of a very sad story: I don't have transport to University anymore, because my transport driver replaced me as she thought I wasn't travelling with her anymore. I told her I won't be travelling with her in the exams only, but anyway... Now I'm stuck for transport. =( Sure, I have my driver's license, but it will cost me twice the amount instead of using a lift club. And my parents won't let me start my own lift club to earn money, because I only got my license in March, and since then I have only driven once to campus in traffic. =( Sad sad story, now can anyone give me a ride? Of course I will pay!

Haha and last Tuesday I almost took my thumb off when I tried to make a pasta white sauce for my aunt. The knife got stuck in the butter, and then yeah... don't ask... I can't use my left hand anymore, because it hurts to use my thumb, and being human we need our damn apposable thumbs just to hold a cup.

Hmmm, the 16th was my birthday and I had the whole gang over. We had a lot of fun, and they finished all the food in my house! Plus my sister bought me my first pair of heeled boots! =P My conclusion of that day: Don't watch the movie Due Date. It's wrong in so many ways...

Current Mood: Very stressed about University, my transport problems and everything else.

Current Music: It's a tie between three cool pop=dance sogns:
- 'She's A Cougar' by CJ Baran (the lyrics are so funny)
- 'I Like To Dance' by Hot Chelle Rae (good exercise for your pelvic bone)
- The latest song by Maroon 5, 'Moves Like Jagger' featuring XTina!

Current Quote: Well, The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy is such a funny book, so I had to take a quote from the movie.
Marvin: Life? Don't talk to me about life!

Well, this is it fellow lunatics. From now on, catch me on my website

Feel free to send me junk and other important crap on it =D

"Say goodbye and fly away. When you come back, I have something to say. Give me the sweetest goodbye..."


Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Someone To Fall Back On

I'm not going to lie, life is not going good at the moment. If I'm not constantly studying then I'm constantly failing or hurting a friend without my knowledge, or getting hurt and all that jazz. And then it gets even more confusing because everyone will tell you that you're the nicest person ever, and you could be someone to fall back on - but it's starting to be really hard to keep putting people before myself. So here I start, with an Alyson Michalka cover of "Someone To Fall Back On":

"You'll never see any scars or wounds - I dont walk on coals, I wont walk on water: I am no prince, I am no saint, I am not anyone's wildest dream. But I will stand behind and be someone to fall back on..."

Like they say - you can please some of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time.

Campus is very hectic, and I am really starting to hate my course. So much, that I am considering blowing up the Dean's office with a bag of peanuts and a stun gun. Okay, maybe that would work better in my mind. But still. I know I was never cut out for Science or Commerce - a creative future, where do I sign up? - but I had no idea trying to get into Medicine at this particular torture chamber would be so... to put it plainly, DEPRESSING. My cousin is studying Medicine elsewhere and they are not doing the slightest bit of Physis or rough Chemistry like my friends and I are. Wait wait wait, this is all wrong. I'm not one to talk about my own feelings, so let's get down to blog business.

Campus closed last Friday for 9 days and counting - the worst study break ever. And then it's 5 tests when I get back. Ah, the joys of a higher education. That hobo on the corner by the bakery is starting to look really intelligent right now. My Sunshine from high school is working at a Photography place this year, and she and her colleagues routinely burst into work assignments, by travelling the world with recently hired cute boys at the firm. Now that, my fellow readers, is the life.

I went out for lunch with my sister last Tuesday and Thursday, who also seems to be living the life: relaxing in restaurants with a table next to David Bowie, going for U2 concerts, opening your door in Monaco to see Lady gaga's face, visiting London and Turkey, attending fashion shows... Plus, her 21st birthday is coming up, so I wonder what's going to happen then, and how she's going to shock me into self-pity this time. After all, the best prize is a surpise. Also, a ticket to Paris never hurt anybody.

Jason X's birthday is the day before my sister's birthday, and figuring out what to get him is one mission Jason Bourne and James Bond would never be able to accomplish.
And, I just discovered that Mother's Day is next Sunday - whoopee, I haven't gotten the Witch Bitch anything as yet, so now I am royally screwed. Besides, an ex-student of my mother's (who also happens to be the gang's friend) assured me that she also thought my mother was not the nicest jellytot in the pack, making her one horrible former teacher. Thank you for making me feel less crazy ex-student.

Besides, what DO you get a dragon for a HUMAN mother's day?

Yesterday my family and I went to my favourite game reserve for the 3rd time, where we got locked in during my first 2 visits. The first time (when I was about 9) a rhino charged the car, and my crazy dad was videoing this while reversing the vehicle. So we were late for the gate 6pm closing.
The second visit was 2 years ago, and we were on our way to the gate when about 15-20 elephants blocked the path to have an intense physical fight. Yeah, I saw elephants trying to kill each other, and we had to go back the way we had come and try to find another gate. By the time we found another exit, the gates were already locked.
But, 3rd time's the lucky charm. It was raining before gate closing time yesterday, so there were no animals to be seen after 4pm and we made it out of the gate (sadly) without a story.

Ah, the dreaded feeling has started to come back, so that's my cue to return to studying. One last thing, I am sorry for unintentionally hurting my friend, especially since we're not supposed to be stressing or feeling bad over this study break. Not that the word "unintentional" makes the situation any less better, but making people sad was not high on my bucket list. Again, I am sorry friend. I hope we can work things out when I see you for real. =)

Current Mood: Dread, stress, insomniatic, hungry, tired, up-and-down and happy in the absence of Physics. Borderline Existentialist, sort of.

Current Music: Anybody who hates or likes R&B should Youtube Jason Chen. He does the best covers, and his friend, Megan Lee, puts Justin Bieber to shame. I mean it - it sounds as if Justin Bieber stole HER vocal cords! He even did a cool "Nothin' On You/Breakeven" mashup (by Bruno Mars and The Script respectively).

Also, I have to give props to the best undiscoevered electro band, "Cash Cash". Their latest album, "Love Or Lust" came out only days ago, and I know that they rock simply because the lyrics in this entire album are so filthy and wrong, that I would never ever listen to anything like it. Every song contains the word "dirty" in it, or something relating to sex, yet I am actually listening to this album. That's how I know a good potential band when I see one. My top 5 favourite songs off the album:

5. One Night Stand

4. Jaw Drop

3. Dirty Lovin' (do you see how raw all the song titles are?!)

2. Sexin' On The Dancefloor

1. And my all-time favourite, Victim Of Love

Please check out these songs, especially the last 3. You ears might thank me for it.

Current Quote: "You're a parenthesis..." - from the film Up In The Air, which basically means the person who tells you that thinks you're nothing but an afterthought.

"And Im the one who's looking for a favour. Still, honestly, you don't believe me. But the things I have are the things you need. I'll be the one who waits, and for as long as youll let me I will be the one you need. I'll be someone to fall back on"

Maybe it's time to put my judgement aside and learn to take things as they come. Maybe I should do what my friend Gold says and let things happen. Puh-lease! As if Jason X's present is just going to fall from the sky, or with time my sister will move back, or I may just pass Physics, or that there's a possibility people would just know when and what I want. Maybe there's a possibiblity I would know what I want, career wise. Or everything else.

Perhaps I should stop worrying about everyone and everything else, and start to open up. Maybe I too just need someone to fall back on.

Monday, March 21, 2011

The Great Escape

Wow, it feels so good to be back. I've been away for over two months, even my computer has wiped blogspot from its history. So, let me start off as I always do, with a song one knows and a kickass message half of South Africa is too lazy to think about:

"It's goodbye but we got one more night. Let's get drunk and ride around, and make peace with an empty town. We can make it right... Throw it away! Forget yesterday! We'll make the great escape. We won't hear a word they say, they don't know us anyway. Watch it burn, let it die coz we are finally free tonight..."
Yes, as odd as it may seem I am referring to the best years, the free days - GETTING A DEGREE WHILST BALANCING YOUR DRINK AND ECONOMICS TEXTBOOK (Or in Lamen's terms, COLLEGE) by using this awesome song by Boys Like Girls, titled "The Great Escape." Obviously, duh, or as my friend Gold (from University) likes to put it, "No shit Sherlock."

Well, let me fill you in on everything that happened since my drunken escapades. So, on the 6th January (my last blog post) I got inebriated (to put it nicely) and then on the 22nd, the whole gang went out together, to celebrate our last time of being this close before University started. Well, all I'm allowed to say is that vegetarian Jason X had an allergic reaction to Salmon pasta and was hospitilized, which could have been prevented if anybody at the table knew the difference between Penne pasta and Spaghetti. Needless to say, I did know the difference but I was outside the restaurant chatting to my long lost sister... Moving on, Orientation Week then started on the 31st January and ended on the 11th February, which was a total waste of time and extremely exhausting. However, Mahogany and I did use the pain to make new friends before campus actually started - on Valentine's day. So, to sum up, the whole gang (Wicked, Charlie Chick, Mahogany, Jason X and I) are attending the same University, except for Hiro who is at a different University with Nee-Chan, about an hour away. Plus, my best friend Mahogany has been transferred to another campus of the University, so the only time I ever see her is when I look at my Facebook wall. Very sad indeed. There are so many cute - maybe H.O.T - guys at campus, but that's all I'm gonna say, because there's a possibility a specific guy is reading this. And I think he likes my close from campus, whose name I can't mention in this post.

Moving on, Wicked (who is studying Electronic Engineering, or Electrical who knows) told me there's a shop named after him at a beach resort he stayed at over the December holidays, and I promised to put this picture up:

So there you have it, Wicked is inevitably famous and he has a girlfriend now, who's very sweet. =)

On the 27 February, it was my favourite and insane cousin's 18th birthday, and we went to a club - both our first times. It was a very cool experience, save for the part where some creepy Indian guy grabbed me and tried to sweet-talk me. We only got home at 7:30am! Whoa, thank heavens I stayed by her house that day, otherwise this blog would have ended due to the fact that its crazy writer was slaughtered by her strict parents...

I've been learning to drive ever since I got my Learner's Licence on January 13, and it's been taking up all of my free time, escpecially the time I needed for studying. Yes, I'm talking about you, you horrible Chemistry mark. By the way, I decided to study Biological Sciences and take my chances to get into Medicine, which is the reason I am studying at with Charlie Chick and them. Thus, the haunting of Physics continues, but atleast it's only for six months - and then I might get accepted into Medicine... I hope... And my other news is that on Friday I passed my Driver's Test. Yay, I guess. Everybody seems excited except me. Forgive me for being more stressed about my grades to get into Medicine, than some green paper stating that I can now drive without my dad in the car. or maybe I'm still in shock about the fact that they actually gave a klutzy-nut like me a licence. My family is still in shock people.

Hmmm, to conclude, let me attempt to humour you with my klutzy moments at University, or as my friends put it, SHEER BAD LUCK, followed by the quote, "IT COULD ONLY HAPPEN TO ME..."

1. I sat a few rows behind my crush, and when the class emptied I moved to sit next to him. As I sat down next to his hotliness, he gets up and moves to the exact seat in the back, where I was sitting five minutes before.
2. Everyday I freeze atleast one computer in the library. A day without this occurring, is a day wasted.
3. My flash drives never respond or work on the computer I use, but seem to register on my friends' computers in the library.
4. My driving instructor even told me that I have bad luck, and that my mother should pray for me.
5. You know it's going to rain the day I pitch up in class wearing sandals and shorts, with a bag that suddenly breaks in the Physics lecture.
6. I have a full cellphone battery in the morning, I need transport home and suddenly my battery is low, and then I get home and it's a full battery again.
7. The day I acutally bring my wallet to buy a milkshake or ice-cream is the day there's a massive power outage in the city, so no frozen foods are available. For 3 days. (I don't bring my purse everyday because I have such bad luck, I might lose it)
8. Having no sense of direction doesn't help when your transport driver wants you to walk to the other side of campus with a guy you know hates you, because you have no idea where to go and he's the only one who does.
9. Did I mention I always have to sort out a query with my Physics Head, on the days she's cranky. Which happens to be whenever I need to speak to her.
10. I swear I'm not the reason the lifts and student card systems aren't working. contrary to what my family and friends say.
11. Yes, that is me running to the wrong class with a broken shoe because traffic made me late.
12. No, I'm not having a bad day; my hair iron just refuses to work on the days I need to speak to my crush.
13. No, I didn't ask my mother to pack Tuna salad when I have a 2-hour chance to speak to him.
14. Why does my watch stop working when I'm about to write a test and need the time, then miraculously begin to work again when I get home?
15. Yip, I did lose all my stationary on the first day of campus and almost get knocked over by cars.
16. No, I am not a pessimist (no matter what my friend Gold says), I refuse to go with the flow, maybe I do stress too much but I still remain a generally happy person, even though my alarm clock forgets to work, my calculator is apparently faulty and my driving is so cursed, only I can find traffic at four-way stops in quiet streets.
17. Don't even get me started on all the bad things I do to my lab partners in Chemistry. For example, knocking over their test results...

Cute guy, if you are reading this, you're in for one hell of a wake-up call with air-hockey machines at the mall going out of order, and me tripping on everything flat (so don't walk near me when it's raining)

Current Mood: If you thought school was tough, try a day at varisty. Whoever invented it ought to be shot. 'Nuff said.

Current Music: "Bad Romance" by Artist Vs. Poet (Lady Gaga cover) The electric guitar in the beginning is awesome, as is My Chemical Romance's "Famous Last Words."

Current Quote: I am seriously addicted to the movie Real Genius (Val Kilmer was a total hottie) and all the witty quotes. For example:-
Professor Hathaway: Chris, I need to see more of you in the lab.
Chris: Fine, I'll gain weight.

That's it for now, if you need more I'll drive (because I'm legal now) to the nearest internet cafe and find a computer that isn't frozen.

Until I knock myself into the Chemistry lab table, accidentally splash hydrochloric acid on myself and spill iodine solution all over my answer sheets again, this is it for now. I didn't burn myself with the acid, in case you were concerned, or not.

ex oh ex oh
Punk_Goddess (I thought I'd try the whole XOXO Gossip Girl thing. Turns out, it's pretty weird for a nut like me)

"Watch it burn, let it die. Coz we are finally free tonight..."

Friday, January 7, 2011

Nothin' But A Good Time versus Raise Your Glass

Hahaha, where to start? First of all, I just found out it's only ten in the morning yet I feel like I'm walking around at half-past three in the afternoon. Okay, I promised you results and a story, so here goes. Let me start off with a song as I always do...
"I'm always workin' slavin' every day" - this part describes me well. "Gotta get a break from the same old same old. I need a chance just to get away, if you could hear me think this is what I'd say: Don't need nothin' but a good time. How can I resist? Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time, and it don't get better than this..." Thank you to rock legends Poison for such general drunk thinking in their lyrics 'Nothin' But A Good Time', although the Teddy Geiger cover is much hotter.
Then, I realised I couldn't decide between this song and Pink's, "Raise Your Glass." Hope it fits: "So raise your glass if you are wrong, in all the right ways. All my underdogs, we will never be never be anything but loud and nitty gritty, dirty little freaks. Won't you come on and come on and raise your glass, just come on and come on and raise your glass!" Totally kickass song!

Okay, so yesterday I got the verdict: I got six A's!!! Whoopee, and I don't know how it happened, but I actually got an A in Maths for the first time in my entire teenage life. Think: 5 highschool years, 20 terms and a lot of D's and C's for Maths. Then boom! A big fat A; I could cry but my granny already did that while I was trying to read my friends' results. And I increased by more than 25% in Physics - I needed only 5% to get an A! Yessis, that was awesome because I thought I was gonna fail Physics yo. But of course, my Science Teacher dad didn't seem happy with my results, and I was a bit upset that the parentals weren't going to let me see my sister yesterday. My granny told me today that she convinced them to let me go out with my sister last night. And this is where the story starts:

First, my parents took my grandparents and I out for lunch yesterday and that was really nice. Plus, my grandfather gave me quite a big some of money yesterday. He told me in September that he would give me a thousand bucks for every distinction that I managed. Thank goodness that didn't happen, because I would never ever take six thousand rand from an old man, but he did give me a smaller amount, thank the Chivalry Lord. Okay, so after a bunch of phonecalls and a billion texs about my results, I eventually managed to get changed at 4pm to go and meet with my sister. So I get to the mall at 6pm, and my parents just drop me off in the parking lot because they'd apparently "lose it" if they had to walk me in and see my sister with her boyfriend the anti-Christ. Then, I greet my sister - let's just refer to her as Mrs. Depp from now onwards - and we walk to the other side of the mall where her boyfriend, his band mates and a couple of other strangers are sitting and having a few drinks. That's where it pretty much went all wrong. My sister tells her BF that I got six A's, and then one woman hears, then a guy, then another guy, and soon the entire table has this brilliant idea to celebrate my nerdy achievements by ordering one too many. The waitress first brings me a lemonade (with I think Southern Comfort in it) - twas pointless coz it tasted like lemonade on crack if that could ever happen. Then the first shot comes, and it's three layers of brown and cream, and another layer of plain stupidity. Utterly gross gross gross. Then they all order more drinks for themselves, and decide to bring my sister and I as a celebratory drink (I think) a Jameson 'On The Rocks' and that was alright, I guess.
Now, if you think about it, by then I should have already gotten tipsy. I mean, I only ate five hours before, and I never had a glass of water or anything since 2pm. By 8pm I felt like I was going to fall off the Himalayas. And then more shots come. The rest of the strangers left, because they had to work today or show a straight face for their boss or spouses. So, it's only the band mates and my sister and I left. And one random stranger guy. So we head to another place IN another place, and by now my sister had to hold my hand to help me cross the road. Heck, Charlie Chick helps me cross the road when I'm sober and now...
I get a text from a friend saying 'Congratulations' on my results. I start walking sideways while texting, and manage to type in English.

So, we get to the other place which is right near the mall we were at before. I forgot my ID (stupid ass me) and we almost couldn't get in, until my sister and boyfriend were telling the bouncer they'd call his manager because he just let a bunch of teenage girls behind him in. He asks me to recite my ID number and in my dizziness I manage to say it confidently. When we walk inside the large square, I see about five twelve year olds walking around with their parents. AND I WASN'T ALLOWED IN?! We sit outside under a student bar's cover, and it's pouring insanely around us. I start to think that I'm holding myself pretty well for a first time "drinker drinker", and I actually start to believe it when the tipsiness starts to disappear from my system and I can see clearly now "the rain is gone". Sorry, just had to add that song in. Then, my sister tells me to order something to drink and I tell her I don't want anything, because I'm just starting to sober up. But everyone wants me to celebrate this one time for doing something so great that "the rest of them were too high to ever try attempting in school." The anti-Christ boyfriend buys me a Mango Brutal Fruit, and it's just like a juice - except conked - so I still couldn't see what the point of alcohol was, when God invented the Electronic Juicer (available from all retail outlets). It starts to rain again and gets really windy, so we go inside the bar and sit in a corner table away from the cold outside. Then, the guys order more shots and everyone does a weird toast and that's just the string of many drinks I can't remember having. Another Mango Brutal Fruit lands in my lap, and then the barman pours a weird blue drink down everyone's throats, and more shots come. I have to say, the conversation was good, and so was the company - the feeling? Not so much. Then everybody keeps testing me on the talent I told you about, and they're asking me really big words and even though I'm almost drunk, I still manage to say how many letters are in the words pretty accurately. But I'm not so far gone that I don't remember I have an 11pm curfew.

So, by 10:30pm, Mrs. Depp and the anti-Christ decide to take me home. When we stand up to leave, I suddenly get this urge to dance on the table (I don't know why). But luckily, Mrs. Depp pulls my arm and we say our goodbyes to everybody. We start walking but everything is a blur, though I do remember trying prufusely to convince Mrs. Depp that I'm not drunk and can walk perfectly on my own. I remeber thinking, "This is how that girl felt in Fame when she got drunk and rapped on the bench. I starred as a girl who got drunk in a Grade Ten play, and now I realise I played my character all wrong and too sober. Though, in a book I wrote when I was 14, the lead character gets drunk, and the dialogue I wrote is very exact, and I sound just like her right now." Suddenly I blink and we're walking on the road. A man in the shadows greets me and I really feel stupid and scared for not carrying a cleaver at that moment. Then, I blink again and you know what? It feels like someone hit me on the head with a giant book, and all the chapters fell out because I don't remember what happened after I saw the shadow-man. I stare out the window and suddenly I'm fifteen minutes away from home, and the road signs are blurred, and the street lights look like a scene from that alien movie Signs. The car is moving too slow and yet too fast, and I'm actually pinching myself to wake up and grabbing my arm violently, but the pain is so light it's like I'm imagining it. I start to speak and I sound like a Britis person, and Mrs. Depp and anti-Christ are laughing at me and talking to me and I start yelling at them, then I have a long long LOOOOOONG conversation with them, not rememebring what I said. If you, like me, haven't been drunk before, let me tell you how it feels:

It feels like a dream, where you can say or do anything - even stupid - and no one will care because drunk people have a right to plain stupidity. I told myself a billion times, "Don't say that. Don't say that! You'll sound like an idiot!" I try to tell my conscience, "Okay, I won't say it" and then I just end up blurting out all the twisted thoughts in me, Punk Goddess's mind. I try speaking sentences that start with vowels and end up stuttering like that guy in Brice Almighty. I can't finish the alphabet. I finish the alphabet and it's wrong. I see the lane to my house sloping downwards and I tell the anti-Christ to stop because the road is moving further and further away. We turn into my street, and the noises in my head are getting louder and louder. Mrs. Depp keeps asking if she has to walk me inside, over and over it goes on in my mind. She opens my door and my legs refuse to move. I literally have to throw my legs out and I think I remember by sister holding me up. I reach for the intercom button and I miss. Miraculously, the gate opens. It's 11:09pm. My sister quietly tells me to use that A I got in Drama and act sober. She tells me to act. And that's what I do.

I see my father (I think) by the door and then I don't remember what happens. We have a conversation where I try extremely hard not to laugh, then my sister levaes and the car drives away and my dad tells me to lock up because he wants to close everything. I'm not sure if he's watching me because I can't see a thing behind or next to me. I reach for the lock, and stumble like that for a few minutes. I manage to lock the door (somehow) and my dad closes his bedroom door. I find my room and then realise I can't find my handbag. I find it right next to me, close my room door and start throwing off my clothes. I remeber knocking into everything in my room, trying with extreme effort to put my pyjamas on. I put my legs into the holes of the shorts; I use the mirror to put my top on. I reach and reach for my bed. I switch my alarm on and off a couple of times, then the lights, and finally I get into bed and lie like that for a long time. I wonder if I'll get into trouble in the morning.

When I wake up, it's 6am and I'm wide awake. No matter how much I try, I can't get back to sleep. As I jump out of bed, I feel extremely good and not tired at all, and I look down at my pyjamas - I'm wearing them backwards. When I walk into the kitchen, I'm not thirsty at all like you're supposed to feel after drinking so much. I see my father, and he doesn't even greet or look at me, or ask me about last night or if I was drunk. I thnik he knows.

Ironically, tonight's movie on TV is The Hangover, and it's almost lunchtime yet I have not had a hangover. At all. I feel so full of energy, I'd drink more but I hate the out-of-control feeling you get when you're drunk. No hangover? Full of energy? Sobered up? This is perfect. Lord, I know I'm Agnostic, but if you can hear me - I AM NEVER DRINKING AGAIN.

Current Mood: Hangover-less, happy and not wanting to see dear daddy when he comes back from work...

Current Music: I have the song, funny enough, "You Look Better When I'm Drunk" by the White Tie Affair, running through my head.

Current Quote: "I'm not drunk! I promise you Mrs. Depp. See? I'll prove it - I can walk straight for you." (Almost walks into a wall)

ADVERT: "Did you have no water and thousands of drinks last night, and you've got a severe hangover? I think you've found my missing hangover. Just call Punk Goddess." AKA Me. =D

"You see I raise a toast to all of us who are breakin' our backs every day. If wantin' the good life is such a crime, Lord, then put me away. Here's to ya. Ain't lookin' for nothin' but a good time, and it don't get better than this..."

Love you lots unlike Vodka Shots
Punk Goddess

AKA, former Sip-Face

Tuesday, January 4, 2011


HAPPY FUDGING NEW YEAR everybody!!! Wow! The blog is two years old already, (Happy Belated Birthday by the way if anyone cares) and the year is over. Time flew so fast. In about a month I'm going to start university and in two days I will be receiving my final school report results...

Let's recap what happened since my last post:

"It's time to come together, it's up to you, what's your pleasure? Everyone around the world - come on! There's a party goin' on right here, a celebration to last throughout the years. So bring your good times, and your laughter too. We gonna celebrate your party with you..." I don't care if it's old. When I was on the dancefloor, and Kool & The Gang's "Celebration" came on, I got chills up my spine. 2011 IS FINALLY HERE!!!

So, after my last post (the 12th December) I had to tend to visitors on a regular basis. Some clean, some not so hygienic, and some very demanding and lazy. Then, a week before Christmas, my parents and grandprents and I left for a week-long vacation to the beach. It was rather boring, me being on my own and without my sister. The highlight of my stay was riding the luggage carts late at night after walking to get ice-cream. And, one day at the beach, a bunch of Indian guys (approximately eleven or so in a group) held hands, made a chain and did the mexican wave in the water. Thereafter, they were screaming like little girls on fire when a teeny tiny wave came. It also kind of sucked, because I was squished between my grandparents in the backseat, and for the whole eight hour trip I didn't sleep at all - even coming back home. It was awful! Because there were five of us travelling, there was no space in the trunk to put mine and my dad's boogey-boards. So, for the first time in almost six years I had to go to the beach and actually SWIM SWIM like in the shallow end. Naturally, I always get swearing by the lifeguards over the intercom because I either go too near the rocks or I go too deep in the water. Even with my board the lifeguards always refer to me as that, "Girl in the deep end getting pulled away can you please come back to the shore..."
And being daring me, I swam in the water even though there were rumours of blue-bottle jellyfish all week long. Besides, whenever my dad or I saw the jellyfish on the shore, we picked them up like the good citizens we are and buried them in the sand so no one would get stung. Fellyjish are real funny balloon-headed creatures.

When we got back home, it was Christmas Eve and none of my family was around so we sat at home. Of course, things never changed - not even on Christmas - and the Witch Bitch made me clean the entire house and screamed at me a lot. Don't you just love the holidays? Then, her mother came and stayed for about the 23rd time this year (and that's after June) and messed my bathroom just after I spent 45 minutes cleaning it. When I say mess, I mean the kind of stuff you find in public bathrooms. I hate it when my mother's mother stays over. I'd complain more but I'd need more blog space.

Luckily, my cousin asked me to join her and her friends on New Year's Eve, and my parents actually let me go. I mean, they don't approve of me not spending Xmas (even though we're Hindu)or New Year's without them. That was a real shocker that my dad let me go. We went to this lounge-club-restaurant thing, and it was so much of fun! We were dancing and there was a drunk guy who was friend's with my cousin's cousin's friend at work, and his name was Peter and he was smooching some random lady and a bunch of people I don't know were dancing next to me and our waitress was passed out after midnight and the others were smoking a cherry filled Hooka pipe and the music was awesome and yeah... It was pretty funny. Plus, I drank. Me. Can you imagine? Me. They served a glass of champagne an hour before the food came, and that had already made me so tipsy. When the food came, my cousin ordered a Strawberry Daquiri for me and it was utterly gross, as was the champagne. While we were dancing we all had a Sours shooter, I think that's what it was called and that was okay I guess. I'm still sticking to my Chocolate Milkshake thank you very much. Alcohol is gross, like medicine gross.

Now, I'm at home and I have decided to continue writing a book I started in Grade Ten. I'm trying to get my mind off the fact that results are coming out in two days' time. I already had a nightmare about failing Maths Paper 3, and I need to get about six distinctions otherwise I know the people counting on me are gonna give it to me. Teachers in my old school have been counting on me since 2007. Can you imagine being in Grade Nine and already having to think about graduating highschool with atleast six A's??? No, you can't sweety, because that's like a toddler having to plan his Pension Fund on his fifth birthday! Two days... Wish me luck.
"I wish you the best of luck!"
Why, thank you conscience.
"No problemo Darling."

Current Mood: Freaking the freak out! (It's a song by Victoria Justice as well, haha...)

Current Music: "Spotlight" by FALL OUT BOY'S lead singer, Patrick Stump. I cannot wait for his new solo album to come out, even though my favourite band FALL OUT BOY is taking a break and may just disband. Either way, it's Patrick's time to shine out of hottie Pete Went's selfish spotlight!

Current Quote: "People are so worried about what they eat between Christmas and the New Year, but they really should be worried about what they eat between the New Year and Christmas" and also, "The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul" - G K Chesterton.Have a great year guys, hope you all fulfill your new year's resolutions. I will blog again, very soon after my results are released on Thursday.
This is a new year and a new chance to get it right, so make every day count.

P.S. Everybody should throw a party on the 21st December this year, because according to the Mayan Calender Prophecy and the movie 2012, the Earth is going to go KABBOOOMS!!!

Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, all my lovely Fellyjishes

"We're gonna have a good time tonight, let's celebrate it's alright..."