Let's Chat, Talk, Converse, Natter and Debate

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Hello, Bonjour, Hallo, Konnichiwa.

Good morning bloggers, internet viewers and anyone who can be bother to read this readers.

I haven't long woken up so i'll apologize now for any spellings or bad punctuation. Well, what shall i chat about this morning? I know, i shall converse with you all about prom.

Right, it's prom in July and i ordered a prom dress from this gorgeous shop. But then i changed my mind and wanted this other dress. So, i got them to order that one in instead.

But sadly, i really don't feel comfortable in it. It doesn't sit right on my body and it feels like its too big in places. So, i'm going to make my boyfriend go in and get the 80 pounds we've paid towards the dress so far.

I'm too scared to because i'm a wimp.

Well thats a total lie, i'm scared because i might end up telling them to 'fuck off' if they don't give me my money back.

They're very nice people though, and the shop is stunning, but I feel a little pressured by them the minute I walk into the shop. Kind of like I need to buy something from them, you know?

As I'm typing this, my boyfriend is looking eagerly over my shoulder. 'Everyone Wave'...

'Waves'

He just threw me the 'look'. The look which i know means 'you're a freak'.

Anyway, back to before...

So yes, I best get my money back- or i'm totally screwed. The closer prom becomes, the less excited i get. And it's bad, but I just can't help feeling this way.

I suppose I just got a little caught up in getting a puffy-like dress. All my friends are going to look beautiful in theirs, but i just don't really fancy getting one anymore.

And that concludes this little chapter for this morning.

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Good-bye, Au Revoir,Tschuss,Sayonara.

Let's Chat, Talk, Converse, Natter and Debate

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Hello, Bonjour, Hallo, Konnichiwa.

Good-evening fellow bloggers. Well, today i received my first ever comment! And I must say I was rather pleased!

This afternoons blog was about the ludicrous way in which British people are perceived as 'ugly'. And during my 'mini rant' I spoke how all countries as discriminated against by each other for one reason or another. And i actually got a reply from a lovely girl from America known as 'A La Vanille' - I hope i got that right.

She told me basically how she agreed with what i had wrote and how it's hypocritical how one country bad mouths another but when that country bites back. The others hiss and spit fire even more.

Hypocritical that is.

I totally agree.

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Good-bye, Au Revoir, Tschuss,Sayonara

Let's Chat, Talk, Converse, Natter and Debate: Why Are The British Ugly?

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Hello, Bonjour, Hallo, Konnichiwa.

I'll tell you why. Because apparently we have gross teeth, smell and don't look after ourselves. Apparently.

Apparently.

So, what brings us to this debate this afternoon? Well. I was browsing on Google, and to my ultimate horror i see this right beside me.

I mean, ouch that burns.

We as a country are not ugly. In fact, were completely normal. You have the lookers, and the not so good looking. But damn... this statement is really shallow. Just like every country, there is a variety of skinny, chubby, tall, short, handsome, ugly, beautiful, funny looking people.

It's a shame really that we've been branded as the ones with 'funny teeth'. Just like the way the Americans have been branded as 'The fattys who live in KFC and Mc Donalds' or 'The country were if you're blonde your obviously a thick twat who wants world peace and more clothes for your beloved Chihuahua'.

I mean come on? Really now? This is just getting silly don't you think? A lot of people forget, we as a country are surrounded by some males and females trying to be the next 'Mr T' and we have sunshine for maybe 30 days out of the whole year.

Yes, a lot of the time we have white chicken legs, and slob around in our pajamas because the weather outside is either gale force winds or raining like theres no tomorrow. So, when we do eventually get sun, we forget everything else, run outside and buy the cheapest BBQ, put on no sun cream and then end up as red-faced as a beetroot and peeling from multiple areas of the body.

So obviously we look a little hard on the eyes. But we get so excited at the sight of sun that it goes to our heads.

But as a country we are not ugly. In fact theres been and will be some real beauts in the past, present and future.

Just like anywhere else, you get poor and rich families, ones who need to shop for clothes at their local market and ones who can shop in the nearest Ted baker or Karen Millen. My reason for saying this is because some people are seen as beautiful as long as they have some designer label on their back.

So hows about, people stop being so judgmental and stereotypical about their views on various countries, and actually just realize that it doesn't take an Einstein to work out that some have great gene pools and some do not.

Anyway, this may sound a little cliche but heres a quote i find most suited to my rant;

"For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love, there is a heart somewhere to receive it."

And so that concludes this afternoons chapter

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Good-bye, Au Revoir, Tschuss, Sayonara

Let's Chat, Talk, Converse, Natter and Debate

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Hello, Bonjour, Hallo, Konnichiwa.

Good morning fellow bloggers and Internet viewers, how are we all on this fine day? Here in England, it looks like it may actually be sunny for a second day- a whole two days of sunshine- magnificent!

As for me, i may spend my second day sunning myself outside. It's funny really... I'm half Portuguese and have a tanned upper body but white chicken legs. How did this happen? Considering I'm 'half' shouldn't literally mean half tanned half chicken like legs should it? With my legs they are more like chicken drumsticks anyway.

Any-who, moving swiftly on... today myself and my boyfriend of three years are going to get out his old Sega console again- accompanied by dodgy controllers, and complete 'Streets of Rage'. I had totally forgot about this game until i saw my player consuming an apple through her bum- then it all came back to me.

Funny how we forget things that we were once so consumed by as a child isn't it? I used to play this game non stop, but before this week...if you would've shown me a screen shot or picture of some sort, i wouldn't of remembered it. The most amusing thing about me playing it, was the minute that she sat on an apple and the health bar filled up, i remember shouting;

"Oh my gawd i remember this game!"

We had a go at completing Sonic 2 last night as well, but after me remembering i couldn't actually die or run ahead as Tails, the desirable fire for some body twirling, head butting, Robotnik smashing action time, was quickly vanquished. So i decided not to play and instead watched my boyfriend spend all day trying to complete it. Until he got to the last level which was the one with the two bosses, and then he died. Repeatedly. Until tea-time. So we went for dinner and came back up to realize the Sega had froze. Ending his Sonic quest right there. He was furious, inside i couldn't contain my laughter.

So then we had a go at more of a real 'go team' game; 'Mickey Mouse and Donald Duck in the World of Illusion'. But again, because of the dodgy controllers which decided to work when they felt like it. We faced the dilemma of actually moving and hitting enemies. But not all was lost, because I became amused quite quickly with my boyfriends character Mickey Mouse, by hitting him repeatedly and watching his magicians cloak wrap around him so he lost health. So it wasn't all that bad.

To be honest I don't know how my boyfriend puts up with me, he buys a game such as 'Fable', i complete it before him. OR i nearly did until the XBOX decided to just scratch the disk ending my adventure there and then. Or when he bought 'Dragon Age Orgins' and i completed that too. AND I married Alistair and became Queen. We-hey, I'm royalty in the game world.

But I think the most frustrating thing he's had to face was when he bought 'Final Fantasy XIII'. Because I'm a big Zelda fan, my boyfriend and i quarrel a lot over the game which the most superior. I like both, but obviously my love for Zelda will never die. And I'm raving for E3 on the 15th 16th and 17th of June. When we will finally be told some news about it. Hopefully.

Anyway back to the story, so i play it... around 35 hours or something. And what happens? His PS3 got the YLOD- Yellow light of death. Well, you can imagine his reaction. He had waited years for this game and i created my own file to play. And then I got way way past him in the story, and the minute he goes to play it, it's broken.

Now just to put the icing on the cake- the game disk was left in there meaning it's stuck and can't be removed. Ouchy...

But because it wasn't my fault- i didn't get the blame. Much.

And so for now that concludes our little chapter.

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Good-bye, Au Revoir, Tschuss, Sayonara.

Let's Chat, Talk, Converse, Natter and Debate

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Hello, Bonjour, Hallo, Konnichiwa.

I've never really done anything like this before. Blurting out my opinions to world about day to day happenings. And i suppose in a way- i probably wont spend my days writing endless pages about the latest headlines in the papers. Because to be quite frank, i cant be bothered being shoved into the 'I'm a teenager who hates everything and anything these days because it's cool' category.

Hell, I'm not saying i wont moan, criticize and let off general steam. I'll just write whatever comes to mind, even if it's something as random as me tripping over a broken pave stone in the street then pushing my fringe back off my face as i carry on walking trying to look 'cool'.

What am i currently doing now you may think. I'm currently listening to 'Britain's Got Talent' whilst drinking my diet coke and debating whether to have tea or not. Which is unusual for me, i love my food. Then again, if i wouldn't have stuffed my face at lunch then maybe I'd have an appetite to begin with.

Well, i bought a Wii Fit the other day. Funny little thing really. Having this miniature Wii board character waving at you in a high pitched voice about how i shouldn't forget to take my daily 'Body Test'.And before long, i was giving it beans like Mike Tyson on the boxing workout to then be told; 'Well done you've burnt 280 calories in forty minutes, but oh what a shame your Wii fit age is 33 fatty. Sorry chucky egg'.

Or maybe they should have said 'chunky egg' that would've been much more suited to the purpose for me buying the Wii fit in the first place.

Now let me just advise you all it didn't actually say 'chucky egg' it's just my interpretation of what it 'might as well of said'.

Funny thing is, my younger sister of seven was telling me how she needs to burn calories. I didn't learn about calories until i was 17. Let alone 7. Its rather worrying isn't it? How kids now are so obsessed with their weight. I mean, 3 years ago i was a slim size 12. Now I'm a 16, but i really couldn't be bothered.

Well thats a lie, some days i am and others i'm not. I'm more concerned about my health then opposed to how good i look.

Ah look at that, a 75 year old man dancing around the stage dressed as a leprechaun doing river dance and shouting "Don't yee touch me pot o'gold". Oh deary what has the world come to.

I guess i cant talk, i used to wear my school blazer and rob my mums sunglasses then parade around the house with my younger brother shouting "Dive! There's an alien behind you!" When my mum or dad would finally ask what i was doing, i'd pull out a little card i'd made with my felt tip pens from my inside blazer pocket and reply with;

"M-I-B, Men in Black. I'm here for your protection".

Then i'd pull out a little lazer light I'd pinched from my Dads keys and hold it up to his face making it flash and say;

"Look into the light. Everything you have just seen or heard you will forget in the next 5 seconds".

I thought I was fantastic at the time to be honest.

And so for now that concludes this little chapter.

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Good-bye, Au Revoir, Tschuss, Sayonara.