*****MERRY CHRISTMAS*****

Well, the festive season is on and quite honestly, I haven't got much to write on it because the days have been quite uneventful for me. I've been really really lazy about doing anything, going anywhere or even seeing anyone. I've made hundreds of appointments, all of which I've had to take a rain check on simply because I just didn't feel like either putting on a bra that day or just wanted to walk around in sweats all day. I need a life right?
But I guess one of the highlights of my day on christmas day was that a really sweet guy made cookies and icecreamfor me. From scratch. I thought it was really sweet of him. He usually does stuff like that generally - cooks that is, and really well at that - and I've genuinely considered marrying him. No, I'm not considering him just because his cooking is awesome. That's shallow, isn't it? Wait, actually it's not, is it? Usually it's shallow to want to marry a person because he's tall, dark and handsome or extremely rich. So I'm guessing it's not shallow to want to marry a guy because he cooks good. After all, I'm forgoing the rest of the shallow stuff. Well, to be honest I have a little problem with his height. Okay, I have a big problem with it. He's like my height and I love my heels, so that means give or take, I'm taller than he is and I don't know why that is such an issue for me, but it is. I've always thought, I'd marry a man who was really tall, played basketball in his spare time (this other guy plays soccer by the way), was handsome but not so much that he out shines me (not that this other guy is not handsome, he's actually super cute. And short), and had enough money to take care of my needs and majority of my wants. No, all of my wants and a bit more and blah blah blah.
Well, as far as the height goes, I shall look up to Katie Holmes and Tom cruise for inspiration. They seem pretty happy right? And I doubt if Tom Cruise can even cook!
Okay, I know what you're all thinking. Yea, I may have considered marrying him, but has he considered me? As a matter of fact, yes he has. The consideration was a bit much but whatever, he considered. When he was making the consideration, I don't think he gave much thought to the height part of it. Am I putting too much emphasis on height? Okay, let's look at his other attributes. He's a real nice person (well, I mean, he cooks up a storm + thinks of me when he does = he's nice), he respects women (he's great with his mother) and I think he's ready to settle down. Problem is, I'm not quite sure I'm ready to settle yet. Besides there are a few other people in the whole mix and that messes my head up a bit. Ugh! This whole talk about marriage and all is making me feel somehow. Well, the point here anyway was that marrying a person for his cooking is not really considered amongst all the shallow reasons people generally marry for. Or do you think otherwise?
Well, anyway, I've finally decided! I've been thinking of whether or not to replace the blackberry I lost with another blackberry or something else. And I decided on an i-phone. The 4th one. Yea, i-phone 4 it's called. And quite honestly, I hope I enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed its hype. So the saving begins. I realised that sometimes I'm great at saving up for things but other times I'm just so loose with money. Well, I guess that is going on my new year resolution list for next year. "Be a better saver by saving at least 10% of all my earnings."
New year resolutions just suck don't they. You make a resolution, which you are resolute you are going to keep and bam, december 31st of that year, you are making that same resolution, only the stakes are now higher because you totally lost sight of it the previous year. Yes, I'm talking about losing weight. I think that is like one of the most made new year resolutions. That is one new year resolution that is always going to be made no matter what. Sometimes I feel like I've tried every sodding thing, yet the weight's just not going anywhere. I even started looking for Ruby of the style network dvd series to keep me motivated. After a while I just lost my resolve and thought "hey, I'm not that fat and I'll never be", then I'd swallow five scoops of ice cream and half of a birthday cake, then feel guilty all over again and...aarrrghh!!! It's a vicious cycle I want to end.
So losing weight is definitely going on my list of new year resolutions. Again. And I really want to try this time. I think we all should. For those that don't need to, encourage someone around you that needs to or else, we all would pray jointly that next year, you would need to loose weight so much that Fiona in shrek will be your target for your own next year resolution. And believe me, that prayer shall come to pass. No, really it would. I've prayed it before and it came to pass.
So, amongst other things would be to pick a great diet plan or a work out plan well suited to you. Professional advice is always encouraged. Well, I'm tired. And I can't seem to find my phone. I hate it when this happens. Goodbye

''You look nice in your glasses''

I wish it was as easy to make friends as some people make it seem. It’s not like I don’t try. I do. But it’s like when I do, the receiver of my ‘’friendly wiles’’ sees it as a challenge and want to fight instead. For example, there was this one time when I just started secondary school, I actually started a conversation with a complement. Or what I thought was a complement at least and it turned ugly.

Afterwards, I went back to reflect on the complement I made, which by the way was ‘’you look nice in your glasses’’. Hmm. I honestly thought that was a real good conversation starter. In fact, I played it all out in my head where she’d reply and say ‘’ aw thanks, I think you’d look nice in glasses too if you wore any.’’ Then I’d say ‘’gosh, we’ve got so much in common,’’ then she’d say ‘’right? We should totally be best friends’’ and I’d say ‘’totally.’’ And we’d walk away arm in arm going about complementing other girls we thought were cool enough to be  in out clique and we’d live happily ever after. I just wish this was before I realised that she actually had the ugliest and thickest glasses ever that just made her look...... gosh, I still can’t find a word in the English language to describe how she looked. But in my defence, I actually didn’t notice all of that at the time. I just really wanted to be friendly. I wanted to redefine myself in secondary school because throughout my primary school years, I was always the new girl at school, who should be seen and not heard (my family moved around a lot so I never really settled down anywhere). But I’m happy to say that ordeal ended pretty nicely because she and I became really good friends before we graduated. Of course this was after she got a pair of contacts - which really looked good on her this time. But I wasn’t the first one who pointed out how nice they were on her just in case I was blinded by my ambition again.

Over the years, I’ve had my moments when I’ve thought making friends was pretty easy. Usually by some stroke of luck, I seemed to have made the right complements. But generally, it’s been hard for me so I find it easier to just be quiet, avoid eye contact and play or chat on my blackberry (or in recent times, since I lost my blackberry, play snake xenzia or bounce on my torchlight nokia phone).

Two months ago, I decided that since I’m not exactly the life of the party, I could try being pretty. Now I’m not saying that pretty people are boring and interesting people are ugly so please no offence to the pretty ones, who are not afraid to be goofy and the ugly ones, who are boring as hell. Okay, so I’m not sure that was better, but moving on. So, I decided to be pretty and decided to take part in a pageant kind of thing. Good thing about it was they were looking for other attributes as well like eloquence, articulacy, not too much height, not too skinny (my major motivation) and others so I thought I had a shot. Plus I had a shot at winning Indian hair.

So in the midst of all the girls, I really surprised myself. I made friends with every single one of them and really had fun. I may have even won Miss. Congeniality. Sadly, I didn’t finish the training and didn’t get to compete because law school resumed and I had to leave. I don’t think that sort of thing was my thing anyway. The point is at the time, relating with them seemed so easy and made me realise that I may actually be a friendly person contrary to what I think about myself. I just shouldn’t put too much thought into it and a very important factor was just being myself.

Another thing is I find it a lot easier to relate with girls than with guys. But that’s talk for another day. Ciao.

JUST DO IT!

Okay, so today's the first day I'm blogging and there pretty much might need to be an intro or something. But I just want to jump right into it. I've always wanted to be a blogger just for the fun of it and here I am! Blogging! Coolio!!
Speaking of wanting to do stuff, I realised that whatever you want to do, you can do it no matter what. Yea, I know. It sounds quite like one of those inspirational stuff just meant to inspire you. But for real its true. If it doesn't happen, then you probably don't really want it that bad. Plus, when you want something, you also need to take steps to get closer to your goal and all.
You wish you could be a more social person? Get up and get out there. You want to be a pro basketball player? Not just on x-box? Get a ball and hang out at the court or better yet build a court for yourself and invite other ballers over. Want to pass your bar final exams? Well try to study at least an hour or two a day and quit bb chatting in class!
There's something I'd really like to do that I'm seriously working towards. I really really REALLY  want to to be a spy. No really. I know, sounds like I'm just saying for lack of something interesting to say, but for real, it's a dream of mine. Plus, you can't judge because I'm sure if you were to be honest about your own dreams and aspirations, we'd probably think we bought ourselves a ticket on crazy train.
Ok so, I have a back up plan if I It doesn't work out (but I'm pretty sure it would). And that's to be an assassin. Nope, I did not have a troubled past. Or present. I'm just a regular gal who would like to be an assassin if being a spy doesn't work out. I know what you're thinking and yes, I'm pretty sure that's regular. Of course I'd be an assassin for a good cause. I won't just kill for no good reason. It'll always be for a good cause. Like superman or spiderman. They kill for good caues and everyone seems to go along with it so there. I'm not going to be an assassin like the ones in Prince of Persia - which by the way was a real cool movie. I guess I'm really just in love with all the gadgets and stuff spies use. But that's not my only motivation (just in case any prospective employers are reading this). I also want to serve and to protect and do all the stuff spies do with all my honour. I'm a great secret keeper. I'm pretty agile and flexible (thanks to self taught yoga) and I'm great with my hands (I can draw a pretty straight line without a ruler and when I bowl, I've got pretty good aim. Cool huh? I know).
Okay, so you might ask, what am I doing to achieve my dreams and aspirations? Well, for one thing, I believe in myself. I'm doing yoga, I'm practicing my aim with rubber bands and catapults, I practice watching people from my compact mirror without getting caught, I have this book on how to be a spy, which I read like all the time, I try out disguises and stuff. Okay more seriously, I'm studying law so I can later do a masters in International relations and diplomacy so I can be aware of the world and how things are done everywhere, I read a lot, I'm learning languages - presently, I speak french and am learning arabic and spanish and portuguese and german and okay maybe not all at the same time but it's a work in progress I promise. So you see, I'm pretty serious about it. I'm also looking for a very regular low key guy to marry so I can live a low key under cover lifestyle.
Well, just wanted to put that on record so when I become a spy, I'll remember that it was something I always wanted to do and I achieved it. Anyway, not like anyone will know I'm a spy because I'm actually supposed to be under cover. In any case, how do you know I'm not already a spy? Well, I guess we'll never know.

So, don't be afraid to dream, no matter how stupid you think the dream is. You don't know who may be looking for what you've got to offer. I'm pretty sure the people who invented things like the anti bandit bag http://www.life.com/image/3397234/in-gallery/25371/30-dumb-inventions or the laryngaphone http://izismile.com/2009/09/16/the_most_stupid_inventions_30_pics.html or the rainy day cigarette holder (pictured above) really?! So dear friends, nothing can ever be too stupid. Or at least as srupid as these. Basically, it just makes life fun and colourful, so don't hold back. In fact, share the silliest thing you've ever wanted to do. You'd be surprised that you can actually do it. I never knew I could really be a spy. Ooops! Did I just give myself away? ;)
Well, until next time, live your dream people.