tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27793159455538657602024-02-07T06:27:57.389+00:00Ditzy Polka Dot's RandomsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-36753716673741099912016-02-01T22:18:00.001+00:002016-02-01T22:18:21.173+00:00Pinch, Punch First Day Of The Month!Where has the month gone? Where?!?!?! Can you believe that January 2016 is actually over? Because I'm struggling to come to terms with it if I'm completely honest. Is time going faster or am I just getting older and therefore more aware of it? I don't know but I'm not sure I like it. But for now I'll grin and bear it and say a hearty "welcome" to <span style="font-size: x-large;">February</span> and all that it will bring.<br />
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Life is short. We know that. That phrase is thrown about all the time, sometimes as an excuse for recklessness, sometimes as an actual fact and sometimes just to fill awkward silences. Okay so granted, saying "life is short" in an awkward silence is probably gonna make things more awkward. In fact it will. Don't say it. I've done it before and the person backed away slowly thinking I was about to kill him.<br />
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But anyway, life <i>is</i> short. There's no two ways about it. You have your allotted time on this earth and once it's up, it's up. Some of us have longer than others but the reason we throw the phrase about so much is because the more we go on, the more we realise this. Loved ones leave us way before their time more and more and it's a terrifying fact of life. I've lost many people close to me and it never seems to get easier to deal with, but why should it? Death is a harsh reality that we have to deal with.<br />
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I don't care how cliche this sounds but tell the people you love that you love them. Tell people how much they mean to you. Write that book that you always wanted to write. Showcase those drawings you always wanted to get out there. Upload that singing video to YouTube. Shoot your shot. Post that vlog with those anecdotes you were nervous about. Reach those <span style="font-size: x-large;">goals</span>. Be who you want to be and the best version of that. Because our time is limited. Why not use that time to be as happy as we can be?<br />
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That's all easier said than done of course, but sometimes we're so stuck with thoughts of "I <i>can't</i>" that we fail to make ways to make things work. That's all. Just a little reminder that you <span style="font-size: x-large;">deserve</span> to be <span style="font-size: x-large;">happy</span> too, not just those around you.<br />
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Keep smiling folks, as hard as that may be at times.<br />
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Ditzy xXx<br />
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So, if you've followed my trail of pandemonium, you'll know that I started doing vlogs on YouTube. It was just another platform I wanted to try out since I love talking so much and to be honest, my friends seemed to enjoy them as much as I liked making them so that was pretty rewarding in itself.<br />
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Then I got ill.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>********** SHOCK **********</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>********** HORROR *********</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>********** DISASTER **********</b></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>***boo hoo/sob sob/waterworks/sighs of pity/too bad/oh what shame/life goes on***</b></span></div>
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Now I'm on the road to recovery. So I thought I'd say <span style="font-size: x-large;">hi,</span> inform you that<span style="font-size: medium;"> <span style="font-size: x-large;">I'm not dead</span></span> and let you know that I plan to be here to stay. I miss writing my scattered thoughts down and I miss hearing your reactions to my posts. So I've decided to start blogging again, with maybe the occasional vlog thrown about here and there for good measure.<br />
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A lot has happened over the past year or so but I feel like it'd be redundant to talk about it all. Though it has to be said, despite everything, my love of food is still heartily intact. So I'm almost back to my old self with a bit more wisdom and a smidgen more body fat but ya know what? That's okay. Because I'm in a pretty bright place right now. And nope, it's not because I have a 100 watt light bulb in my lamp (don't ask).<br />
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So basically this is my big:<br />
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<b>"Hello, it's me, </b></div>
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<b>I was wondering if after all these months you'd like to read, </b></div>
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<b>To go over everything. </b></div>
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<b>They say that times supposed to heal ya, </b></div>
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<b>And I've done quite a lot of healing actually. </b></div>
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<b>Hello, can you see this? </b></div>
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<b>I'm sat behind this screen in England with a cup of tea. </b></div>
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<b>And it's raining. . . and cold, </b></div>
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<b>I've forgotten how it felt to be able to feel my feet.</b></div>
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<b>There's such a difference, between my posts</b></div>
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<b>And a million thoughts.</b></div>
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<b>Hello from the other side</b></div>
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<b>I must've wrote a thousand times</b></div>
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<b>To tell you I'm sorry for not posting so much</b></div>
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<b>But when I sit down to write, my brain turns to mulch</b></div>
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<b>Hello from the outside</b></div>
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<b>At least this post that I've designed</b></div>
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<b>Is something that I'm a little bit proud of.</b></div>
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<b>And I hope that you think it's not -overly soft</b></div>
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<b>For a blog."</b></div>
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Okay I had a lot of fun writing that. It was totally unplanned. I intended to just write "this is my big "hello, it's me, I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to read" but then it escalated like a Bollywood movie/Telenovela explosion (yep, I'm hooked on Jane The Virgin). It's actually so cringey it's giving me butterflies but I can't have a big Adele-like break and not come back in Adele-like manner, can I?<br />
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So anyway, let me leave before I absolutely, unapologetically obliterate another song.<br />
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Keep smiling, folks!<br />
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Ditzy xXx<br />
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You may think it's weird that I'm writing about this now, 2 weeks after it happened. To be honest, when I first heard about it, I thought of writing a post, just to express the shock and devastation and also to raise awareness of how truly awful depression can be. But then, after composing my thoughts, I thought I'd give it a bit of time. When we're upset, we tend to say things we don't mean. It's difficult to rationalise your thoughts, especially when you're talking about something that you feel very strongly about. So I didn't want this to be an angry post. I wanted it to reflect positively on Mr Williams, showing what a great man he was, despite the struggles he faced. Another thing, I knew that people would be looking up Robin Williams a lot and I didn't want to seem like I was cashing in on that. So all in all, that's basically why I thought I'd wait a bit to write this.<br />
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When I think of Robin Williams, I immediately think of Mrs Doubtfire and Patch Adams. I think they're the main films that stand out to me because I really believe he was similar to the characters that he played. Personally growing up without a dad, I used to love the idea of the sort of dad he played in Mrs Doubtfire; fun, loving, caring and willing to do anything for his children who he loved so much. Also, having a lot of experiences with doctors in my life, I loved the idea of the unorthodox, fun, child centred approach of Patch Adams. From what I've read, Robin Williams seemed to be that sort of person. For example, he once said this about his children:<br />
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So the man wasn't perfect. He'd a had a tough life, with his time as a stand up comedian on the road being the main culprit for his turning to drugs and alcohol. This obviously had a massive negative impact on his life. In fact, it was the birth of his son that made him quit the drugs.</div>
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He was also close friends with Christopher Reeve. Reeve said that Robin was the first man to make him laugh after his accident. In fact, here's the insert of what Reeve had to say (taken from Wikipedia. . . Yes, <i>such</i> a trustworthy source!). He was about to undergo surgery to reattach his skull to his spine and was obviously terrified, experiencing a lot of anguish:</div>
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<b>" <i>"I already knew that I had only a fifty-fifty chance of surviving the surgery. Then, at an especially bleak moment, the door flew open and in hurried a squat fellow with a blue scrub hat and a yellow surgical gown and glasses, speaking in a Russian accent." The man announced that he was a proctologist and was going to perform a rectal exam on Reeve. It was Robin Williams, reprising his character from the film 'Nine Months'. Reeve wrote: "For the first time since the accident, I laughed. My old friend had helped me know that somehow I was going to be okay".</i> "</b></div>
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What an amazing individual. Robin promised to do everything to help Christopher. After Reeve's medical insurance ran out, Williams paid for the bills out of his own pocket. Reeve passes away in 2004 and his wife Dana died in 2006. Williams went on to provide both physical and financial support to Dana and Christopher Reeve's 14 year old son. </div>
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You don't have to be a genius to know that Robin Williams evidently had a heart of absolute gold. So he made mistakes just like everyone does, but he had heart, soul and the want to just make people happy; to make them laugh.<br />
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<b><i>Just Because I'm Laughing, It Doesn't Mean I'm Happy</i></b></h3>
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Depression is. . . Do you know what? I can't even find a word that describes it. Nothing completely explains it. Nothing completely describes how awful the illness is. Though I think many will agree (particularly those who have suffered from it); when I think of the word "depression", the word "misunderstood" comes to mind immediately. Because the fact of the matter is, even if you have been through depression yourself, you will never fully understand another persons' depression. The struggle is real, and the struggle is individual to each sufferer. </div>
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When the world heard about Robin Williams taking his own life, many took to social media to express their feelings. Many were heartfelt tributes, thoughts and memories on how this man helped vast amounts of people all over the world through his films and demeanour. Then there were some who posted careless comments. You know the ridiculous hype:</div>
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<i>"How could he be so selfish as to take his own life and leave his family behind".</i></div>
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<i>"Right well he had all the money in the world so how could he have been struggling"</i></div>
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These comments are heartless, cruel and so disgustingly naive. I think the worst thing about a chronic illness that you can't physically see is that no one realises how much it's killing you. If someone was visibly covered in bandages from head to toe, people would understand. But you can't do that with depression. There is often no physical ailment to cover up. </div>
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I think with some people, they can't find true happiness themselves, so they just focus on making other people happy instead. See, I'm just relating my own experiences. I've suffered from bad depression in the past. However, it's not something that I wanted to talk about a lot. I find it difficult to talk about my own problems. Ok, so I'm not gonna be ridiculously modest and say I don't like talking about myself because sometimes I do! But when it comes to problems or issues I'm facing, I don't like to open up to people that I know. This is for a few different reasons.</div>
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2. I don't want people doing things for me. For example, I know if I put statuses on Facebook, my friends (being the amazing people that they are) will text me asking what's up. They'll try to help and I completely appreciate that. But sometimes, I don't want that attention. Sometimes, I just need to vent, but I don't want close people worrying. It's at times like this that I'll vent on Twitter. I get my feelings across but don't have anyone asking me what's up. </div>
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But you see, when I feel utterly hopeless and just ridiculously down, I sort of give up on happiness. I just think, for the moment, nothing will make me happy, whilst I'm going through this state of emptiness. So I might as well focus on making other people happy. It's weird but I feel some sort of momentary spark of glee when I hear someone laugh from something I've said. It's almost like a two second spark that lights up inside. It literally does only last about 10 seconds, but for that moment I forget my own issues. I feel like my existence isn't completely worthless because I just made that person laugh. I made them a little bit happy. So I must have something in me that's worth the struggle.</div>
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This won't make a lot of sense to people. It doesn't completely make sense to me to be honest. But what I'm trying to say is that many people use comedy as an outlet. But just because they use it as an outlet, just because they seem happy, doesn't mean they are. A couple of weeks ago, comedian Jason Manford put the quote from Watchmen on Facebook, sort of to reflect the struggle of people suffering from depression:</div>
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<b>"<i>A man goes to the doctor. He says he's depressed. Life seems harsh and cruel and he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. The Doctor says: "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up". The man bursts into tears and says: "But doctor. . . I am Pagliacci". </i>"</b></div>
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Many hide behind the mask of humour, the mask of the clown, just to conceal their real deep dark feelings and emotions. It's a means of escape, but not a permanent one. Song lyrics come to mind; Beautiful by Eminem:</div>
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<i><b>Unfortunately I am, but I just hide behind the tears of a clown"</b></i></div>
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Too many people do it. But not enough people see the hurt behind the laugh. The scars behind the smile.</div>
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Look guys, I'm well aware of how scattered and jumbled this post is. I think it's because even though I was/am a sufferer of depression, it's something that I will never fully understand and it's because of this that my emotions and my own body catch me by surprise sometimes. But I hope this gives some of you even the tiniest bit of understanding. Depression is something that billions of people suffer from, from mild forms to severe forms, but very few people actually understand it. </div>
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We don't know what the next person is going through. Some might call others attention seekers but you don't feel attention when your dead. And yeah, some might <i>be</i> attention seekers, doing stupid things to get the attention of others. But why do they need that attention? Maybe it's a cry for help out of utter desperation?</div>
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Humour is a beautiful thing and being made to laugh is one of the best things in life. Having the ability to make people laugh is a gift. I truly believe that. And Robin Williams had that gift more that anyone. But those people that make you laugh, those that make you the happiest, those that seem the happiest they could be; these could be the ones going through the most heartache. We don't know each others struggles. But we can be there. Because we all need friends. And we all crave someone who understands.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-45321515240368924552014-07-24T14:59:00.000+01:002014-07-29T13:20:09.016+01:00DiaWHATtes?So most of you already know that I have Type 1 Diabetes. I've had it for 13 and a half years (since I was 6 years old) and I've been an insulin pump user for 2 and a half years and my pumps name is Patrick Jr. (my first pump died after a year of having it and his name was Patrick). Anyway, the reason I bring all this up is because a recent news story caught my interest. It was about a model who wore her insulin pump on stage. And this made me happy. And because of that fact, I want to write about it.<br />
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The story is about 20 year old Idaho Beauty Queen, Sierra Sandison. She attracted even more attention because she chose to wear her insulin pump whilst modelling in her bikini on stage. Now, this has made me sooo happy, you don't even understand.<br />
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First of all, I've never been embarrassed of my pump. It took me 8 miserable years of injecting 4-8 times a day to finally get mine, so I'm proud to wear it. It's sort of a reminder to me of my long fought battle that I won in the end. But I do understand why some people don't want it on show. Some look at it as a constant reminder of their condition and some just don't want people to know about their diabetes. Which is fine. I've just never had that problem. But then again, I'm a person who's life is pretty much an open book and I understand not everyone is like that.<br />
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Anyway, Sierra was diagnosed when she was 18, so she's a diabetes newbie, if you like. But she decided that she would wear her pump. Because, why hide it? If you want to read the story, it can be found <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/28400717" target="_blank">here.</a> << See? I made it easy for you ;)<br />
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To be honest though, my take on the whole situation is this: <i>what </i>is the point in hiding the pump? You'll end up stressing yourself out by trying to hide it all the time. Beach trips will be a nightmare and you're essentially being ashamed of something that you've<i> no</i> reason to be ashamed of. <br />
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I understand how difficult life with Type 1 Diabetes can be though. I've had a lot of stick in the past because people <i>think</i> they know all about it. I used to be in hospital a lot before I got my insulin pump because I kept getting ketones and going into DKA (Diabetic Ketoacidosis) which is basically the #1 killer in Type 1 Diabetics. Ketones is basically acid in your blood that starts to eat away at your body fat. Or something like that. But I had people making the old snide comments like:<br />
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<b><i>"Ohhh well if she watched what she ate, maybe she wouldn't be in hospital so much"</i></b></div>
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<b><i>"Oh well obviously it's because she eats absolute rubbish. I mean I saw her scoff a KFC the other day and that's why she keeps ending up in hospital" </i></b></div>
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Yeah, trust me, I've had it all. I've also had the common "helpful/curious suggestions/questions":</div>
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<b><i>"Right, well, I would give you the box of chocolates but on second thought, I don't want you binging and ending up in hospital so here, have this small pack instead"</i></b></div>
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See? All this has got one thing in common. They all say "oh" a lot. Hehe just kidding. No but seriously, it's obvious: they're all diet related. See, because type 2 diabetes is so prevalent nowadays, people think that that's it. Type 1 and Type 2 are the same. But they're <i>not. </i>In fact, the only thing they have in common is that they're to do with insulin production. In fact they're so different that I strongly think that Type 1 Diabetes should be called something else and therefore putting a stop to stereotypes. </div>
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I didn't get Type 1 Diabetes because I ate too many sweets, contrary to popular belief. I got it because my pancreas stopped producing insulin. The route cause of this is unknown but it could be down to genetics or a virus that I had when I was younger that messed my body up internally. I'll never be sure. But the fact of the matter remains; <b><i>Type 1 Diabetes is nothing nothing nothing to do with diet.</i></b></div>
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The thing with type 2 is you have to watch what you eat. With type 1 you learn to count your carbs. This is so that you can count the carbohydrates that you eat and therefore give yourself enough insulin to break it down properly. This then maintains your blood sugar levels, provided you get your carb-to-insulin ratios right. This means that I can have a whole tub of ice cream if I wanted; provided I give myself enough insulin, my blood sugars will stay stable. (I've tried this and it worked). But obviously, just like a person without diabetes, you wouldn't do this all the time because it's unhealthy for <i>anyone</i>. </div>
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So to all you people who offer "friendly advice" such as questioning a Type 1 Diabetics choice of food, think first. Because there is honestly nothing more annoying. And<b> it makes us want to punch you in the face</b> whilst scoffing a bucket of KFC and washing it down with a McFlurry after (Ooooh KFC AND Maccy Dees in one sentence! <i>How </i>controversial!). Literally, nothing provokes me more. </div>
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Also, one last thing. Sierra Sandison should be an inspiration to all Type 1 Diabetics out there, because she definitely is to me. <b>Don't use Type 1 Diabetes as an excuse for not being able to lose weight because it genuinely isn't a valid one.</b> This disease shouldn't stop you from doing anything, because it's not like Type 2 Diabetes. You can have that killer body that you want because it won't stop you from achieving it. Only you can stop that. Through a steady healthy eating regime and light exercise, I've found myself having to shrink my jeans in the dryer just so that they fit! (That skint life tho... xD). </div>
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And just ponder this fact for a second: The <i>gorgeous</i> being that is Halle Berry, is also Type 1 Diabetic. And she has a body that literally makes you die a little inside. So you cannot tell me that it's impossible to lose weight with Type 1 Diabetes. If you're on insulin, you <i>can </i>go on a low carb diet! I have and it's been amazing! Obviously, <b>your body is your sculpture and your diabetes is your art to get right.</b> So what works for me won't necessarily work for you. Consult your doc before making big changes. But <b>don't <i>ever </i>use Type 1 Diabetes as an excuse.</b></div>
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So, be free and do what <i>you</i> want. Type 1 Diabetes is not a something to tie you down. It's just something we've been pinned with until they find a cure. Eat that ice cream, give your insulin and Z Snap anyone that asks you if you should be eating that.<br />
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So seeing as I always seem to mention music in my posts, I've decided to do <i>"The Music Corner". </i>This new addition is going to be where I feature my favourite songs at the moment and skip to the good bit (Oh <i>HELLO</i> Rizzle Kicks reference!)<i></i>.<br />
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So today I'm gonna be talking about George Ezra. Look at his little face! This guy is honestly so amazing. I love his voice so much. It's so deep and powerful without going all "soul ballad-y". My favorite song by him is Blame It On Me. It's so beautiful and earthy. But obviously, he came to my attention for his song called Budapest.<br />
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<i>Well George </i>maybe that's the problem. Your family probably don't know this girl. And they know that if you went with her BAM! You'd leave them. That's what they don't understand. How could you leave them for some chick? Tell us <i>that</i> George. </div>
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about the World Cup until after it was all over but let's face it, so much has
happened so far, I feel this needs to be the first part of a two part series! I
don't really think I know it all, but I do have some quite strong opinions on a
few things. So let me stop beating around the bush and just get on with it.</span></div>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;">The World Cup
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is all I have to say. <i>What </i>a monstrosity of <i>gargantuan</i> proportions!!!
Just no!! In my opinion, Pitbull should be put on an island full of skinny
girls, no standards and flags of Cuba everywhere, because, ya know, he seems to
want to remind us and himself of the fact that he is Cuban. In every single
song. Also, I like JLo. Who doesn't? But<i> really</i>? You guys could've done <i>wayyyy</i>
better than that. It's like they recorded it in ten minutes in between flights
or something, listened to it and thought, "no this needs to be more
Brazilian", grabbed a random Brazilian off the street, got her to talk a
bit and then just sneaked it into the song. It's messy and just outright
shocking. Where's will.i.am when you need him, eh? </span></div>
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do so great did we? To be honest, I think individuals did well, like Sterling,
Sturridge (hehe, spell check wants to change that to Porridge xD), Cahill and
Lallana. But then we come to the likes of Gerrard and Rooney. But I've reserved
them a paragraph each so I'm not gonna go on about them here. Personally, I
think some of our players are just there for the sake of their name and not
actually for their skill. I think some of them are past their prime and it's
time to move on, however harsh that sounds.</span></div>
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younger players played (they really did do well), I personally think it was
early days for them. The World Cup is <i>massive </i>and it must be an
intimidating prospect to play in. So I think they themselves need to be focused
on loads and trained up amazingly over the next few years, ready for the Euro
2016 and the next World Cup (in Qatar of all places?? I mean,<i> really</i>?).
For this reason then, I think some of our older players need to step down now
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do. I like his face and his accent. And he seems like an alright guy. I do
however, think he needs to think about his career seriously now. There's
just been too many slip ups (quite literally) when I've seen him play. He's
been making a lot of mistakes and to be honest, it was like watching the Prem
all over again. Personally, I think he's let everything get to him and he's
just struggling. It's like he's scared of the ball now and I hate seeing that.
So I don't know, maybe it's time to take your break now Stevie? But whatevs. If
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start?! Don't worry, this isn't going to be a massive rant/hate binge on the
guy. I don't hate him at all. Dislike? Hmmm... we'll go with "dislike
intensely". I intensely dislike Rooney and I shall tell you why. At first,
I refused to dislike him because I thought everyone was just hating on him for
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paragraph. This is where the SRANT begins (that's code for Semi-Rant)* Rooney,
Rooney, Rooney. What are you <i>doing</i>??????? Honestly, he runs like he can't
be bothered, he looks like he can't bothered and he plays like he can't be
bothered. He's just a big lump of non-botheredness. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure
he was great back in the day (I wouldn't know, I wasn't into footy then) but
what I've seen now, nah, it's not there anymore. There's no spark and it's like
he's just playing to pay for his house. Which I'm sure is already paid for.
That's it now though. He's made his millions, paid for that shocking hair
transplant (that has done him no favours) and so he's done. And to be honest,
if you've had to undergo a hair transplant, I'm pretty sure it's a great big
massive sign that it's over. </span></div>
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subject, how on <i>earth</i> did he get Coleen? I mean <i>really</i>? I'm just
kidding. I'm sure Wayne has a heart under that false pretense of football
expertise he professes to have.</span></div>
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until last, kind of how you leave that last bit of steak 'til the end of your
meal, after you've cleared your chips and veg (what I like to call, the
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So Suarez has made headlines yet again for his cannibalistic
ways. Now, I think we’d better just put all of this in context. On the 19<sup>th</sup>
July, we were hailing him as one of the best players known to man, after those two
beautiful goals he scored during the England vs Uruguay game. Okay, so we all hated
him for scoring against us, but ya know, we’ll skip over that. In fact I wrote
a status the next morning saying how important it was for Liverpool fans to
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match on the 24<sup>th</sup> July, and BAM! Different story. So I didn’t watch
the match because I was too focused on the Costa Rica vs England game. But
apparently, Suarez got frustrated and allegedly bit Giorgio Chiellini. Well, it’s
not allegedly. It’s blatantly there in black and white. No it’s in colour but its
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control of the situation and therefore decided to take a chunk out of
Chiellini. Chiellini gets startled by the unprovoked attack, elbows Suarez in
the face (like a reflex), Suarez realises what he’s done, throws his hands in
the air for a second (“aaah what have I done!?”), leaps to the floor and holds
his teeth, like <i>they're </i>the victims in this situation. It’s only when he’s on
the floor, gripping his teeth ‘til kingdom come, that he realises what an awful
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Oh my word!! How stupid! That’s it. This is the end
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<i><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">“Just keep holding your teeth Louis. Don’t let go of
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So he must’ve been devastated at what he’d done.
There’s no doubt. I mean I honestly think he just didn’t know what to do and
just lost control. That doesn’t make it any better but that’s just my take on
it. What annoyed me though was the fact he tried to deny it. Then he was saying
that he was elbowed in the face. Erm, yeah, <i>after</i> you took a chunk out of the
guy. Just apologise, accept the consequences and move on. But don’t deny it! I
mean I’m hungry all the time Lou, but I don’t go around taking chunks out of
random people, no matter how fine they are. Can you imagine if all hormonal, menstrual
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">So the internet had a field day and social media
blew up, with Suarez still trending on Twitter today, two days later. Some of
the memes that were made were honestly hilarious. So in honour (that’s not
the right term but you know what I mean) of the three times Suarez turned into Hannibal,
I’ve decided to share my top three memes with you. And I also made one myself
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and also, as the results go, Suarez has been banned from 9 matches,
participating in any football related activities for the next 4 months
(therefore ruling out any further participation in the World Cup 2014) and he’s
been fined £65,000. Too right, I say. But honestly, Suarez clearly needs helps
and I honestly hope he gets all the help he needs. Because he’s an amazing
player. You simply cannot deny he has unbeatable skill. So sort your head out
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time for England, with no pride intact whatsoever, losing all three games. But
really and truly, how did we expect them to beat Costa Rica when, about a month
ago, Rooney probably thought it was just another coffee shop. (This joke is
blatantly stolen off Hugh Dennis on Mock The Week who said something similar.
It’s also a bit irrelevant seeing as he didn’t actually play in the Costa Rica
game, but meh, I like it so I’m keeping it). But I do still have hopes for the
Euro and the next World Cup, provided we focus on our young talent and train them
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Oh yeah and has anyone heard that song that was on a World
Cup advert (I think it was for Dre Beats or something? It’s called <b>Jungle by </b><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-GB;"><b>Jamie N Commons
and X Ambassadors ft Jay Z</b>? Anyway, it’s such a fab song! It’s so motivational
and would be absolutely <i>perf</i> for a run, walk or workout! But will someone
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<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Ditzy xXx</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-91752162172239483152014-06-18T13:19:00.000+01:002014-06-18T13:30:40.299+01:00C'est La Vie to Carp DiemI'm eating a salad. Yep. A salad. With no carbs. And no junk. Just a teeny tiny bit of ham, olives and about half an iceberg lettuce today because I refuse to go hungry. Everyone's out of the office right now on their lunch and let me tell you now, I'm glad. No, not because I dislike my work colleagues. They're great. But oh my word, try eating a salad gracefully and it will be the hardest thing you've ever had to do. <br />
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Now I'm not sure if I'm just going about it the wrong way, but I seem to get bits of lettuce everywhere that have escaped the fork or have spontaneously decided to jump out of the box. Also, I eat fast and ugh, I don't know. I think I'm just greedy to be honest. No I don't think. I know. Because I typed that out with four lettuce pieces hanging out my mouth. I know, I am etiquette and femininity epitomized. You may be seated. I mean, one wonders why one is still single. Can you not see the charm? ;)<br />
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Anyway, someone told me I should write a book the other day after reading my blog. I laughed in their face for a full 10 minutes. It was one of them things where you stop laughing, then you look at the person's deadpan face and laugh again. Me? Write a <i>book</i>? Turns out they were deadly serious and they didn't seem to appreciate the funny side, which is weird seeing as they enjoy this blog and we all know, this blog is <i>hilar</i>. <br />
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You know, I make myself laugh so much that sometimes, just sometimes, I wish I wasn't me. Just so that I could experience the utter joy it is to have me as friend. It'd be constant laughs and wit. Aaaaah... what it would be like to have me as a friend =')<br />
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So yeah, back to the book writing. I've been thinking about it now, I'm not gonna lie. A couple of people have said it to me over the past year or so and I don't know. Maybe I should. I mean, you don't have to be a genius to write a book right? I'm not sure exactly how to go about it and I don't even know where to even start when it comes to what to write about, but it's something to think about.<br />
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The thing is, I want to do something with my life. I don't want to be famous or anything, but I do love writing and so I'd love to have my own column somewhere or something. I mean, I write for a living, so I can't be too bad can I? And you're reading this so ha! You must agree ;)<br />
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Before, I kind of had this outlook that this is it. This is my life. Working 9 til 5 (what a way to make a living, sing it with me guys!) with leaky kidneys, ME/CFS, type 1 diabetes and only Patrick my insulin pump to call my man.<i> C'est la vie.</i><br />
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But no! This <i>isn't </i>life! Life is what you make it and so I'm gonna make a life that I love! They say that beauty is in the eye of the beholder but I'm saying life is in the hands of the beholder! No, that doesn't work but you catch my drift right? <br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b>So don't live your life saying <i>c'est la vie</i> (even though it is pretty fun to say). Change that outlook and say <i>carpe diem</i>.</b></span> </div>
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I'm still unsure of how to say that. Is it car-pay dee-em? Or carp dime? Or carpee deem?<br />
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And if you don't know how to say it, even go so far as to be annoying enough to say YOLO. Whatever works for you. But just grab life by the horns and steer it in the direction that <i>you </i>want it to go. Because that's the only way to make a change. Ambition is the key to success. I just made that up. Wow, maybe I should be a philosopher. Scrap the book ;) <br />
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Anyway, if anyone has any tips or advice, that'd be great. Again, this is just a passing thought and I might never do it but you never know!<br />
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I've finished my salad now. I'm not full. Ugh! And also, I've used a lot of <i>italics </i>(oooh there you go again) in this post. You're welcome. <br />
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<b>Facebook: <a href="http://www.facebook.com/ditzypolkadot" target="_blank">www.facebook.com/ditzypolkadot</a></b>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-57145304308392728942014-06-11T13:21:00.001+01:002014-06-11T15:42:22.625+01:00Won't You Stay With Me, 'Cause I Need You Darlin'Nope nope nope, don't get excited. I'm not in love. Well, I am but it's not what you think. The culprit is popcorn. Yes, popcorn. I am in love with popcorn. So much so that I'd go so far as to say it's better than chocolate. Yep. I said it. *cue all hormonal, menstrual girls to start a witch hunt for me now*. Just call me Wayne ;) I've always liked popcorn, but recently, I've been eating it quite a lot. And I've started experimenting with different flavours, adding stuff to the mix and just going a bit crazy as per usual. Let me tell you now, the possibilities are ENDLESS. It's a whole new world of excitement, so if I were you, I'd enter it now. So popcorn is the reason for the title of this blog post. I have an unexplainable love for it and I need it and it should never leave me.<br />
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Also just a huge congratulations to Sam Smith for reaching Number 1 in the UK charts for Stay With Me. What a glorious song that is!!!!! And also congrats to Ed Sheeran for getting his first UK No1 for Sing. That song will always get me dancing. It's fab!!! Also, a small part of me hopes these two will Google their names one day and stumble upon this blog... yeah... <br />
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Anyway, complete change of subject here but don't you hate it when you walk into a bathroom and the automatic air freshener sprays as soon as you walk in. I mean really! Rude much? I just got here and you already feel the need to scent my path? Maybe I j<span style="font-size: small;">us</span>t came in to wash my hands! I mean, how is that meant to make a girl feel? Just imagine:</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><b>"Aww you look beautiful! But hold up. Let me "Febreeze" you up first".</b></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">These air fresheners need to sort themselves out. I mean, if we can invent stuff like phones controlled by eye movement, you can't tell me we can't have air fresheners to spray when we <i>leave</i> the bathroom. At least be sly about it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Another swift change of subject (I have ADHD thoughts today so just go with it. I don't have ADHD though, I'm wayyyy too lazy), but is it just me or do The 1975 seem to creep a lot? (If you think that's a typo for "the year 1975" remove yourself from this blog, YouTube them and then kick yourself for not knowing who they are. You may now continue reading).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">I mean, I <i>love love love </i>them, but they always seem to be creeping! The following lyrics are taken from various songs by them:</span></div>
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<i><b>"For crying out loud, settle down! You know I can't be found with you".</b></i></div>
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<i><b>"She's got a boyfriend anyway".</b></i></div>
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<i><b>"Worrying about my brother finding out".</b></i></div>
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Find your own girls guys!!! But I'm sure they have. Seeing as they're practically world famous now. And amazing. Like seriously, uh-mayzzz-inggggg. But it's just an observation.</div>
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Also, speaking of music, who on <i>earth </i>is Ryan Lewis? I mean, I love Macklemore and his music is fab. But why is everything "Macklemore and Ryan Lewis"? I mean, where is he?? Where's his voice? I just wanna hear your voice Ryan! That's all. Show us your voice!!! =') And that would be perf =)</div>
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Oh! I have a new occupation now! Yeah, I'm a self proclaimed artist. You know why? Twitter. I mean think about it: getting my weirdo, rambling, messed up thoughts contained enough to write what I'm thinking in 140 characters? That's an art. So I'm an artist now. And if you wanna catch that flow, follow me on Twitter: @ditzypolkadot.</div>
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Or don't. I post too much. And I'm a little off the wall (haha get it? Off the wall? Off the Twitter wall? Oh dear...). See that? One perk of dating me is I laugh at my own jokes, so you don't have to. But I'm hilarious. So you will laugh.</div>
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It's a little mean. But it's me. I'm kinda like a bowl of popcorn. I'm overall really nice. Like, I am a nice person. Honestly. But if you do my head in, I might just throw you an unpopped kernel, sort of like a reality check? (Also, don't you think it's mega cool that uncooked popcorn things are called kernels and Mr KFC himself is also called The Colonel?? Isn't that just proof that they're two of the most amazing things to ever grace our world?)<br />
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Ohhhhh also! The World Cup 2014 starts tomorrow!!!!! Eeeeek!!!! Who are you guys rooting for?? You excited?! Because I am! But I think I contain it well ;)<br />
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<i>***BUT (See the "***" and italics to show this is important? Like that touch? I do.) If any of you are thinking of buying me a<b> gift </b>any time between 12th June 2014 (tomorrow) and Sunday 13th July 2014, please buy me <b>cider</b> (preferably <b>Stella</b> or <b>Henry Weston's</b>) because I intend for this period of time to be a <b>cider/football filled haze</b>. Thanks in advance. <b>I also accept vouchers </b>for Tesco, Morrison's, Asda and Sainsbury's (yes, I like to live the high life sometimes)... So yeah...***</i><br />
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Anyway, my lunch is nearly over so I'm off. Hope you guys enjoy this post. It is pretty scattered but that's what my current thoughts are like at the moment haha.<br />
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Have a good day peeps!<br />
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So the reason I talk about strong women is because I am one. Haha just kidding. I mean, I think I am but you can't really self-profess yourself to be one can you? Only arrogant people do that. . . Oh wait? ;)<br />
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Ok so I was listening to two songs non stop the other day. They're old but they're pure classics. The two song were:<br />
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<b> </b><i> </i><b> </b>Now, these might not seem like the typical love song. because when people think of love songs, they normally think of I Will Always Love You or something mushy like that, which is fine. But I actually love these songs so much because even though these two women are dependent on the man they are talking about/singing to, they are still strong, independent women. Sound contradictory? You should be used to that by now ;) But let me explain:</div>
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So this is my all time favourite Whitney song. What I love about it is even though she is asking this dude to stay with her, she doesn't lose her gumption. For example, the line:</div>
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She wants him to stay, but she can't help but challenge him with the 'if you dare' add on. We all know she didn't have to say that (ok so for rhyming reasons she did) but it reminds me of when you're young and stupid and you answer your mum back when she's having a go at you but it's so quiet that it comes out as a whispered mumble<b>. </b>But Whitney ain't scared. Oh no. Whitney, she gets angry.<b> </b>Because at the end of the song she goes and says it...:</div>
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*with shoe menacingly in hand* "Boy I told you I have nothing if you ain't here with me. So pack your things and stay loyally by my side. I'm not saying it again".</div>
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So if you've seen Dreamgirls, you'll definitely know what I'm on about. Yeah, that song where Effie (played beautifully by JHud) finds out she preggers with that dudes baby. She's ditched by the band (because let's face it, she was hard work and hella scary) and so, as you do, she breaks into song. And it's an absolute wondrous belter!!!!! </div>
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I love this song so much. Like literally, it is amazing. Because even though she's in absolute despair, she still isn't begging. No, Effie don't beg, just like Joey doesn't share food. Listen:</div>
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<b>And I am telling you<br />
I'm not going<br />
You're the best man I'll ever know<br />
There's no way I could ever, ever go<br />
No, no, no, no way<br />
No, no, no, no way I'm living without you<br />
Oh, I'm not living without you,<br />
Not living without you<br />
I don't wanna be free<br />
I'm staying, I'm staying<br />
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Yeah, you don't mess with Effie. Because she's staying. I absolutely love this!!!! She's desperate for this mans' love because she loves him so much. And she's not going anywhere. And he <i>will </i>love her. </div>
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So there's my take on those two songs. Don't get me wrong, I would never try and chase someone who wasn't interested in me for me, nor would I get with someone who wanted me to drastically change. But you've gotta admire this gumption right? They never beg. But they're telling. And just because they need somebody (don't sing Kings of Leon, don't.... you know that I could use somebodyyyy... aaah you can't not!). But yeah, just because they need somebody doesn't mean that they're not strong or independent.</div>
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So let's just have a moment to think of all them strong women out there. Mums, sisters, aunts, grandmas... because everyone has struggled (women <i>and </i> men but guys, this is about women so... yeah... sorry about that). And their struggle was and is real. And yet they fight. </div>
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So yeah, hope you've enjoyed this post! I know it's quite different from the usual and I'm not sure my guy readers will appreciate it as much but hey, you guys continue to surprise me so you never know! Oh and just a little announcement: I'm getting my Toad nails removed today ='( So a little moment of silence for them maybe?</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-50372899311932977552014-05-13T13:04:00.000+01:002014-05-13T13:05:54.528+01:00Weird Words & Nostalgic NougatHey guys how are you? So I have 23 minutes to types out this post... And I have false nails on (gel tips if you're beauty inclined. I'm not. I still get nervous when people ask me about them because I'm worried I'll say it wrong. The long tips aren't mine the the under-nail is and I don't want to answer your nail related questions because I don't know enough about beauty so goodbye). But I decided to get Mario Related nails so I got Toad, the mushroom head, painted on and I love them! What do you think? They match my hella old phone case perfectly!<br />
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The only thing is, being diabetic, I have to do blood tests a lot. But everytime I do, it looks like I'm shooting Toad in the head. The fact that blood then splurges out doesn't help =/ Oooh but isn't 'splurge' such a fab word?!<br />
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So, apologies for not writing sooner but I have been mega busy with work, coursework and other stuff. But I've been thinking a lot about words recently. I mean, my job involves a lot of written work that can't be copied, so everything I write for my job has to be completely original. So I figured I'd have to take on Eminem's sort of early days tactics and read a dictionary every night to learn new words and incorporate them into my writing at work. I've been in this job since February and I haven't picked up a dictionary, nor have I opened the dictionary app I got <i>specially</i> for starting this job. Great start, right?<br />
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But anyway, recently it came to my attention that my imagination plays a huge part in my idea of wordplay. You see, certain words reminds me of the weirdest things. I'm sure your mind does this too, so if it does, let me know in the comments below! (Oooh that rhymes!)<br />
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But here are some examples of the sort of thing I mean:<br />
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<b>Glorious: </b>If you've read my previous blogs, you'll know what I'm talking about but for you new readers (welcome!) here's the thought the word 'glorious' outs in my head. This is taken from my Septmeber 2013 post called <a href="http://ditzypolkadot.blogspot.co.uk/2013/09/gloriousness-rainbows-jelly-sunshine.html" target="_blank">'Gloriouosness + Rainbows + Jelly +Sunshine = A Gloriously Happy Mix!'</a><br />
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And I shall emanate gloriousness to everyone, everywhere. And I am also
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<b>Chuffed: </b>I don't use this word a lot but I've heard people say it. I do love it though because it reminds me of Cheerios (the breakfast cereal) wearing little furry jackets, happily jumping into a massive bowl of milk (and, unbeknownst to them, their death. But they're totally unaware of their impending milk macerated demise...)<br />
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<b>Touch</b><b><b>é</b>: </b>I love this word! Like really love this word. It reminds me of a mix between the Monopoly Man and Poirot, tipping his hat whilst tweaking his mustache.<br />
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<b>Chickweed: </b>I discovered this word a while ago when I was texting someone. I was going to call them chicken but somehow auto-correct changed it to 'chickweed'. I liked it so I sent it anyway and now it's become a pet name for most of my close friends. But this reminds me of a little chick wrapped in weeds and nesting material to keep warm whilst eating my mums chickpea curry. Well, it's better than the alternative of a chick smoking a joint now isn't it? ;) Remember, pugs not drugs people!<br />
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<b>Serial Killer: </b>A tad morbid but when I heard this phrase for the first time, I was about 5 and I remember thinking it was someone who used had such an aversion to the breakfast option that they used to go round various supermarkets putting a knife through boxes of cereal. <br />
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<b>Nostalgic: </b>Nostalgic or Nostalgia reminds me of pink and white nougat dipped in liquid gold. I don't quite know why but meh. But isn't there something glorious about the word? Also how do you say 'nougat'? Noo-gaah or nugget?<br />
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Anyway, this now brings me to the 'Nostalgic Nougat' bit of this post. I was just thinking about my grandma and grandad and how loved up they were. I mean, we're talking about a man and woman born in the 1920's who are both Indian through and through. And yet, they loved each other so much. For example, I remember being told that my grandad used to put fresh flowers in my grandmas hair every morning when they lived in India. He loved her so much and he wasn't afraid to show it, which was different for that generation. My grandad, he remember small details about their wedding day and the first day he met my grandma. I won't go into it all, but they really, honestly loved each other so very much and they weren't ruled by a stiff upper lip. That's something that I want.<br />
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So anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this post. Sorry again for all the delays and stuff but I'm trying to balance everything at the moment. Ohhh and last last thing, Jhené Aiko posted such an amazing quote on instagram the other day:<br />
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It's scary how accurately this describes me. I don't love to get anything back. I love for the sake of loving. Love is basically my life. People come and go, they heal and they hurt, they encourage and they break down, but my love. It lasts forever. It is always there.<br />
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Keep smiling folks!<br />
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Ditzy xXx<br />
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Excuse the unorthodox greeting but I'm feeling pretty alternative/excited/happy/chilled right now. That might be down to the fact that I have my Reggae & Dancehall playlist blasting through my ears at work right now. And Vybz Kartel is playing right now. It's weird how you can feel so chill and yet dance-y at the same time. Reggae definitely hits new levels that's for sure. Oh my word, how annoying is it that Vybz is jailed for life?! Don't get me wrong, I completely support the decision as I believe criminals should be behind bars and not walking the streets. But what an idiot?! Because let's be honest, you lock up Vybz, you lock up dancehall. But anyway, I'm sure that the current artists will step up and keep it all going.<br />
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Oooooh have you guys heard that thing in the news about kebabs? Apparently people are concerned about what meat they're getting at takeaways, with kebab houses being the main concern. Right, I'm sorry but..... say what?<i> Everyone knows</i> that if you buy a donner kebab, you could well be eating the intestines of a goat, the tongue of an Ox, the feet of several cows and a horses hoof just for good measure. I mean you don't exactly buy a kebab for quality lamb now do you? So stop bloomin' complaining and just eat. Or give up eating kebabs. But if you did that, you'd have a kebab shaped whole in your heart. For the rest of your life. So I would advise against it. Just live in a state of oblivion like me and you'll be alright ;)<br />
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Also, for those complaining about donner kebabs containing other meats which is detrimental to certain religions (eg. Sikhs can't eat beef and Muslims can't eat pork), well okay fine. That's understandable. But what I <i>don't</i> understand is those who go for nights out drinking, then go for a kebab after, and then complain about the kebab containing meat that they can't eat. I mean I'm sorry but, what? So you've been out getting absolutely gazebo'd (which is probably against your religion) and then you complain about unintentionally eating meat that you're not allowed to eat? Don't make me laugh bruv! And you all know who you are ;)<br />
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Okay so since we're on the subject of kebabs, let's talk the latter subjects of the title of this post. Calories and why dieters annoy me!<br />
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So yeah, I'm trying to lose weight by going for walks. I've been for three 3 mile walks this week and I'm really rather proud of myself. I'm already seeing a difference in my weight. I'm also doing a 30 day Squats challenge, a 30 day abs challenge, a 30 day planking challenge and a 30 day arms challenge... All in one month. Yeah, I don't do things by halves! But they're only little exercises that take me about 15 minutes a day which isn't so bad. But I'm trying to overall eat healthier but I had a Maccy Dees yesterday after my walk so, I still allow myself treats ;) Because <i>what </i>is life without treats?! So dieters in general don't annoy me. But annoying dieters do.<br />
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<i><b>Annoying Dieter:</b> "Oooh I really fancy a Twix. Oooh no I shouldn't. Oooh should I? Because I do deserve it after being so good. But ooooh a minute on the lips is a lifetime on the hips. Oooh Ditzy, what do you think?"</i><br />
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<i><b>Me: </b>"I think you should do what makes you happy."</i><br />
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<i><b>Annoying Dieter:</b> "Well a Twix would really make me happy. Right! That's it, I've decided! I'm gonna get myself a Twix. Ooooh, naughty! But yeah, I'm going to do it!"</i><br />
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<i><b>Annoying Dieter:</b> "I SO should NOT have had that Twix. Oh I feel terrible. Oh I regret eating that bar of poison. Oh what have I done! Look you can already see my stomach is bigger! Look!"</i><br />
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<i><b>Annoying Dieter: </b>"Oh what am I gonna do! Oh I failed. I fail at life. I fail at diets. I'm such a loser! But obviously not a loser of weight. It's about the only thing I don't lose. Oh life! Must you be so cruel?! That's it. I need a gastric band! I don't care about the risks. Book me one! I'm booking it now. I will book one right this minute. Oh that stupid Twix! Never will I ever eat a Twix in my whole entire life!!!!"</i><br />
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See what I mean? It's these annoying dieters that give dieters a bad name. I mean, if you're gonna treat yourself, let it be just that: A <i>treat</i>. Enjoy it. Savour it. And then move on! And why call treats "naughty"? I mean, think of the feelings! How would you like to be labelled "naughty" all the time? Don't discriminate, people. Appreciate.<br />
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And while we're on the subject, <i>who </i>on <i>earth </i>came up with that ridiculous saying:<br />
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No. Calories need homes too! Just eat the darn Twix and then get on with yo lives! </div>
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*breathe*... Evidently I have strong opinions on the matter. But you all know what I mean right? But if anyone is dieting or just trying to have a healthier lifestyle, I wish you all the best! Seriously.</div>
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So guys, I hope you've enjoyed this post. The SECOND of the week. Oh I do spoil you ;) Though truth be told, it's the least I could do after not posting for so long before. Thanks for reading and have a fantabulous Bank Holiday weekend. Thursday this week is essentially Friday people! Now sing Rebecca Black's Friday song today. Yes! On a Thursday. Because we are fearless rule breakers! ;)</div>
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Keep smiling folks!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-73971506455763618672014-04-15T13:22:00.000+01:002014-04-17T12:39:10.144+01:00Joel Compass, Lana Del Rey (...eek!..), The Vamps (...grrr...), Peanut Butter Doughnuts & Why I'm Bad At Meeting New People...Hello you glorious Fluffernutters! How are you all on this bright and thankfully not so breezy Tuesday afternoon? So this is obviously another Lunchtime Post and if you're interested, I'm currently eating a ham and cucumber sarnie made by me. And Weight Watchers bread that cost me 19p because it was reduced at Sainsbury's =) Aaaah I do love a bargain! But that might just be down to my Indian routes... also, just for the record, can we say that that's why I'm always late for everything? Indian Timing and all that? <br />
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Anyway, first of all, let's talk Music! I'm aware that I nearly always quote at least one song in practically every post I do but I've been becoming very musical lately. I've always liked music but I never used to understand people's connection with it. I used to be into dance when I was younger but I think I was too young to understand. And then I kinda got out of listening to music. Then I hit my late teen years and subconsciously felt the need to fit the "MMMOP" teen stereotype: Moody, Mood-Swinging, Music-Obsessed Procrastinator. (MMMOP kinda sounds like Hansen's MMM Bop song doesn't it? Aaaah and to think me and my good friend were watching the music video once, trying to work out what gender each one was... only to find out they were all dudes. Memories!)<br />
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So anyway, I went through that stage. I think I went through a lot in my life too and that made me feel like every song related to me. It's mad though isn't it? How a million different songs can describe your million different feelings and thoughts more accurately than you can explain them yourself. So now, I love music and I can't last a day without it. Joining a band has also helped. But we won't discuss that any further. <br />
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Sooooo current song that I'm obsessed with at the moment is 'Forgive Me' by Joel Compass. Oh. My. Word. SUCH a good song. And it's great for sort of helping you on your way to forgetting someone that you need to forget. Kinda part of the 'erasing' process. And it's a fab song to belt out too ;) Some of the lyrics that so fabulously encapsulate the feisty feeling you have when you're finally getting your life back after heartbreak include:<br />
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I have two words: Gwaaaaaarn Joely!!!!! Love this tune so much. Oh and, *ahem* Joel Compass = Hyperventilatingly B-E-A-U-T-F-U-L! (Yes I made up the word 'hyperventilatingly'. It works. Let's roll.) So yeah, he's very much followed on Instagram... </div>
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Erm, Lana Del Rey... yeah. I always had an issue with Lana. Well, I never hated on her or anything (I don't hate, I appreciate) but she did make me want to kill myself with her dreary and depressing tones. So, ya know, being the life loving chick that I am, I decided to refrain from listening to her songs, just as a preventative measure to stop me from planning my own death. But Radio 1 played her new song West Coast and, ugh! I think I like it a bit. Kill me. No actually don't. Just buy me Lana's album and I'll probably beat you to it. </div>
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Lastly on the music front: The Vamps. If you know me, you know that I have a slight scornful feeling towards them. But again, Radio 1 had them in the Live Lounge and BAM! I found myself singing their song... You know the one I mean... "Wake up in the morning with the sunlight in my eyes... la la la la la la la... do do do do do do do..." You'll have that in your head now. You're welcome ;)</div>
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Okay so their tunes are catchy. But I have a few issues with their lyrics. First of all, their song Can We Dance: </div>
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No. What are you, 12? The only things you should be whispering in her ear is answers to maths tests.<br />
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No, my head don't feel so bright,<br />
What the hell happened last night?<br />
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Singing all our favorite songs.<br />
Think I might have kissed someone.<br />
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But as much as I protest, you can't help but sing their songs. Which means they've got to be good. Catchy tunes mean sales! And sales mean you'll be big! So I wish them all the best, really. And I sincerely hope I'm not bludgeoned to death in my sleep by one of the members of their HUGE fan base. Don't be cray girls. Be nice. </div>
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<b>"I'm a weird person so it's probs best to just accept it and roll with it... kinda like a peanut butter doughnut. It seems weird but you'll roll with it... Unless of course you're allergic to peanuts, in which case, this whole metaphorical analogy has just gone to waste... For the record, I've never had or heard of a peanut butter doughnut either, it just popped into my head but I think imma try and make one one day because it seems like wayyyy too good a thing to just ignore."</b></div>
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I lied. I wouldn't just make one. I'd make a whole heap. But anyway, this whole thing just splurged out of my brain, into my phone and I sent it then read it back to myself and realized, I need help. But hey, we embrace weirdness here in Ditzy Land, right?And imma definitely try and make them doughnuts. Though I've never made doughnuts before. But how hard can it be? Just sweet dough that's deep fried right? See that right there? That attitude is why I'm a hazard in the kitchen.</div>
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So anyway guys, my lunch break is nearly over. Hope you're all good and thanks so much for reading!</div>
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Keep smiling folks! And keep that weirdness circulating!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-82178348531389888382014-04-09T13:15:00.000+01:002014-04-17T12:46:57.293+01:00I've Gotta Give It To You, Your Give Me Problems but I'm Addicted To You, Hooked On Your Love. . . Haha Just Kiddin', Just Hold On I'm Moving On ;)Phew! What a mouthful that title is! How apt that I have a mouthful of couscous whilst writing this post hehe. Okay so I'm writing this post on my lunch break and I'm not gonna lie, that fills me with a slight buzz. I mean, I'm now busy enough to have to 'fit' this blog into my<i> actually </i>hectic life! Like, I don't have a minute to myself. And this makes me happy! Like<i> SO</i> happy! Because I am now busy 5 days a week at work and then weekends are filled with social activities with my amazing friends. I'm not bragging. You guys know how bad my social life has been in the past. But I now feel I'm finally living like a 19 year old should live. Earning in the week and then chilling with friends on the weekend. And it's bliss!<br />
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Though on the other end of the spectrum, I do have a spare weekend this weekend and I'm actually looking forward to sleeping in and doing <i>absolutely nothing </i>for two days straight. Oooh the excitement! Oh yeah, and on the subject of food, it might seem odd of me to leave out the details of my lunch. Well today I'm consuming an interesting mix of <i>Sainsbury's</i> Moroccan Couscous with Ritz Crackers. Yep, clearly living the high life peeps! Though <i>Sainsubury's</i> is an upgrade from Asda Value, truth be told, which is why I feel the need to type it in italic. <br />
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Oooh the title of this blog! Let me explain it! So the titles is a mish mash of three songs that I'm in love with at the moment:<br />
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So yeah I've had a lot of rubbish go on recently with friends revealing their true colours (shiiiining through, I can see your truuuuue colours and that's why I loooove you. . . ) erm yeah, their true colours that weren't so pretty. The thing is, when you connect with a person so well and you consider them a good friend, it can be hard when you suddenly find yourself having to cut off cold from them. To be honest, I found it hard, as everything reminded me of said person. Let's call them Aardvark. I don't quite know why, but the old cartoon 'Arthur' came to mind just now, so let's roll with it. </div>
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So Aardvark was a person who I connected with really well. Aardvark made me laugh and we lived on the same wavelength and stuff. We just clicked, is all. But sadly, Aardvark decided to cut ties all of a sudden. I'll never completely know why from the Aardvark's mouth, but heyho, life goes on. Well the thing was, I used to talk to Aardvark so very much that everything reminded me of him/her. Certain songs, certain TV programmes, certain sports, certain words, even my favourite ever restaurant Nandos and that was annoying. It made me sad because I knew stupid Aardvark was never gonna be there to crack me up anymore. Wow! I make him sound like he's dead. Aardvark is very much alive and probably kicking somewhere. </div>
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So now, after all that hurt, I can listen to these songs with a smile on my face. They don't make me sad. They remind me of how strong I actually am. I conquered. And I'm happy now =)</div>
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So whether you've similarly lost a friend like this, getting over heartbreak or whatever, try it. It's difficult, but you become sooooo strong after!!</div>
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<b><i>And don't cross oceans for someone who wouldn't cross a puddle for you. </i></b></div>
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Oh oh oh!!! Last thing! Word of the day is: <i><b>"Chickweed"!</b></i> </div>
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I was texting a friend and was going to call him 'chicken' but my autocorrect changed it to 'chickweed'. I rolled with it though and now it's my favourite word at the moment. Use it and spread it people!</div>
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Keep Smiling, folks!</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-83476908595527356752014-03-23T22:48:00.000+00:002014-03-23T22:48:49.130+00:00Spring Is Here! Let's Turn Over A New Leaf! My glorious readers I'm sorryyyyyyy! I haven't posted in soooo long! But I have a good reason. I have a job!!! Whooop! Can we just take a moment to celebrate that fact? I have a job!! A paying job!! A job that I love. And it pays. And I love it. And it's amazing. And my boss buys us all breakfast sometimes. Yes!! My job sometimes includes free food!! I'm actually welling up a bit now. Because I haven't actually had a chance to actually appreciate that fact and ponder it properly. My job pays in money but it also has the added bonus of food =') and you all know how much food means to me right? Like, food means EVERYTHING to me. Everything. I was actually thinking about this the other day. Let me explain. . .<br />
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So a lot of my friends are getting married and engaged and are finding their significant others while I'm just here like, "Aww, isn't Marshmallow Fluff like the coolest invention ever??" I also have an unhealthy obsession with a lil food place called Nandos. If you don't know what Nando's is, it's an amazing restaurant that specialises in chicken. It's uh-mazing. In fact, stop reading this blog for a second, open up a new tab (I hope you're not one of those people that works with new windows still. We're in 2014 now. Keep up.) And Google 'Nando's'. Read up on it if you so want. But ultimately, find out where your nearest one is, find out how you and your homies are gonna get there and figure out when. Preferably after you've finished reading this blog. Finish reading, maybe share this blog if you're feeling generous and then GO!!! GO TO NANDO'S PEOPLE. SPREAD YOUR WINGS. LIVE. LIVE DANGEROUSLY. LIVE HAPPILY. LIVE NANDOS!<br />
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Ahem, anyway, my thought process... ah yeah! The reason I bring up Nando's is because I had yet another epiphany. When the time comes for me to eventually settle down and get hitched, I would happily accept a cheapo sterling silver engagement ring provided it comes along with a lifetimes subscription for Nando's. Seriously. I just want to be united with Nando's forever. Like, I want all happy events to happen in Nando's... anyway, we'll stop the Nando's talk now... the more I reflect, the more I believe I need help and that's unnerving.<br />
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Erm so yeah I have a job! I now write for a living. Not freelance or anything. I write about subjects that I am told to write about but it's doing what I love and for that I'm soooo grateful! I never thought I'd get paid to write! And I can write what I want on here, so this is my freestyle writing canvas if you like haha. But working full time is enjoyable but also a shock to the system so I've been shattered! And a lot happened in my life before I got my job so that was all a bit hectic. So that's why I've not written on here. Sorry guys!! But I am gonna be regular now.<br />
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A lot has happened since getting this job. A lot of good, some pretty bad but mainly good! My singleness isn't getting to me as much. And this isn't gonna be yet another relationship post. But I will say this: I've seen so many memes on social networking sites saying how perfect relationships should be and people's ideas of perfect relationships. Some I love, some I disagree with. But these memes are just different people's opinions on what perfect relationships are. They might not necessarily be perfect for you though. For example, I know for a fact that if I had a significant other, most of the time, my idea of the perfect weekend would be: ultimate chillout mode, hoodies, videogames, junk food, no makeup, hair up, lynx infused cuddles, ciders and watching footy on match day whilst freely shouting/throwing cushions at the telly during goals. But then, some weekends I'd want to dress up and wear my best clothes and go for drinks out and wear expensive perfume and have a laugh and be a right girly girl. It all depends on my and his mood. What I'm trying to say is, don't let memes dictate how you are. If you hate the idea of football, give it a go. If you still hate it after trying to like it, fine! Don't feel that you have to like certain things or be a certain way to please your boyfriend/girlfriend. And if you feel inadequate, ask yourself why. A relationship is meant to make you both feel good. It's not meant to be one sided. Ha! There I go again giving relationship advice when I haven't even been in a proper relationship... story of my life!<br />
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So anyway before I go, I feel I have to mention sport in this post. This weekend has been such an amazing weekend in sport. Football wise, Derby County beat Nottingham Forest 5 nil. Yep, you read that right. 5 NIL!!!! And seeing the highlights was a glorious sight indeed. Well done you Rams!! And in cricket news, India beat the West Indies, so well done guys!!<br />
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So yeah, a good sport weekend all round ;)<br />
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Anyway, keep smiling peeps!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-63556912591234763222014-01-13T11:57:00.000+00:002014-01-13T12:05:14.693+00:00The Yellow Jelly Baby SyndromeWell hello there you fine specimens! What brings you over to this neck of the blog woods? Whatever it is, I'm glad you came (cue The Wanted's Glad You Came music).<br />
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So I've had a rough couple of weeks lately. I've just got over a virus that knocked me off my feet for about a week (not in a nice way either). Anyway, good things seem to be happening to good people and I couldn't help but reevaluate my life in the most negative light possible. Like, really really negative. Like, blacker than black. Like, think of the films Les Misérables, The Colour Purple, Titanic, Revolutionary Road, Precious; put them all in a box and imagine the gloomy vibes that that concoction will give out. Well my mood made those films seem like happy family movies to watch on a Saturday night. Yes, that's how depressed and angry and emotional I felt.<br />
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So whilst wallowing in my despair and feeling sorry for myself, I graced my mood/condition with a name: The Yellow Jelly Baby Syndrome. Think of a bag of Jelly Babies. Which are the ones that you immediately go for? The red and black ones right? So you go through the bag, picking them out until you've only got the rubbish ones left. What colour? That's right, the yellow and green ones. Some people, if they're really desperate, will go for the green ones. Because they're not that bad, but you still have to grimace while you eat them. Then there's the yellow ones. The yellow ones. The yellow babies. The unwanted ones. The ones that have been left right to the end. The ones that only those people who are absolutely past the point of desperateness go for. Sometimes, people don't even eat them. They throw them away. And those that do go for them eat them whilst thinking, <i>wishing</i>, they were the red or black ones. But the point of the matter is, people would rather throw them away or leave them on the side forever than actually eat them. Because they are the horrible, rubbishy, unwanted yellow ones. And if you say you like the yellow ones, you're weird (but embrace it!).<br />
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So yeah, I felt like a Yellow Jelly Baby (and that's not just because my skin can sometimes take on a slightly yellow tinge).<br />
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So I accepted the fact that I am a Yellow Jelly Baby and I wallowed in it. And as I said, I felt sorry for myself for a while. I'm out of it now a little bit. And I'm slowly starting to take on my positiveness again.<br />
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I mean, you've got to stay positive after going on a negative binge, don't you? Otherwise you'll forever be miserable and that's no fun for anybody. And maybe one day I'll be the Red Jelly Baby to someone. You never know!<br />
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Keep Smiling, Folks!<br />
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It was really weird. I'd wake up at about 9ish (which is early for me but I've found that that's a lie in for Morning People) but I would find myself unable to move. Like, I literally just could not move. I was pretty conscious if not a little weary from sleep and I'd want to check my phone (because I am your stereotypical tech-obsessed 19 year old) but I literally just wouldn't be able to move. And this would either force me to go back to sleep or just lie there until my body caught up with my mind and woke up. Like I said, <i>weird</i>.<br />
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But anyway, I've not been sleeping these past few weeks. I'd lie in bed for hours not being able to sleep until something ridiculous like 6am. (Bright side, if this hadn't happened I never would have noticed the smoke alarm I had in my room for two years but only just noticed a few weeks ago in my insomnia driven haze). At first I refused to get up and do something else other than try to sleep. But then I found myself in that typical Insomnia Cycle of thinking and over thinking. I'd think up future scenarios that would never actually happen (and I don't mean the sort where you imagine yourself marrying a guy that you adore but would never have a chance with in real life. I mean imagining a world made of chocolate. . .). Then there's other vital stuff like wondering what I'm doing with my life, wondering what's in the fridge, wondering what to have for dinner tomorrow. . . You know, strictly the important stuff is contemplated in this gem of a mind =S<br />
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Then I decided it was ridiculous to just lie there every night. There's only so much stuff you can think and over think and over over think.<br />
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So anyway, it was Insomnia's fault that I found myself on my laptop at 3am on Boxing Day, online shopping to see if any of the sales had started. Which they had. Much to my delight and my bank account's dismay. I'd also find myself reading pointless articles like "The 7 Most Shocking Easter Eggs Found In Movies". (If you don't know what Easter Eggs are, they're basically hidden messages and the like found in movies, games, music videos, etc).<br />
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In fact, Insomnia is the reason that most of my Instagram followers are from America and anywhere that isn't England. I'm more active on my Instagram at stupid o'clock, when any normal, sane residents of England are sound asleep.<br />
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It's also why my eBay auctions end at weird times like 4am, because that's the time that I put them up! But it does have it's plus sides such as the glorious followers I have on Instagram, the fabulous bargains I had first dibs on and I can also have blog posts ready for you guys to read bright and early on your way to work/school/college/uni/the Jobcentre (my current category).<br />
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Oh my Lazy Diet! I nearly forgot! Today, I am starting a Meal Replacement diet! But before you guys imagine me losing my hair on my head and gaining it on my top lip at a more rapid speed, have no fear. These shakes are completely healthy, organic, with loads of vitamins, minerals and other ridiculously healthy raw ingredients. It's completely safe and you only replace 2 meals a day. It ensures you get all the nutrients you need and it helps aid weight loss and it gives energy. But truth be told, the real reason I'm going on this diet is because I'm being really really lazy. At the moment, I can't be bothered (and can't afford) to eat salads all the time. So I'm cutting out carbs, trying to eat healthier and more balanced, cutting down portion size, etc etc. But I can't be bothered to exercise at the moment. I mean, when the weather gets better, I'll be a lot more active but at the moment, I really don't want to. This is the worst attitude I could have, I know. But it won't be for long. For now though, while I become a vegetable for a couple of weeks, I shall start these meal replacement things. Also, I decided to start it today (Tuesday) rather than on a Monday. Because we all know that any diet that starts on a Monday is automatically deemed to fail.<br />
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Lastly, it's the last day of 2013!!! Which means this is my last post of the year! Is it just me or has this year gone quicker than all the others? 2013 has actually been full of amazing things for me. I started getting more serious with this blog, posting more regularly. As a result, I've had more of a response on it which has been amazing and such a confidence boost! I've met some amazing people and made some amazing new friends that I can call family. I turned 19 (the last year of my teens!), I finished college, receiving my Level 3 Diploma in Health & Social Care. Okay so maybe I found out about my leaky kidneys this year and I'm currently jobless but I feel 2014 is the start of something amazing. I'm more determined than ever to get a job, lose weight (but I don't want to get too thin. I love my curves. I just want to get fit and healthy). And I think it will be a year full of happiness, because I'm determined to make it that way. Remember peeps, life is what you make it.<br />
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So I'm gonna stop there now. I'm snug in bed with my music playing in the background (currently a bit of Marvin Gaye's Heard It Through The Grapevine), wrapped in my duvet, continuously sniffing perfume cards that I've had in bag for a while, because the smell of aftershave makes me happy ;) Oh come on! You can't have expected me to get through a whole blog post and <i>not </i>add something remotely pervy =P<br />
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Oh and just a small fact that I feel the need to share. . .I still don;t have a Onesie =( January Sales: Operation Onesie is on people. I solemnly declare to have a Onesie by the end of January 2014. Watch. . . By the time I get one they'll be banned for some sort of hazard to health or something. . . =S<br />
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Oh and one last thing! This pic explains all but tomorrow me and thousands of others worldwide will be taking part in The Ribbon Project to help raise suicide awareness. Post a pic on instagram and hashtag it with #ribbonproject114. Tag me if you like @ditzypolkadot because I'd love to see your support for this cause =)<br />
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Instagram: @ditzypolkadotAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-44268616957242331322013-12-23T01:08:00.000+00:002013-12-23T01:37:55.622+00:00What Makes Us Happy: With a Little Help from Instagrammers, Pharrell, Akon, Ashanti, Frank Sinatra, Collie Buddz & NeverShoutNever =)<div style="text-align: center;">
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<i>I don't know what's come over me</i></div>
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Okay so maybe I don't feel as happy as the above statement makes out. Those lyrics are taken from the song I Feel So Good by reggae artist Collie Buddz. I'm not in the best of moods at the moment but I do feel that to get out of my current moodiness, I need to start writing happy thoughts and hopefully this will have an impact on my actual mood. Whether or not it does that, we'll have to see. Stay tuned until the end of this blog post and you shall find out. Ooooh how tv-show-esque does that sound?! Exciting stuff!! Is the suspense killing you already?? ;)</div>
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So the other day, I was in a really musical mood, wanting to blast my music out and sing my heart out. Which I did. Much to our neighbors dismay. But we've already deciphered that I don't have the X Factor, I <i>am </i>the X Factor. People just don't recognise real talent when it's right there in front of them. Breaking their windows. . .</div>
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It then struck me that a good idea would be to analyse different songs about happiness to see what supposedly makes the artist happy. So that is what I did. Here is the results based on my analytic findings (I really should be a researcher/scientist with these amazingly long words flowing forth oh so naturally):</div>
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<i>So glad that I found you boy,</i></div>
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Evidently, Ashanti's happiness was down to the fact that she found a 'boy' who she'd been searching for everyday. She also says that he takes her pain away and it makes her feel good to know that Man In Question has fallen in love with her. Lovely! (Even though that exclamation sounds like it's dripping with sarcasm, it's really not. I'm not a bitter single person. . . )</div>
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This is a song that I had never come across by a band/person that I had never heard of before. But I felt the need to mention it because it was a cute song with a pretty quirky beat:</div>
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<i>You make me happy whether you know it or not.</i></div>
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Frank! My favourite Crooner of all time! I may be 19 but I think Frank was and is one of the best things to ever happen to music. But I decided to change perspective and check less ironic titles of songs and this one came to mind. </div>
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And I thought Frank would be different and not sing about love! But I still love him. But in all seriousness, Frank's love obviously made him feel young. And this would have made him happy. At least I hope it did. It'd be terrible if that song was really a cry for help, wouldn't it? =S But surely not every song about happiness would be about love and relationships and sickeningly sweet slobber stories?</div>
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So I decided to go back to the ironic titles, as you can see. I love this song. It's so happy and it just makes me want to skip down the street like Pharrell does in the video. Then I realise that I don't live in a glorious part of America, minions aren't real and I'd probably be physically assaulted or detained. So, this song doesn't give a reason for happiness as such. I mean Pharrell hints at a girl being involved when he says:</div>
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Correct me if I'm wrong but he's telling the sunshine that it can take a break because 'she's' here, so she is basically the sunshine of his life. Which I think is actually really, really sweet =) But he's basically saying that nothing can bring him down because he's happy and he just wants to clap and everyone else should clap but only if they want to because he wants them to be happy and if they clap because they're forced to it won't be a happy clap and then they'll get miserable. . . Wow. Did I just put a negative spin on a song called <i>Happy</i>? I need help =S</div>
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So all these clappy vibes made me think of an old Akon song called Clap Again where he's talking about wanting to make his girl happy again (I just wanna make you clap again). But I came across his song called Sunny Day. The chorus, again, explains it better than I could:</div>
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<i>Who'd ever thought that I would see this day?<br /> Where I would see my ghetto life fade away.<br />'Cause I was lost and couldn't find a way,<br /> And now I look forward to every day.<br />Welcome to my sunny day.<br /> My sunny day.<br /> Everyday,<br /> A better day.</i></div>
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So this is a different kind of happy. This is almost like a relief. Akon was talking about the struggle of being in the ghetto and the feeling that you'd never escape it. The hate, the futility of the situation, the struggle, having nowhere to escape. He found his happy place when he left the ghetto, something he thought was impossible. So I thought that was nice, you know? Sometimes that's what people need to do to find their happy place: <i>escape</i>.</div>
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So this brings me back to ol' Collie. What made him feel good? It could have been a mixture of things. But it was mainly down to good vibes. People being happy around him. Being able to trust the people around him. Not being on edge. Just enjoying life. Because it's important we do that sometimes. Just take a little time out to enjoy life. </div>
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So I thought I'd leave the best 'til last. I asked my Instagram followers what makes them happy. And I mean really, genuinely happy. It was so interesting to see the responses actually. (By the way, if you want to follow me on Instagram, my screen name is @ditzypolkadot. Cheeky plug there I know, but I can't help it!)</div>
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So the responses included food; chocolate in particular, which is totally understandable of course. Then a few said family and friends which was lovely and again, very understandable and very true. I seriously think if you're surrounded by good family and/or friends that really love and care for you, you need very little else. Someone else said reading and shopping! Agreed!!! Hopefully reading this blog makes some of you happy =) Another said laughing, about anything with anyone. This really ties in with my happiness which shall be revealed shortly.</div>
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One person in particular stood out to me though when she said this:</div>
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That really is beautiful. Because at the end of the day, we don't need riches, big houses, fancy cars, coffee from a fancy coffee machine or gold chains around our neck. All we really need is good company. Also, loving the use of the word 'fantabulously' there. It's been my favourite word for a while now and then you go and use it! Weird!! </div>
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You see, again, it's the small things with me. I've said this before, but my happiness come from spending time with my family. My brother, sisters and mum, all chilling in the living room, eating a box of KFC/kebabs all round/my mums amazing lamb curry, with the telly on in the background (Mock The Week or 8 Out Of 10 Cats or any form of comedy), with us all having a laugh and doing nothing. That makes me feel really content.</div>
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You guys know I love being made to laugh. But even better than that, I love <i>making </i>people laugh. I wrote this a while ago about what makes me truly happy:</div>
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This is what makes my day. This is what makes me happy. This is one of the things that makes me feel that life is worth living. This is what I live for. I live to make people smile/laugh. I'm not being humble either. Sure, I'd love to have enough money to live comfortably. I'd like nice things, a nice house and a nice car. But at the end of the day, I could have <i>nothing, </i>yet if I manage to do the above, I will have <i>everything. </i>I really, truly, 100% believe that. You guys should try it if you haven't already. Then you'll know what I mean =)<br />
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People say that heartbreak happens to older people. It's not something that kids can feel, neither is it something that teens go through. I mean sure, teens may <i>think </i>they've been heartbroken, but they couldn't have been really. But ladies and gents, that view is wrong. So very wrong. </div>
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Toddlers, children, teens and adults feel heartbreak. Sure, it may be for different reasons. Obviously kids won't feel heartbreak due to a romantic relationship gone wrong. But abandonment, hate, neglect, shame. . . these are all things that can cause heartbreak. It's not all romanticised. </div>
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Some people go through heartache and everyone knows about it. An unfaithful partner, a break up, being neglected, being abandoned, being mistreated. Lot's of people can find out about it. They can offer help and support. But that doesn't always happens. The whole world could know about it but it doesn't mean that you'll get any help to get through it. You're left to fight through it, alone. </div>
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Then there are others. Others who go through the pain of heartache. And no one knows. No one ever finds out. No one ever will. That way no one can help. And you're left struggling, fighting this pain. <i>Alone</i>. You're breaking inside. And you want to literally tear your heart out because it just hurts.<i> So much</i>. You don't tell anyone. It's not because you don't trust them. You just don't want to reveal your weaknesses, your vulnerability, and the pure ridiculousness of it all. Because it's a stupid situation. You shouldn't be so hurt by it. It shouldn't affect you. But it does. And there is <i>nothing</i> you can do about it except ride it out and try to stop it from eating at you inside.</div>
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This happens way too much. Why do we give our hearts out to people who don't want it? Why does this always happen?</div>
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I'm sorry. I know this is a mega depressing post. But I can't help it. Like I said, writing is my therapy. Or maybe it's purely down to the fact that I have Beyonce's If I Were A Boy on repeat. You decide.</div>
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It's so important to keep in mind though, our reason to smile is just around the corner if we can't find it at present. Like for me, one day, I'll find that guy who completes me. The one that accepts my heart willingly. The one who makes me laugh until my insides hurt and then some. The one that shares my love of food. The one who accepts me for me, because let me tell you now, there's a lot of me to have to accept ;) Just the one who loves me as much as I love him. The one that makes me happier than anyone has ever been able to do before. Waiting is one of the hardest things though isn't it? Not knowing when it'll happen. But anyway, my time will come some day. I know it will. </div>
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But we get down right? Sometimes, someone or something can hurt us so bad and we have to suffer in silence for a bit. We will get through it but we can't be strong all the time.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-58700193968119612712013-12-16T03:28:00.000+00:002013-12-16T03:46:02.154+00:00Ridiculous O'Clock Ramblings, Daring Developments & Awesome AlliterationAlas dear readers, I have failed you again! The last time I wrote a blog was October. I have excuses but I'm not even going to go into them this time. Because the truth is, I've neglected you guys. People who I now consider (mostly) unknown friends. I'm well aware of how contradictory that sentence is but it's honestly how I view you. Ok so I haven't met most of you. But when I see the comments you leave and the page views you have added to, you're not just numbers. You're people that make me happy by taking an interest in my randomness. And I consider people that make me happy my friends. Rather strange and unorthodox I know, but I'm a rather strange and unorthodox person, wouldn't you say? <br />
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So recently my life has been rather tumultuous (what a <em>fabulous </em>word, right??). My physical health has messed up big time and that sort of messed up my outlook on life for a while. So I didn't want that to reflect in my blog. Because I look at this as a happy place full of rainbows and sunshine and laughter. <br />
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It is currently 2.43am in effulgent England. Yes, you read that correctly. "<em>Effulgent". </em>Isn't it such a ridiculously pretentious word?? It means radiant anyway. So yes, it's currently what I call 'ridiculous o'clock' and I am wide awake. Ok so that might be down to the two mugs of coffee I had this evening just because I fancied it, but the fact remains, I am buzzing and hyper and all things frantic. This is when I made a few 'daring developments'. The reasons behind the title of this post should all be unfolding now.<br />
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I decided to make a page on Facebook about this blog and also an Instagram account. These would basically be letting followers know when I have written a new post. I'd also put little anecdotes in and the like, some of which won't make my blog posts, but they might hopefully brighten up your day some. So the links to these will be at the bottom of this post. If you're interested, please like/follow!! I think the reason I say this is a daring development is because although it will get me more in touch with people who enjoy this blog, it can also expose me to some not so nice people. But I'm trying not to focus too much on that kinda thing. Positive vibes people!<br />
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Oooooh! Another new development! I just found out the other day that I'm a little bit allergic to pesto! Now you guys know how much I love food. And there's something about a pesto and tomato sandwich that fills me with joy and a tickle in my throat. Turns out, this 'tickle' isn't a good thing. It indicates I may be allergic. That's not to say I'm going to stop eating it. Don't be silly! I'll still eat it and just suffer with the consequences of itchy throat and ears afterwards. It's the same with aubergines. I'm not a big fan, but my mum's curried aubergines are to <em>die</em> for (literally). So I'll eat mounds of it, only to suffer with lips the size of sausages later. Not a good look, but provided I can stay at home and there are no Don Benjamin/Ryan Reynolds/Channing Tatum/Russell Howard/Jon Richardson lookalikes around, I'm fine with it.<br />
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<em>PLEASE NOTE: I am not not not (3 for emphasis in case you didn't notice) encouraging people to eat things they are allergic to. Some people have really serious allergies that even inhaling stuff can cause anaphylactic shock and death. So people, please don't think I'm undermining allergies or encouraging people to ignore them because I am not saying that. I'm just talking about my small reactions or intolerances (I really want to say 'intolerai' but I know that's not right =S) that are not life threatening at all to me. </em><br />
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Hmm what else? Oh yeah, guess what I did last Monday?! I was in the car with my music playlist playing (ha! Fancy that!) and Friday by Rebecca Black came on. And I let it play. I didn't switch it off just because it wasn't Friday. <br />
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Oooooh and I nearly forgot to mention! I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here has been and gone! I've got to say, I was definitely Team Joey! I actually love the dude. It's funny, he was the one person I thought I wouldn't be able to stand. The sort of sure of himself/idiotic/sleazy guy you expect to come from shows like TOWIE (I've never seen the show, I'm just basing my views on a mixture of what I've seen of Mark Wright and shamelessly stereotyping). How wrong I was. Joey Essex is one of the sweetest, kindest people I have ever seen. Like, really. And his naivety only made him sweeter. I really wanted him to win but Kian Egan was amazing and deserved to be King of the Jungle. </div>
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If you haven't ever heard of or watched this programme, you must think us Brits are right weirdos by how I've just described it but honestly, it's such a good show. A quick explanation is that about 12 celebrities have to spend about 2 weeks in a jungle doing various trials to earn food for the camp. Slowly, one by one, they each get evicted from the jungle, depending on who the public vote for. The person that remains is the winner aka King or Queen of the Jungle. </div>
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So anyway, I'm now a mahoosive fan of Joey. So much so that I've decided to dedicate a future blog post solely to him. It'll include all the little things that he said throughout the show that had me and one of my besties in stitches. So if you're a fan of Joey Essex, look out for that! <br />
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So, I should probably get some sleep now. I have a busy day tomorrow! But again, please like my page on Facebook and/or follow me on Instagram! I'm thinking of maybe cracking the world of Twitter but it scares me a teeny tiny bit. So I think I'll see how I get on with Facebook and Instagram first =)<br />
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I really appreciate your support and feedback guys. Keep 'em coming!<br />
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Keep smiling, folks!<br />
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Ditzy xXx<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-189556786663465902013-10-07T21:04:00.001+01:002013-10-07T21:04:27.763+01:00Relationships, Advice, Annoying Advice Givers, Irrationality and How Chocolate Is Better Than Gold ;)"Let me tell you where you're going wrong in your relationship" said the single person to the person having relationship issues.<br />
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I can imagine you right now. Reading this blog on your laptop/computer/phone sitting on your sofa, travelling on the train, walking in the cold, or sat in a café feeling slightly awkward because you're waiting for someone but you don't want to seem like a loner. So you've got your phone out to try and look less lonely to others. And you've decided to take a look a my blog. Thank you by the way! But I can predict two different responses by two different groups of people. Those off the market and in a relationship will tense up at the above sentence. That sentence will send a shiver down their spines as its remind them of a certain someone offering "friendly advice" on their relationship issues. Then there's those that are single. I can imagine you slumping down in your seat, getting more comfortable, like sipping a warm creamy hot chocolate on a cold winters night, smug smile on your face. You've either offered this "advice" to someone or you're just happy that you haven't got the hassle of relationship issues. <br />
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Anyway, either way, we all know who I'm talking about. That one friend who has never been in a proper relationship, or hasn't been in one in a while, or is perhaps even newly single but immediately grabbing singleness by the horns. Or maybe you are that friend. <br />
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Ladies and gentlemen, I am that person. As much as it pains me to say it, I am that single friend who gives advice out on how to try and heal a relationship. However, I have to stress, I don't <em>offer </em>this advice. I only give it out when asked. When a friend is stressed out about an issue that he/she has, I may be one of the people they turn to. And I'm happy to help if I can. I like to think I'm pretty unbiased when it comes to stuff like that. I know how important and yet fragile relationships are and I'd never try and get involved in someone's issues. I've got enough of my own and I'm not drama's biggest fan. Like, if drama was walking towards me on a street, I would cross the road. Heck, I'd cross a <em>motorway </em>without a pedestrian/zebra crossing to avoid it. And yes, I know a motorway doesn't have crossings anyway but I'm saying it to add effect. Is it working? And also, anyone that knows me knows that I hate crossing any sort of road. Safety is a big thing for me and no matter how clear the road is, I <em>will </em>wait for the green man before I cross that death trap.<br />
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So anyway, through my 19 years in this world I've witnessed many relationships. Wait. . . that makes them sound like murder. Let's rephrase that. Through my 19 years in this world I've observed many relationships. <em>Many. </em>But I'm not complaining. Even though I'm not currently in one, I feel I'm ready to handle anything a relationship throws at me. *Famous last words*. But really, I think my observations have paid off and I think I've learnt lots about relationships, particularly about how some guys and girls think.<br />
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*** DISCLAIMER: Emphasis on the <em>some </em>guys and girls. I am not implying that all guys and girls are like this. So please don't twist my words and please don't take me wrong. This is just my humble observations that I thought I'd share. ***<br />
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So I was talking to a friend about this whole thing. There's that whole stereotype about guys being players and going off with other girls and such like. But I've noticed an increase in girls doing this recently. I'm not saying girls never used to be like that. But in my life, I've recently seen more and more leave good, respectable guys for other guys. <br />
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Now, there is that whole argument that we don't know what goes on behind closed doors and we don't know what has moved the person to take such drastic actions. But in my opinion, nothing condones unfaithfulness. If it's not working out with your boyfriend/girlfriend and the relationship is <em>really</em> beyond repair, just end it. Don't go off with someone else. As hard as it would be for someone to take the fact that you're ending the relationship, wouldn't it be better for them to know that it ended because stuff just wasn't working out, rather than being told that you've found someone else?<br />
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But anyway, this friend and I came to this conclusion: for some guys, it's looks that attract them most. Beautiful girl and then personality comes after. Not to say personality doesn't matter to a guy. That's not what I'm saying at all. But for girls, we say we're looking for someone genuine. Someone who can make us laugh maybe? I don't know what your big thing is but mine is humour. A guy that can make me belly laugh means a lot. But that doesn't mean that any guy that makes me laugh will instantly have my heart. But it helps. It's a requirement for me. But I'm not one of those girls that says looks don't matter. Because they do. I'm not being shallow, I'm being real. There has to be a physical attraction. Don't deny it! But that doesn't mean that he has to look like a model and every girl that walks past him practically palpitates and faints. I don't care what others think about him. As long as I'm attracted to him, other people's opinions don't matter. <br />
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So anyway, this is the conclusion: Guys look for a beautiful girl. If a beautiful guy gives a girl attention and tries to get to know her, it will make her feel beautiful. Because she has it in her mind that guys automatically go for beautiful girls. And if she's never had that before, it will feel even more special. Because it <em>is </em>special. So if things work out and beautiful guy starts going out with beautiful girl, yay for them! But then this can get to beautiful girl's head. She might start thinking that because this beautiful guy was attracted to her, maybe the possibilities are endless. Who else could she get? And so the competition within herself begins. And she falls into a trap. And finds someone else. <br />
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Again, this isn't the case all the time. And the proverbial tables could easily be turned and a guy could find himself in this position. But this is just my observations of a few relationships I've observed.<br />
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So people, I think my message today is all about appreciation. Appreciate what you have. Because if it's good, it's worth keeping hold of. And I'm not just talking about relationships. This goes with pretty much everything. Look for the good in what you have. If it's broken, try to fix it. If it's good, make it even better. Because good is hard to find. But I'm convinced that when you've got it, you need to keep tight hold of it. <br />
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Oh just a side point, Cadbury's are doing this thing where you might find a bar of gold instead of chocolate in one of their dairy milk bars. Now, this is rather exciting. But me currently being a menstrual minstrel, I'm in that select time of month where nothing is positive and everything is a great big negative. Want to know how finding a bar of gold in your chocolate wrapper is a negative? I'll tell you. . . <br />
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Maybe I just want chocolate. Maybe I've walked all the way to Morrisons, bought myself a chocolate bar and slowly tortured myself by waiting until I walked all the way home again to open it and dig in. I will have gotten into my JimJams, set up residence on the sofa with a duvet, glasses on, ready to watch my daily chain of New Girl followed by the Mindy Project. I will probably have a glass of either Coke and Milk, a cup of hot chocolate, or a cuppa chaa. I'll probably have forgotten my chocolate in my bag which is miiiiiles away (on the other sofa... about half a meter away but it still requires me to get up). After sighing and moaning, I'll get it, reassume my seat on the sofa again, open the wrapper ready to devour this much anticipated bar of gloriousness when BAM! It's a bar of gold. I would cry. I'm not even kidding, I would cry. Because all rationality, sensibleness, common sense, and everything else, has left me. I want my chocolate. And I would sacrifice my right arm for it.<br />
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Yes you may say that if you cashed the gold you could buy a million bars of chocolate. But that takes time. And it requires me to get up and go and change my clothes and walk and wait. I can't handle that. I need the chocolate. <br />
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Guys, if you're reading this, those top two paragraphs have probably freaked you out no end. To be honest, reading it back, it's made me feel a little bit scared of myself. But it's true. Even I can't believe how awful I sound. But this is a glimpse into a woman's mind when she's at her most vulnerable. So just accept it. And like that meme that's currently been circulating the 'net for about 3 years says: <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-36767848231504330562013-10-01T11:35:00.000+01:002013-10-03T10:28:17.719+01:00Compliment Freely Because We Are Beautiful Hello there cupcakes! I hope you're all good and deliciously glorious as ever ;) (Yes, 'glorious' is still among my favourite words at the moment). <br />
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Today I've decided to talk about beauty. It's not going to be a soppy, girly, emotional post, so don't worry. But the inspiration behind this is from a comment that was left on my last post. The person (Anonymous) shared a link that really was amazing.<br />
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This is an experiment that Dove conducted. It involved a group of women who didn't know each other and a Forensic Composite Artist called Gil Zamora.<br />
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The ladies didn't know what was going to happen. One by one, one of the women would enter a room. Gil was in the room, but he had his back to her so that he could not see what she looked like. She had to sit behind a screen and answer questions that Gil asked about her looks. She would explain prominent features, distinct marks or scars, face shape, etc. Gil would then draw her according to the way she described herself.<br />
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Then, the woman was asked to get friendly with one of the others. Afterwards, they would come back and explain the looks of each other, alone. Gil still hadn't set eyes on any of them, but he drew them as the person described. <br />
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I'm not sure if this is making any sense, which is why you really need to watch the video. It's only 6 minutes long and just so much easier than reading my written description.<br />
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However, the ladies were then revealed both pictures Gil had drawn of them; the first being how they described themselves and the second being how someone else described them. The contrast was unreal.<br />
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Whereas the self described pictures were harsh, rough, and quite intimidating, the ones where they had been described by someone else were so different. They were beautiful. Each and every one. <br />
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One lady in particular described her own chin as rather large. She said her mother always said she had a big chin, which made her believe she actually did. Let me tell you now, this lady's chin was not big in any way. My thoughts were confirmed when she was described by someone else as having a small narrow chin.<br />
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So anyway, this made me think of all of us. We all have things about us that we don't like. That will never change. For example, I think I have a very harsh jaw line. Like, a man would be jealous of my jaw line. No joke. I also think I have a big nose. Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to get people to say "oh you don't have a weird jaw line or big nose". To be honest, I've learnt to live with it and I take the mick out of my imperfections. To make light of something, makes it almost non-existent. That's how I feel anyway. <br />
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But this video made me rethink all of this. I'm not saying that I don't have a harsh jaw line and big nose but maybe it's not the centre of attention on my face (even though my nose is at the centre of my face, but you know what I mean). Maybe some nicer features of my face take away the harshness of the not so nice areas. <br />
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Am I making sense? I really don't know if I am. I'm tired and my Chronic Fatigue/ME has been messing me up big time lately. But anyway, hopefully you get the gist of what I'm trying to say.<br />
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Maybe our imperfections aren't so big in reality. Maybe we focus on them so much, that they take away the prominence of our nice features in our minds. <br />
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So this is what I've decided to do. I've decided to compliment more. I don't find it hard to compliment people. I don't get filled with jealousy if someone is thinner than me, prettier than me, dresses better than me, is more popular than me, etc. I've been brought up to say if I like something. For example, if someone I hug smells nice, I will say "oooh you smell fab!" and then I will give another hug, while deliberately inhaling and savouring that glorious scent. This is known as the "Double Hug" and I am <em>regularly </em>associated with it. Sometimes I'll even go into a triple hug. Also, if someone I don't know walks past me and has amazing shoes, I<em> will</em> tell them. That may make me out to be a weirdo but let's face it: I am a weirdo. Also, you don't know what difference that small compliment will make in that person's life. <br />
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However, I can't stand people who find it physically impossible to give out compliments. I don't mean people who are too shy. That's fine and understandable. However, I mean the people that hate the fact that someone else looks good and therefore they refuse to compliment and just stand afar giving daggers to that person. <br />
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I don't have time for people who are like that. Compliment freely, people. But just don't get creepy ;)<br />
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So, if you see someone with nice shoes, a good tie, epic cufflinks, amazing hair, or a fab personality, TELL THEM! Don't hold back! There is so much negativity in this world. It really can make a difference if we just compliment someone once a day. <br />
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And to those that find it difficult to take a compliment, just say thank you! Don't deny it. You know the whole scenario:<br />
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<em><strong>Complimenter:</strong> "Oh wow, your hair is so amazing! It's such a lovely colour!"</em><br />
<em><strong>Complimentee:</strong> "Ugh no it's not. It's horrible. I hate it."</em><br />
<em><strong>Complimenter:</strong> "Oh. Well. I really like it. I wish I had hair like that."</em><br />
<em><strong>Complimentee: </strong>"Thanks but you really don't. It's so horrible. In fact now that you've reminded me of it, I want to go and shave it all off because it's so ridiculously horrible that I think I'm going to cry and have a nervous breakdown and then I'll raid the fridge and eat everything because I'm so depressed about it and then I'll get fat and then I'll get down about being fat and then I'll feel sorry for all the starving children of Africa because I'll feel like I've eaten all the food I could've sent to them and then I'll spiral into further depression and end up not being able to work and not being able to pay rent and then end up living on the street drinking cheap whiskey out of a brown paper bag and I'll die a horrible, lonely old woman with 5 stray cats surrounding me and I won't even have hair because I shaved it all off. "</em><br />
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You see? Wouldn't it have just been easier to have said "thank you" and then left it at that? Someone once said that a compliment is like a present. If I gave you a present, all wrapped up beautifully you wouldn't refuse it. So why refuse a compliment. <br />
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So people, compliment freely, accept them freely and just be happy. We haven't got time to be miserable. Or self destructive. Just be happy. And spread a little happiness to everyone else too because it feels good!<br />
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Ditzy xXxAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-68673060980406274102013-09-20T13:24:00.001+01:002013-09-20T13:30:05.856+01:00Gloriousness + Rainbows + Jelly + Sunshine = A Gloriously Happy Mix!I've got to say people, I'm very disappointed in myself right now. Looking back, the last post I wrote was on Saturday 31st August. That's twenty days ago! Twenty! I was supposed to submit a post <em>at least</em> once a week! So sorry! I will <em>try try try </em>to not let it happen again! <br />
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I was thinking of sticking to submitting a post on one specific day of the week, like a Monday. But then, my life is so scattered at the moment that I don't think I'll be able to stick to it. And I don't want to make promises I can't keep. Because that would be rubbish. And I'd feel worse than I do right now. So until I get a job and some sort of routine incorporated into my life, I will remain scattered and my posts will be little surprises that unexpectedly pop up into your lives like glorious rainbows that emit glittery sprinkles of joy and sunshine. . . Ok, so, maybe my blog posts don't do that <em>as such</em> but I thought it was a rather glorious description, don't you?<br />
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Oh and that's another thing. 'Glorious' is now my new favourite word at the moment. It's just so. . . glorious, isn't it? And it's also so terribly pretentious. Sort of like, "Yes, I am glorious. I am the epitome of glorious. And I know it. And I shall emanate gloriousness to everyone, everywhere. And I am also made of strawberry jelly. Which is also glorious. Because I am glorious."<br />
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So yeah, glorious. It's a beautiful word. Expect to hear it a lot. <br />
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Right, so, nothing really that interesting has happened in my life over the past 20 days. Which is a bit rubbish really, considering nearly a month has gone by. Especially for a 19 year old girl. I should be full of amazing, exciting stories that shock you to the core and make you wee yourself laughing. But, alas, I have no such stories. Your jeans/chinos/skirts/shorts/palazzo's/dresses can rest easy.<br />
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I'm actually very happy right now. In fact, yesterday I was so happy for some absolutely unknown reason that I made soup! Yes. I made soup. It actually surprised me that I've made so many things that are quite challenging but a simple vegetable soup intimidated the living daylights out of me. But I did it! And it turned out fab! And it made me even more happy. And that happiness has lasted all this time. And it's still here. Whooooop!<br />
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So, happiness is a good thing. Obviously. Don't you just love being in your happy place though? It made me wonder what makes other people happy. Because, as beautiful as it is, it's actually really difficult to find your happy place nowadays. We have <em>sooooo</em> much to keep us out of it. But when you're there, in the deep realms of your happy place, it's so beautiful. So unlike anything else, any other feeling. Just savour it. Don't let anyone distract you from it. Because once you're out of it, the search begins all over again.<br />
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But I really would like to know, what makes you happy? Like, genuinely happy? Not fake happy. Not a happy face but gloomy insides. I mean really, deeply, happy?<br />
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I guess for me, it is the little things. Definitely just being with my family. My mum, brother and sisters and a bucket of KFC. Doing nothing but talking, chilling, watching TV and eating. That makes me happy. And it makes me feel content. <br />
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Also, Nandos. Followed by an evening of drinking. Drinking Coca Cola and Milk. Mixed. In a pint glass. Mmmm! With good friends. It's the perfick evening. Try it peeps!<br />
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***DISCLAIMER: I love Nandos. Love! But NEVER could I love Nandos more than my big sister. It's physically impossible to love it more than her. So people who think I'm crazy about it, just watch out for my sis ;) ***</div>
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Also, making people laugh. I love being made to laugh. Really belly laugh. Laugh until my sides hurt, my jaws ache, and I can't breathe. There's only one person that can make me do that, and that is my big brother. But, there's something about making someone else laugh that tops all of that. It fills me with so much inner joy and happiness that it literally cannot be contained. Kind of like sunshine emanating from inside me, shining on everyone around me. (I'm aware that I've been saying 'emanate' a lot. Sorry. It just can't be stopped!) But when someone laughs because of something I've said, I literally feel on top of the world. It means a lot to me =)<br />
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Also, hearing how much people enjoy my blog. This is a new happiness that has started to emerge recently now that I've started telling people about my blog. I had a guy friend come up to me a couple of weeks ago to tell me that he was bored one day and he decided to check it out. He thought it was really good and he really enjoyed reading it. THIS made me happy. Sooooo happy.<br />
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See, I've always seen this blog as a bit of a 'girl's read'. It's not though. But I never really thought guy's would be into it. Well, brilliantly, I've been proven wrong! So a massive thank you to all my guy readers! Your views are very much appreciated! Why not stick a comment down below if you are a dude enjoying this post? ;)<br />
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Now, I don't want to end on a low note. But I thought this was worth sharing. . . <br />
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About two weeks ago, I was really down. I was sick of being single. I felt alone, depressed, hopeless and just absolutely rubbish. Everyone was in a relationship or building up to a relationship. Some of my friends had people they liked. I didn't even have that. I wasn't interested in any guys around here and it got me depressed. <br />
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In fact, I was so upset (also extremely menstrual) that I felt a tear trickle down my cheek. But it wasn't full blown crying. Oh no. I had <em>one</em> tear. As much as I tried, no more would come. <em>One </em>tear. <em>One!</em> Because yes, ladies and gentlemen, even my tears are single now. <br />
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And to top it all off, I couldn't even comfort eat because there was a flippin' daddy long legs hovering about in my kitchen that I <em>so </em>wasn't ready to deal with. And I couldn't help but think, if I had a man, he'd be able to get it for me and be my knight in shining armour bearing chocolate and all things buttery. . . <br />
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*sigh* I must be calm. Happy place. Happy place!!!! <br />
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So yeah, during that period of time, wedding/engagement/dating/boyfriend/girlfriend/couples/love were all forbidden swear words to me.<br />
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But alas, I am out of that awful phase now. My time will come. I'd just appreciate it if it hurried up a bit. Just a little bit. And I'd also appreciate it if it had better punctuality than my past life events =S<br />
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But anyway, that's everything for now. I need to start job hunting *picks up cape and hunting gear*. . . I don't actually know what's included in hunting gear hence the vagueness. But meh, use your imagination people!<br />
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Have a good day my lovely readers. Be happy. Never stop. Find your happy place and set up camp there for a while. <br />
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Keep smiling folks!<br />
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Ditzy xXxAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-77973682606891043032013-08-31T15:08:00.000+01:002013-08-31T17:33:40.411+01:00Scattered Thoughts + Scattered Me = A Scattered BlogHiya my little cupcakes with buttercream icing and rainbow sprinkles on top! How are you all on this cold but sunny Saturday afternoon?<br />
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So, after reading my blog posts, a few friends and family members have encouraged me to get into writing and pursue a writing career. Now this is extremely flattering! But I've never felt good enough to do so. Now, don't think this is me trying to come across as extremely humble. I genuinely don't think I have what it takes to be a professional writer/book author/columnist. <br />
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Writing this blog is a massive hobby of mine. I love writing and getting my thoughts across in a kind of comedic way. It actually acts as a sort of therapy to me; making light of my problems on here helps me make light of them in my head. <br />
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For example, today I'm having a bit of a rubbish day which is why I'm sat in bed in my JimJams with half a bottle of shaken Diet Coke by my side. Yes, shaken. I love flat coke. Really, really love it. So I drink half or 1/4 of the bottle and then shake it. This makes it flat. I then wait for it to calm down before opening it and enjoying the sugary taste of flat coke. So, this has made me happy. Well, happier than I was about an hour ago.<br />
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Now, I'm well aware that the paragraph above seems irrelevant and silly and pointless. But it's not to me. Because, truth be told, explaining to you the process of making my coke flat has made me appreciate it even more. And it's made me appreciate the fact that it's here, by my side, ready for me to drink to my heart's content. Granted, when I finish it, my gloomy self will probably return and I'll probably spiral into depression again, but for now, I'm happy. <br />
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Aaaah! The sweet life of a 19 year old Diabetic with Chronic Fatigue/ME, Leaky Kidneys, Slight Depression and Dodgy Hormones. Don't you just love it ;)<br />
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But anyway, I digress as usual. Back to the main topic. What was the main topic?<br />
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Ah yes, pursuing a career in writing. So yeah, I didn't/don't think I have what it takes. I mean, there are so many writers out there who are amazing and motivational and inspirational (do motivational and inspirational mean the same thing?) and yet, half of them will never even be recognised because the field of writing is a ruthless one. But for the fun of it, I thought I would look into it a little bit. <br />
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That was my first obstacle. I don't know if I have the motivation. My problem is, I want certain things now. I know that a lot of my life's ambitions require hard grafting and I know the steps I need to take to reach them. And I'm prepared to do that. However, the things that just come into my mind of their own accord, I want these right away. For example. writing. I have this vision in my mind that it would be like it is in the films. Someone would read this blog, notice a tiny smidgen of potential and then perhaps contact me with a job. Or a way to help me improve. I know! I'm being selfish, lazy, far-fetched, and stupid. But I can't help but think it. It's like that scene from the old Pixar Movie, 'A Bug's Life':<br />
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A link to the scene is here: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTUQyEr-sg0">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TTUQyEr-sg0</a><br />
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So yeah, I know it's stupid to think this will happen. And I'm not blindly thinking it will. But it's fun to think about. I kind of have images of Isla Fisher in Confessions of a Shopaholic. You know how she is anonymously that columnist called The Girl in the Green Scarf and people love her articles? Is this accurate or have I just put my own twist on the entire story? Is there even a green scarf involved? Ugh! It's been too long since I watched the movie! But the point is, I have this whole Hollywoodised, sugar-coated view of the industry that I know is completely wrong but I can't help but dwell on it just a little bit.<br />
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But the point to the title of this post is this: I posted this blog on a Q&A website just to get some feedback off of people who don't know me. I'm always looking for ways to improve and appreciate feedback and constructive criticism. Even when some comments are hard to swallow, I try to look beyond this and glean the points on where and how I can improve. <br />
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Now, a few have said that my blog doesn't have a focus, and this could be an issue. Since my blog is so scattered and random, there isn't a main point to it and this can make it a little pointless to read. And I completely get where they are coming from. It's true, my blog is pointless and I don't have an aim. And I have thought of topics that I could completely focus this blog on; diabetes, shoes, fashion, food, etc.<br />
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BUT! I'm not feeling it. I am a very scattered person. I might have a form of mental ADHD (definitely not physical. I'm too lazy to be physically affected by ADHD). My thoughts are random, scattered, often pointless, often far-fetched, and I don't think about one thing for very long. I go off on many tangents wayyyy too often. I never stick to one thought and think it all the way through. . . <br />
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Let me demonstrate my thought process to you:<br />
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Yeah. . . So this is my thought process. This is the route to my procrastination. And this all probably reflects in my blog posts. So, I was thinking, I don't think I really want my blog to have a main focus, you know? Maybe I like the freedom of writing about whatever I want. For example, some days, I can write about the Great British Bake Off, and other days I can write about procrastination and ADHD thoughts. I don't really want to be restricted to write about a certain thing, because that would get boring quickly.</div>
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So, I hope you all enjoyed this post as much as I enjoyed typing it out! Oh! One last thing. I'd <em>love love love</em> if you guys would check out my friend, Lo Shep's YouTube channels and blog! She is a really good friend of mine and she has some fab vids on varied topics. Some of my faves are of her cats and horses! I don't like cats. But I like her cats. Because they're cute. Lo is also an accomplished horse rider (is that the correct term?) She is amazing and you will love her!</div>
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<a href="http://misslouise0212.blogspot.co.uk/">http://misslouise0212.blogspot.co.uk/</a> << All things equestrian ;)</div>
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<a href="http://losheps0212.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/medical-records.html">http://losheps0212.blogspot.co.uk/2013/08/medical-records.html</a> << Chronic Fatigue Life</div>
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<a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/LoSheps0212?feature=watch">https://www.youtube.com/user/LoSheps0212?feature=watch</a> << Lo's Vlogging Channel (my personal fave)</div>
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/DexLoMcKay">http://www.youtube.com/DexLoMcKay</a> << Crazy Cat Lady Channel ;) (Lo's cats, Dex & McKay. A MUST see if you love cats)</div>
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<a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/TPol0212/videos">http://www.youtube.com/user/TPol0212/videos</a> << Lo's Vids all to do with horses =)</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-4857531005024030762013-08-23T11:40:00.000+01:002013-08-23T11:50:19.983+01:00Dogs and Cake. . . And Serious Ramblings. . . Hiya my lil muffins! How are you all on this glorious Friday morning? Most of you are probably at work. Or if you're like me, you're sat on the sofa with laptop on your lap (how convenient), a half drunk cup of tea on the side, F.R.I.E.N.D.S on on tv in the background (which you're not actually watching. You just have it on as background noise to make you feel less lonely. Also, the familiar voices of the cast and the uncanned laughter of the audience makes you feel nostalgic and comforted... am I right?), and you probably have the remains of last nights make up on your face. Dried up mascara flakes under your eyes, eye liner faintly smeared down your cheek, eyeshadow clinging to your eyelids for dear life, and lip gloss that you've just applied to stop your lips from feeling so dry. And while applying that lip gloss you told yourself that if you had taken the make up off before going to bed last night and put on the appropriate 'night skincare moisturiser range' that you paid extra for in the shop when you only went in to buy day moisturiser, then you wouldn't have dry lips in the first place. Or is this all just my lazy morning ritual that I never actually learn from and/or change?<br />
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So yeah, regardless, you're reading this blog. And thanks for giving my blog the time of day. It is hugely appreciated!!! I cannot express that enough.<br />
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I am actually on holiday at the moment. Not abroad but I've come to visit my family which has been fab. Just the getaway I needed! I currently have two dogs keeping me company... a Dogue de Bordeaux and a Yorkie. Seriously, the cutest dogs ever. But then again, I'm biased. I look at these pups as my niece and nephew. Because, yes, I have become that crazy woman who buys hair bows for her sister's dogs and talks to them whilst alone in the house. Or sometimes when I'm surrounded by people. I seriously think dogs hold a better conversation than some people. Is that bad? And yes I'm aware dogs don't talk back. But isn't that the beauty of it? And no, I'm not saying they are better to talk to than my family, because my family are great. I'm talking about people in general. We all know at least one person where we'd cross the street/pretend we didn't notice them/hide in a shop just to avoid talking to them.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8H6iCw_SSMUDE3l33x_UmrozORAwIz2pwoKqIz1VFsqnanFS_XV0M-r5542hJad6h4eh2EGbeoEYhbuetj0mNcjEjWf_6RBCQMX1q5R3G-sCbXdocv4rupfzJGS2RDWWxXHFrIv34UM/s1600/oasty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL8H6iCw_SSMUDE3l33x_UmrozORAwIz2pwoKqIz1VFsqnanFS_XV0M-r5542hJad6h4eh2EGbeoEYhbuetj0mNcjEjWf_6RBCQMX1q5R3G-sCbXdocv4rupfzJGS2RDWWxXHFrIv34UM/s320/oasty.jpg" width="320" /></a>Anyways, these dogs have been amazing. They've been loyal, they've followed me around the house, they've given me a warm slobbery welcome every morning and they even wait outside for me when I go to the toilet. Yes, these lil cuties have become my lil babies over this past week and I shall miss them intensely when I get back home =(<br />
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Oh! The Great British Bake Off is back!! And I have to admit, it's nice to see a bit of old Hollywood on our screens. And when I say 'old Hollywood', I don't mean the movies ;)<br />
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So, in all honesty, nobody has really stood out to me yet. I didn't feel an instant like or connection with any of the contestants, but I shall give it time. That's not to say the bakes weren't fab though! Serious admiration for these people! And I was wondering, what do they do with all the cakes? I mean, obviously they wouldn't just bin them because that would just be disgusting with all the poverty around the world. But it's simply too much cake for the Bake Off team/contestants isn't it? So I wonder if they give it away to the public. If so, anyone fancy telling me where? Because I'd definitely be there! So yeah, I look forward to next weeks episode. How very exciting my Tuesday nights have become!<br />
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Oh also, I have jumped the 'job hunting' bandwagon! So I'm currently looking for a job, which is rather exciting I must say. Maybe I'm just suffering from 'early job hunting excitement syndrome' and perhaps the pure disappointment of it all will kick in, but at the moment I'm buzzing from it all. *warning* this tone may change completely by my next post so be prepared!<br />
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So, I'd better finish off my ramblings and start on some non-productive nonsense. The Daily Mail won't read itself ;) Also, my sister treated me to get my nails done and typing is surprisingly hard to do with long nails. . .<br />
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Keep smiling folks!<br />
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Ditzy xXxAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-60017960669701586002013-08-10T18:44:00.000+01:002013-08-31T18:54:40.414+01:00Abandonment and Goodbyes: Diabetes, Sugar Cravings, Insulin Pumps, Sadness, Happiness, Weight Loss, Inspiration, Loneliness, Friendships. . . Well hello there my beautiful cupcakes! How are you all? Scrumptious as ever I hope!<br />
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Apologies for the (nearly) one month gap since last writing a post! Things have been pretty hectic with doctors appointments and my (now on the rise) social life. . . Yes! I now have a social life! *SHOCK, HORROR, COMPLETE MORTIFICATION* ;)<br />
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So, Abandonment and Goodbyes. Such lovely topics of conversation for a Saturday evening, right? Well, this post won't be all doom and gloom, I promise.<br />
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So, since finding out about my kidneys, my docs have now tightened the reins on getting my blood sugar levels sorted, which is brilliant. My control is now fab but my craving's are not. Seriously, I have the ridiculous cravings that should come with pregnancy and I assure you, I'm not pregnant. In fact, I have the cravings of a woman expecting octuplets.<br />
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**NB: I'm not sure if the amount you crave depends on how many kids you're expecting. but for effect, let's pretend that the more proverbial 'buns' you have in the oven, the more literal buns you crave. You know the ones I'm talking about. The sweet pastry with the sugar icing dripping deliciously down the sides, crying out "Eat me, eat me. If you don't, I'll die a painful and undignified death by being chucked in the supermarket bins and then gnawed mercilessly on by rats". Yeah. . . them ones. **<br />
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So these cravings have been terrible. But I have refrained from binging on junk food. Apart from the occasional KFC (twice in three weeks. . . that's <em>good</em> for me!). The main thing that has motivated me to keep away from the unashamedly calorific isle in Asda is my brother. My brother has done amazingly recently! To me, he has always been the perfect example of how a man should be. People have their dad's to look at for that. I have my brother =)<br />
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But anyway, my brother has been dedicated to losing weight for the past couple of months. He wasn't big by any means but he wanting to lose some. And with a strict healthy eating regime and by going on power walks every day, my brother has lost 10.5lbs in two weeks!<br />
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Now, coming from a person who thought only a KFC at the end of a walk would make me actually <em>go</em> for a walk, it should mean a lot to you guys to find out that my brother has become my inspiration. Yes, my big brother, lovingly know to me as Shezzy/Shez/Shezalot/Shozes (wow, spellcheck is having a <em>fit </em>right now), has motivated and inspired me to go for more walks. He has been the one I've thought of when craving Aldi's Hazelnut Chocolate, Ben & Jerry's Cookie Dough Ice Cream, Gregg's Glazed Ring Donughts, or even my beloved Coca Cola and Milk (Cilk/Moca Mola). He's the one that has inspired me to eat well and be more active. <br />
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So just a little note to say thank you Shezzy! And well done!!! You've done amazingly and I'm sooo proud of you. And I love you lots =)<br />
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Now, a slightly sombre part of this post is to follow that high note. Patrick aka Patrizio, my soul mate that was my insulin pump, has sadly passed away. Last night whilst doing a set change, he started to play up and after ringing the helpline, I was told that he would need to be replaced. I am currently in a state of mourning, people. Yes, I have grown unbelievably attached to an electronic medical device. I never thought I'd utter those words in my life and yet here I am, typing them out in black and white for the whole world to see. I am officially a freak. <br />
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But it is surprising how attached one can get to something so non-human. I mean, I've had this guy attached to my stomach for 19 months. He's stayed by my side all day and all night without fail. I've got annoyed with his beeping, I've appreciated his warnings and reminders, and I've even talked to him. I can't even call 'him' 'it', even though I know he's more an 'it' than a 'him'. Does that make sense? Probably not. Sorry. <br />
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So today the delivery man came to give me my new pumps and to take Patrick away. I actually hesitated giving him to the delivery guy. But I was strong. I did it. Patrick is gone but never forgotten. He will always be my main dude and my first pump. Now I have this other one sat on my bed and I need to give him a name. Though in all honesty, I love the name 'Patrick' so much that I might just call this new one Patrick Jr. In memory of old Patrizio.<br />
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Though, to be honest, I think I reacted with more emotion to this situation than was necessary due to the way I was feeling before. I felt lonely. One of my beautiful friends got married last weekend. he wedding was spectacular and the bride looked absolutely gorgeous. I am so happy for them, I literally cannot stop a smile from breaking out now while I think of them on their special day.<br />
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But weddings, as lovely as they are, are the perfect thing to highlight the fact that you're single. And I couldn't help but feel this loneliness since then. I just felt so alone, even amongst my amazing friends! It's all so annoying and confusing. SO here I was, feeling alone and depressed and BAM! Patrick dies on me. I mean, come on! Not even a computer can put up with me for that long ='(<br />
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But meh, I suppose it's just one of those things. When a relationship happens, it happens. I just have to try not to mope about not being in one in the meantime. <br />
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So on that <em>joy</em> of a note, I shall say goodbye. I need to get ready to go and chill with one of my amazing girlies. Malibu and coke. . . here I come ;)<br />
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Oh and just a quick note to say thank you everyone!!! I have hit over 1,000 pageviews and that's all because of you beautiful people! I cannot express how much it builds my confidence and fills me with joy that I have people interested in my random ramblings! So thank you, thank you, thank you! You guys are amazing!!!<br />
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Ditzy xXx<br />
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09645183773702755348noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2779315945553865760.post-2053879677248797132013-07-16T17:37:00.000+01:002013-08-23T10:46:35.211+01:00I Am Me. . . Not The Girl With DiabetesHello cupcakes! How are you all?<br />
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We have many reasons to celebrate today! The sun is out, the sky is clear, and we're alive. Yep. We are alive. <br />
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Those of you who don't me personally don't know this, but I have Type 1 Diabetes. I have had it for 12 and a half years now and, I'm not going to lie, at times it has wrecked my life. But I now have an Insulin Pump called Patrick. I decided that since the pump would be my life partner for the rest of my life, he needed a name. So I graced him with the name 'Patrick', kind of named after Patrick Star from SpongeBob. But I call him Patrizio when I'm feeling posh and/or Italian. He's been amazing in keeping my blood sugars under control. And to be honest, it beats injecting 4-8 times a day! No more bruises!<br />
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Just so you know, Type 1 Diabetes is completely different to Type 2. Whereas Type 2 is diet and obesity related, Type 1 is not. It is to do with a virus and genetics. There's nothing you can do to prevent it or cure it. Anyway, I've had Patrick for 18 months now and things were going perfectly. Then I had a bad blip, and now things are back to normal again and seem to be going smoothly.<br />
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However, I received some pretty startling news last Thursday when I went to see my Diabetes Consultant. My kidneys are leaking. So I seem to have the onset of Diabetic Nephropathy (or Kidney Disease). I won't know for sure how far along I am until my test results come back. However, this pretty much made my world come crashing down for a few days. Wow, <em>how</em> deep does that sound?! But it's how I felt, truth be told. <br />
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So I wallowed in the fact that 'leaky kidneys' was yet another thing to add to the list of things wrong with me. I felt sorry for myself and cried lots. And I was such a miserable person, which is very unlike me. But then realisation struck. . . <br />
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I am alive. I have access to medical care that isn't available to many people in other countries. I have a good, supportive family and amazing friends. My heart is still beating. What I have isn't terminal. I don't have Cancer. I don't have anything even <em>close</em> to that! I'm young. And I'm going to fight this 'til the end. <br />
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Don't get me wrong, I needed to wallow in my issues for a while. I needed to be treated delicately and I needed to feel sorry for myself for a few days. But that's it. That's all I really needed to do to snap back out of it. Us humans, we moan about so much. We worry about things that aren't even worth worrying about. We think our problems are the worst in the world. How wrong we are though.<br />
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There is always, <em>always</em>, someone going through so much worse than we are. I don't find that thought comforting at all. But it makes me look at my own issues in a different light and it helps me to put my own issues into perspective. <br />
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So even though I thought I was getting better but I'm evidently not, I'm not going to let this affect me too much. I mean, I'm going to try and live a healthier lifestyle which is beneficial regardless. But I'm not going to let this mess with my head too much. Whatever happens, happens. As long as I am surrounded by the people I love and cherish and am made to laugh more than I could possibly handle, well, I'll be happy =)<br />
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This brings me to the reason behind the title for this post. I want all my friends to know who I am. I want to be known for my personality: my weirdness, craziness, utter hilariousness ;) and just the girl who gets so excited over stupid things (sometimes I don't even know why I'm excited. Think of the whole "I'm so excited! Are you excited? Because I'm soooooo excited but I don't know why!" scenario). And the girl who talks<em> so</em> much that she actually gets out of breath. I kid you not. It's happened on numerous occasions. Especially when it comes to meeting people I don't know. I have two extremes; either I go mute or I talk wayyyy too much. <br />
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But anyway, I digress again. So I want to be known for all that. I don't want to be known as the girl with diabetes, bad health, ketones(!), kidney issues, and the like. Because that's not me. Its just stuff that's been pinned on me involuntarily. <br />
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So there. I feel better now I've got that off my chest. It's amazing how much writing can help clear your head. <br />
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Anyway, I hope you've kind of enjoyed this post. I apologise profusely for the intense 'emo' undertones. But yeah, have a good day people! Hope you're enjoying the sun as much as I am!!<br />
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Keep smiling folks!<br />
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