Monday, May 25

On TV: my favorite commercial

Today in my Marketing class, we were devising strategic ads for specified products.
Based on either humor, repetition or just plain annoying, and we were asked to analyze and talk about our favorite commercials ever.
Lo and behold! i could not come up with a single decent Ad i could share with the class, because, guess what? my favorite commercials are either chocolate commercials with half nude men scantily covered or condom Ads.
i said it
condom Ads
is it only me or has anyone noticed that Condoms (after Chocs of course) have the funniest commercials on TV?
well and for some reason, i always stumble across them- for a reason i dunno... yet?
boredom perhaps.
or a hunger for something different

anyway back to Choc Ads...
my topmost favorite is the Sexiest Ad for the Sweetest thing
that's just for the record
i kinda like hilarious commercials, humor based Ads than anything.
The type that kinda make you wonder what the Ad is about and when it gets to the end you go like " are you kidding me?"
And as everyone knows funny things are usually the sexist, racist or stereotyped ones, so i wasn't ready to share my private jokes with the class (syke!!!)
so i had to think of the plainest Ads i had ever seen that managed to get a smile from me
so i finally settled for a Nike commercial the Hot dogs one
everyone thought that was hilarious
and in my mind i was like "if only u knew... i just goggled it 3minutes ago"
nevertheless i enjoyed it.
i mean, who wouldn't think the guy was trying to save the Cart
but ketchup?? okay really i did not see that coming

but anywhere there you are!

Sunday, May 24

Tattoo: An indelible mark

Today my post (inspired by is called Tattoo

Names wont be down only initials to save the not-so-innocent
All relationships (including those you deny leave some sorta mark on you whether you admit it or not)
so am gonna make a list of guys (and maybe girls) that have taught me a lesson or three in the years past

B.A and all 'royal crew', former neighbors... they left a tattoo in my mind barely 13 then, watched them change their girls like tee shirts, tossed them around and without knowing i just saw guys as human species not meant to be trusted
A.U mister fine guy, my 1st serious toaster, he left a tattoo, still can't decipher what.
U.I my high school crush and he never knew! he left a tattoo of a pen on my right hand, he was a beautiful writer wrote da most amazing things, funny enough i started writing cos of him, we were friends, he was 'prom-king material' and we talked about everything except us, we had da same problems and different solutions
U.B my birthday mate and best friend, became friends when i was 17 but i never met him until 3 years later... he left a tattoo on me... somewhere on my head, my forehead taught me to believe in myself and to care for other peoples feelings
M.M my first love, first kiss, first (and only) i-hate-how-much-i-love-you, he left a tattoo on my neck, nobody sees it, even me, except when am alone, looking at da mirror, then i touch my neck and smile
J.M my girlfriend, left a tattoo i after all the crying i did for her, with her
i will not make the same mistakes that you did i will not break the way you did you fell so hard
i promised myself i was never gonna let a guy hurt me da way she hurt, the way she cried
F.M my tweeny and her boyfriend A.Y made me believe in true love, the unconditional type
A.Q her new boyfriend made me change my perspective on the 'forever kinda love'
C.B made me realise that some people can just fall deeply in love with you for no reason at all

sweetness wouldnt be sweetness without all these people...
who messed up my sweet naive mind
made me run from what i thot i cud avoid
love myself
appreciate people
understand everything

Friday, May 22

This week... so far

This week was my best in a long while
Had a holiday on Monday
the golf fund raising dinner on Tuesday
worked late till past 11pm
slept with a migraine (yeah its back)
woke up 4 hours later to review for my accounting test
classes on Wednesday were fab
The test was great
The meeting with my boss went well yesterday
I learned how to make flambes!
unfortunately i cant eat them cos they have alcohol
but who cares? i had lots of ice cream instead with lovely cherry toppings while everyone else enjoyed the flambes...
Nikolay is teaching me Russian :)
nd Anastasia and myself have been inserting little words like privet, pa'ka :)
oh well just da basics, dont worry in 3 months i will be sending you postcards from Russia
anyway am so happy its friday
am gonna watch a movie in ma room tonight
read a novel... pamper myself and all that
hmmm... facebook is becoming boring
oh yes i wanna watch The Game... again
right now am watching Gossip girl

How to make a Flambee

So today i feel like sharing a beautiful recipe with you
one of my very favorite desserts

A cherry flambe jubilee

A flambe is any food that has liquor poured on it and ignited to burn off the alcohol and give it a flavour

for this particular one you'll need
  • cherries (preferably canned cherries from your grocery store)
  • sugar (about a table spoon)
  • butter ( a full tablespoon scoop)
  • cherry liqueur
  • Brandy
  • An orange cut in half
you heat your pan put some sugar and after a minute you add ur butter picking the orange with a fork you stir your mixture for another minute, then you add your cherries along with some cherry juice from the can and you continue stirring as much as you can to get the citrus flavour. you tilt ur pan upwards so that all the liquid is collected at the bottom and you heat the top after about 30 seconds you remove from heat and pour an ounce of brandy

MAKE SURE YOU STAND BACK AS YOU RETURN THE PAN because there is going to be a huge flame which is da best part of the show :-p

pour a little cherry brandy over it for some flavour and serve over ice cream

pieces of me, pieces of you, pieces of her

When your mind is a mess
So is mine
I cant sleep
Cause it hurts when I think
My thoughts aren't at peace
With the plans that we make
Chances we take
They're, not yours and not mine
There's waves that can break
All the words that we say
And the words that we mean
Words can fall short
Can't see the unseen
Cause the world is awake

And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no other way

Well too much silence can be misleading
You're drifting I can hear it in the way that your breathing
We don't really need to find reason
Cause out the same door that it came well its leaving its leaving
Leaving like a day that's done and part of a season
Resolve is just a concept that's as dead as the leaves
But at least we can sleep, its all that we need
When we wake we will find
Our minds will be free to go to sleep

And know that if I knew
All of the answers I would
Not hold them from you'd
Know all the things that i'd know
We told each other, there is no othe
r way

There's no combination of words
I could put on the back of a postcard
No song that I could sing
But I can try for your heart
Our dreams, and they are made out of real things
Like a, shoebox of photographs
With sepiatone loving
Love is the answer,
At least for most of the questions in my heart
Like why are we here? And where do we go?
And how come it's so hard?
It's not always easy and
Sometimes life can be deceiving
I'll tell you one thing it's always better when we're together

Wednesday, May 20

Twins with two different dads... weird?

While getting ready today, this interesting news on TV caught ma attention. "A pair of twin baby boys were miraculously born with DIFFERENT fathers." no way you are kidding me right?

But it is true, eleven-month-old Justin and Jordan Washington were born seven minutes apart but, in an amazing twist of fate, they are only half-brothers. (at this point i was like WTF?!)

Their mother, name withheld (but if you insist its Mia) upon questioning said she had an affair with an unidentified man :-p.The truth came out when Mia visited Clear Diagnostics DNA Lab after noticing that the twins had different facial features.

And yours truly, *sweetness* decided to do a little medical check on that and i found out that it could indeed happen, but dear reader, you won't be reading about a case like this again... definately not in this lifetime because it happens only once in a (cant remember the fraction here, but oh well...i won't insult your intelligence am sure you understand)

Twins with separate fathers is called superfecundation. For this to happen, medics (no no not the ones in the picture above) say two things have to happen:

1. You have to ovulate twice (dizyogtic).

2. You have to have sex with different men within a couple of days of ovulation. This can be either on the same day or some days apart, as sperm can survive for many days. Multiple ovulations happen in about 1% or more of all ovulations, more so when you take ovulation-inducing medications.

How often a woman has sex with different men on the same day or within a couple of days of each other is anyone's guess.

am not judgemental so... but i was just wondering

*...and on da side...*

i was looking for a perfect pic for this post and voila! Greys Anatomy came up (ding!) ha bless, love triangles dont get betta than those in ma favoryt show ;)

a girls gotta lurv it

Monday, May 18

tears that burn...

"why are you doing this to me?"
if i had a penny for every time i hear this...
so how do i start? maybe by telling you not to judge me because i honestly don't know why i do the things i do
its a classic story, its always a classic story
a happy story with sad endings
and i don't wanna do this anymore
every time i feel like i am gonna fall in love with you i start to dig for ugly things
and if i don't find any, then you are too good to be true, and i begin to shut you out
crawling back into my shell, making excuses not to talk to you, not to see you
giving you reasons to hate me
creating reasons to hate you, because i don't wanna get hurt
i am living a lie, if it hurts then why don't i stop?
maybe i have gotten so used to the pain, i don't feel it anymore
and i can't tell nobody how i feel
am doing it again
angry for no reason, not talking to you for one reason
why do you love me?
and the tiny voice in my head asking "does he really love you"
"is this a dare"
"is he recording the phone calls"
"why does he want ALL those pictures"
"what does he tell his friends"
"why does he even love you"
Ms Paranoid
i should have that label on ma forehead
because i just can't trust you
enough to kiss you with my eyes shut...

and i hate me doing this to you, i know it kills you
hell it kills me too
am just hoping am gonna piss you off enough so you leave
because i am not strong enough to tell you to leave
i just wanna take your hand in mine and put it close to my heart
do you feel this heart beating
with fear and uncertainty
when "am not sure" becomes the only thing you are sure of
it has become a routine
staying in my shell
da knocking gets louder
and eventually it fades away
but before that, the question comes
"why are you doing this?"
and i say i don't know
and i really don't know why i do it
but i do it
again and again