Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Men. Show all posts
Friday, November 12, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Kizzy's 21st Birthday Celebration
I'm turning 21 at the end of June but since neither myself nor my twin will be in the country at that point, we had our 21st birthday party last night.
I had the most amazing time all thanks to my friends who attended, it wouldn't have been the same without any of them. It started off in our house where we had drinks and food. My older sisters were great working the bar and making sure everyone was looked after. Amy made a tropical punch which went down a treat with everyone! Tiger beer and outdoor lights added to the Summer feel. Unfortunately it started to rain and we had to move the party inside so any late-comers missed the great garden set up. Afterwards we went to Flannerys and then Coppers which were both really good fun I have to say.
My sister and I wore the same shoes and dress which was really fun to do. Everyone was commenting though how the outfit looked totally different though on each of us, it's funny how that is! My make up was inspired by Lady Gaga in her 'Poker Face' video.
Dress: 20euro from H&M
Shoes: 25euro from Simon Harte
The night was great. The drink was great, the food was great. My favorite people were there. I danced all night. I got my birthday kiss. I wasn't hungover the next day- Seriously, what more could I ask for?!
(All photos are courtesy of my brilliant new camera- Thank you all!)
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
I had the most amazing time all thanks to my friends who attended, it wouldn't have been the same without any of them. It started off in our house where we had drinks and food. My older sisters were great working the bar and making sure everyone was looked after. Amy made a tropical punch which went down a treat with everyone! Tiger beer and outdoor lights added to the Summer feel. Unfortunately it started to rain and we had to move the party inside so any late-comers missed the great garden set up. Afterwards we went to Flannerys and then Coppers which were both really good fun I have to say.
My sister and I wore the same shoes and dress which was really fun to do. Everyone was commenting though how the outfit looked totally different though on each of us, it's funny how that is! My make up was inspired by Lady Gaga in her 'Poker Face' video.
Dress: 20euro from H&M
Shoes: 25euro from Simon Harte
The night was great. The drink was great, the food was great. My favorite people were there. I danced all night. I got my birthday kiss. I wasn't hungover the next day- Seriously, what more could I ask for?!
(All photos are courtesy of my brilliant new camera- Thank you all!)
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
Monday, May 3, 2010
Food, Flowers, Fashion, Music and Men!
This was really fun to do! So, this is what my brain looks like on the inside. I'll have to get a few other people to do the same thing and then see the difference between everyone...I'm loving Kelis' new song Acapella. I can't find the download link that I used for it, I think it must have been deleted, but you can listen to it here:
I must do a proper article soon seeing as I have free time now that exams are officially over... Watch this space!
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
Saturday, April 10, 2010
Three things I want from a man...
1) Laughs
If a guy can't make me laugh he can't make me do anything. Full stop. Humour is just one of those typically masculine things. Most girls aren't that funny, and if they are then normally there is something a bit manly about them (Take Ellen DeGeneres for example!). Because of this, us girls depend on the males in our lives to make us laugh. If a guy can crack a few jokes he instantly becomes more appealing.
Making jokes about things I do or say is great because it makes me laugh and also provides me with attention (See number two!). Humility is important here too. Men who take themselves too seriously are not attractive.
2)Attention
I'm not gonna lie, I need attention! I know a lot of men who wouldn't put up with me because I'm too 'high maintenance'. That's fine. I'm willing to wait around for someone who wants to shower me in tender loving care. Yes, I am a female chauvinist pig and I believe that I deserve to be treated like a princess by men.
Now, I'm not saying that if I ask for something he should do it for me. Definitely not, in fact the opposite, I hate when guys do what I say. It frustrates me no end, like, stand up for yourself against me! No, I just mean, sending me a text letting me know you're thinking of me. Or saying something cute out of the blue.
3) Intelligence
I need to be intellectually challenged. I don't think I could put up with someone who doesn't read or doesn't enjoy learning. There's nothing worse than a guy who only talks about things on television. If I'm to engage with someone properly than they need to be able hold a conversation on the things I like talking about, like books, emotions, current affairs. I do enjoy a philosophical conversation every now and then too!
I remember once I was in a bar and this one guy tried to chat me up. So he asked what I was studying and I replied 'Science, mainly biology' and he gave me a look like I had three heads, said 'NEXT!' and walked away. What an idiot. I like to think I had a lucky escape there- I doubt conversations with him would have been riveting.
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
If a guy can't make me laugh he can't make me do anything. Full stop. Humour is just one of those typically masculine things. Most girls aren't that funny, and if they are then normally there is something a bit manly about them (Take Ellen DeGeneres for example!). Because of this, us girls depend on the males in our lives to make us laugh. If a guy can crack a few jokes he instantly becomes more appealing.
Making jokes about things I do or say is great because it makes me laugh and also provides me with attention (See number two!). Humility is important here too. Men who take themselves too seriously are not attractive.
2)Attention
I'm not gonna lie, I need attention! I know a lot of men who wouldn't put up with me because I'm too 'high maintenance'. That's fine. I'm willing to wait around for someone who wants to shower me in tender loving care. Yes, I am a female chauvinist pig and I believe that I deserve to be treated like a princess by men.
Now, I'm not saying that if I ask for something he should do it for me. Definitely not, in fact the opposite, I hate when guys do what I say. It frustrates me no end, like, stand up for yourself against me! No, I just mean, sending me a text letting me know you're thinking of me. Or saying something cute out of the blue.
3) Intelligence
I need to be intellectually challenged. I don't think I could put up with someone who doesn't read or doesn't enjoy learning. There's nothing worse than a guy who only talks about things on television. If I'm to engage with someone properly than they need to be able hold a conversation on the things I like talking about, like books, emotions, current affairs. I do enjoy a philosophical conversation every now and then too!
I remember once I was in a bar and this one guy tried to chat me up. So he asked what I was studying and I replied 'Science, mainly biology' and he gave me a look like I had three heads, said 'NEXT!' and walked away. What an idiot. I like to think I had a lucky escape there- I doubt conversations with him would have been riveting.
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Full Fathom Five...
I really love poetry... Only lucidly written poetry though. It's very rare that I come across poetry that actually affects me, but when it does, it is amazing. There are too many people out there nowadays that call themselves poets. I'd say with 99% of all the poems I have read in my life I have been unimpressed. A good poem when read sounds like music. The mixture of rhythms, alliteration and repetition actually sound like percussion instruments accompanying the lyrics. A good poem evokes emotion. Often if something is happening in my life that confuses me, or I don't know what to do about something, reading a poem with which I can identify can answer questions I have or help me handle the situation better than I would have.
When I was younger I fancied myself as a bit of a poet, I still have a few of them typed up and in a little red folder somewhere in my room. I haven't written anything in a good few months though. Right now the thought of sitting down and writing a poem scares me. I don't know why I grew out of it to be honest, I think it was laziness. It's very hard to write poetry. Originally when I was younger I thought it was easy, just write the first line, find a word that rhymes and then write the second line. As I grew older though, this formula didn't suffice. I started reading adult poetry where there were no rhymes and yet the words sounded like a melody to the ears. This was real poetry, which I find next to impossible to write. Maybe that's why reading a well written poem influences me so much emotionally- Because the skill of writing one is so elusive to me.
Sylvia Plath is my favorite poet, and some of Yeats' work too, although I disagree with some of his political opinions so sometimes I have difficulty reading his poems while remaining unbiased.
Maybe as soon as exams are over I shall begin to write again. There is no better feeling than being able to formulate your thoughts into lines that not only make sense (Most of my thoughts don't make sense!) but also are aurally pleasing. It also helps to organise my mind too.
...
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red;
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
- From Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath
I decided to write this entry after reading the above poem. It pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now. Men are so confusing...
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
When I was younger I fancied myself as a bit of a poet, I still have a few of them typed up and in a little red folder somewhere in my room. I haven't written anything in a good few months though. Right now the thought of sitting down and writing a poem scares me. I don't know why I grew out of it to be honest, I think it was laziness. It's very hard to write poetry. Originally when I was younger I thought it was easy, just write the first line, find a word that rhymes and then write the second line. As I grew older though, this formula didn't suffice. I started reading adult poetry where there were no rhymes and yet the words sounded like a melody to the ears. This was real poetry, which I find next to impossible to write. Maybe that's why reading a well written poem influences me so much emotionally- Because the skill of writing one is so elusive to me.
Sylvia Plath is my favorite poet, and some of Yeats' work too, although I disagree with some of his political opinions so sometimes I have difficulty reading his poems while remaining unbiased.
Maybe as soon as exams are over I shall begin to write again. There is no better feeling than being able to formulate your thoughts into lines that not only make sense (Most of my thoughts don't make sense!) but also are aurally pleasing. It also helps to organise my mind too.
...
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red;
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
- From Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath
I decided to write this entry after reading the above poem. It pretty much sums up how I'm feeling right now. Men are so confusing...
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Love Life: Playing 'The Game'
Oh god, where do I start? I don't understand 'The Game'. I don't know why people do it, I don't know how people do it. The whole 'playing hard to get' thing is just a mystery to me. Now, I'm not saying that I'm easy, not at all. In fact I like to think that I am very particular in my standards when it comes to men. However, if I do meet someone that I like then I'm going to want to go and get them. If the guy I'm into texts me, then I'm going to text him back. Because I like talking to the person I like. This is just basic common sense, no?
Apparently though, I'm doing it completely wrong. The girls who have ten million males chasing them are the ones who act all aloof. He texts her, she just doesn't bother replying, he wants her more. I don't get it though... Aren't men lazy? Why would they prefer to go to all the effort of having to chase after a girl, would they not prefer that they just get what they wanted? This whole 'thrill of the chase' thing just doesn't make sense: In any other aspect of life it would be seen as wasted energy. It doesn't agree with the whole 'Darwin' way of thinking.
Why does dating have to be so complicated? Why, if I like someone, can I not just tell them? Why do men get turned off if a girl gives them the impression that she might be really into him? Do humans not like to be loved after all?
Not playing The Game has backfired on me a few times in life. I've had guys who were in to me go right off me just because I was honest. Also, if a boy doesn't reply to my messages, or doesn't try to contact me then I'm going to presume that they don't want me. I mean, in my mind, if a guy wants me, then he should come after me. After all, why wouldn't he? Sitting around playing hard to get is just going to make me frustrated, not attracted.
I'll never understand it. This one time I tried playing games, you know, like not writing back to a message for atleast two hours. It just got annoying, and it didn't work for me either. The whole thing is just really stupid, and the more girls and guys get into it the worse its going to get. I think the whole population should boycott The Game. Let's all be honest with each other from now on.
Freedom, Truth, Beauty, Love,
Kizzy xx
Apparently though, I'm doing it completely wrong. The girls who have ten million males chasing them are the ones who act all aloof. He texts her, she just doesn't bother replying, he wants her more. I don't get it though... Aren't men lazy? Why would they prefer to go to all the effort of having to chase after a girl, would they not prefer that they just get what they wanted? This whole 'thrill of the chase' thing just doesn't make sense: In any other aspect of life it would be seen as wasted energy. It doesn't agree with the whole 'Darwin' way of thinking.
Why does dating have to be so complicated? Why, if I like someone, can I not just tell them? Why do men get turned off if a girl gives them the impression that she might be really into him? Do humans not like to be loved after all?
Not playing The Game has backfired on me a few times in life. I've had guys who were in to me go right off me just because I was honest. Also, if a boy doesn't reply to my messages, or doesn't try to contact me then I'm going to presume that they don't want me. I mean, in my mind, if a guy wants me, then he should come after me. After all, why wouldn't he? Sitting around playing hard to get is just going to make me frustrated, not attracted.
I'll never understand it. This one time I tried playing games, you know, like not writing back to a message for atleast two hours. It just got annoying, and it didn't work for me either. The whole thing is just really stupid, and the more girls and guys get into it the worse its going to get. I think the whole population should boycott The Game. Let's all be honest with each other from now on.
Freedom, Truth, Beauty, Love,
Kizzy xx
And so it begins...
Welcome to the most amazing blog you will ever read. This is the place where we shall be worshipping our (and most girls') five favorite things in life: Music, Men, Food, Flowers and Fashion.
Music.
Everyone loves it. There is music for every mood and music can not only accentuate a mood but also change a mood. When words fail: Music speaks. Everyday is a musical and life is my stage.
Men.
We hate them yet we love them. They are the most disgusting and frustrating creatures on the Earth and yet they are the most beautiful and time-worthy creatures on the Earth. They make us cry, but they also make us laugh uncontrollably.
Food.
Quod me nutri me destrui. Sometimes there is nothing better than eating. Sara shall be documenting her '30 Days of Epic Meals' here. As soon as Lent is over Katie shall be returning to her fast food loving ways.
Flowers.
Not the type that men give us on Valentine's day (Gimme steak and a blowjob instead anytime) - No, real flowers. As in Echium decaisnei. Or Nicotiana acuminata. Proper flowers with medicinal properties and flowers that are economically important. Botany (Or 'herbology' as we like to refer to it as) is blooming amazing.
Fashion.
I'm gonna say it now, I'm not much of an expert on fashion. Sara does fashion, Katie does sex appeal. I've no idea what is on the catwalks right now and the only time I've ever read a Vogue article was the one about poo that Sara made me read (In which she had underlined all the 'important' parts). I do love clothes though. There is no better feeling than putting on an outfit and feeling amazing and loving what you see in the mirror.
And so be it. Sizzy and Kizzy shall be the fellowship of the blog. Look forward to immense wit and insight from us both!
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
Music.
Everyone loves it. There is music for every mood and music can not only accentuate a mood but also change a mood. When words fail: Music speaks. Everyday is a musical and life is my stage.
Men.
We hate them yet we love them. They are the most disgusting and frustrating creatures on the Earth and yet they are the most beautiful and time-worthy creatures on the Earth. They make us cry, but they also make us laugh uncontrollably.
Food.
Quod me nutri me destrui. Sometimes there is nothing better than eating. Sara shall be documenting her '30 Days of Epic Meals' here. As soon as Lent is over Katie shall be returning to her fast food loving ways.
Flowers.
Not the type that men give us on Valentine's day (Gimme steak and a blowjob instead anytime) - No, real flowers. As in Echium decaisnei. Or Nicotiana acuminata. Proper flowers with medicinal properties and flowers that are economically important. Botany (Or 'herbology' as we like to refer to it as) is blooming amazing.
Fashion.
I'm gonna say it now, I'm not much of an expert on fashion. Sara does fashion, Katie does sex appeal. I've no idea what is on the catwalks right now and the only time I've ever read a Vogue article was the one about poo that Sara made me read (In which she had underlined all the 'important' parts). I do love clothes though. There is no better feeling than putting on an outfit and feeling amazing and loving what you see in the mirror.
And so be it. Sizzy and Kizzy shall be the fellowship of the blog. Look forward to immense wit and insight from us both!
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love,
Kizzy xx
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