Energy Shot Test

So I'm pretty energetic.  Ok that's a lie...sort of.  I have an energetic personality.  I'm usually pretty bubbly but I do have dark days where I feel like there is a cloud hanging over my head, but that is beside the point. 

Back to the post subject.

Today I have decided to try an energy shot drink thing that you buy from the shops if you want like a 6 hour energy buzz.  I've never tried them before, I have had the ordinary energy drinks like Redbull etc, and I have to confess I never really experienced any effect from drinking them.

Which brings me to my current experiment.  I finally tracked down one of these shot things (so hard to find when you're looking!) and I have two sips.

Eck. Not fun to drink. 

Sorry about quality, this is taken with a mobile with no macro function. :(

The brand is "Demon" and the flavour is "Tropical punch'd".  It's a 60ml drink crammed with enough taurine, caffeine and guarana (It boasts a whopping 2462mg power blend) to warrant a cautionary note on the bottle stating "Do not drink if you wish to sleep in the next 6 hours".

Ooooh, heavy. *rolls eyes*

You could say I don't have much faith in it to pump me up, so to speak.  I'll tell you one thing though, I have like the most extreme munchies!  I have had more than two slices of pizza and almost half a garlic bread, not to mention I had a hand full (or two) of french fries. I don't smoke weed so...yeah? weird.

Another thing I will admit is that since I've had the two sips from said experimental energy boosting drink I have not lost train of thought in this post.  Usually my posts start off coherant and then slowly peter out to a babbling ramble. LOL

Anyways if this stuff gives me any kind of measurable energy kick I will try to update.  I know I kep saying that but in my defence at the time I have all intentions to do so.

Okay that's it from me, I'm going to drink the rest of this shot and find something to do "energetically". BYE

ps: check my previous post for update pics of Salas' cake and my braids.

So today is Salas' birthday.  She turned sweet 16.  I feel like I could have done a better job at not making it lame.  I tried though and if she appreciates the "its the thought that counts" rubbish that mothers spew at you when you're younger to make sure you don't act like a total douche bag about getting something you would rather not have, then it was fair enough.  I baked her a four layer strawberry and chocolate fudge cake with chocolate frosting and flaked chocolate garnish.  I stupidly bought these expensive candles because in my madness while shopping today I grabbed the pack believing it said "24 sparkling candles" when in fact it only said "24 SPIRAL candles" WTF! Dick.

Anyways if the cake wasn't bad enough (because no-one actually ate any of it?) I am ultra-super-duper-uber-extra LAME at buying people gifts.

Yes, I am the worst.

If there was an award show where they gave out lame ass awards for lame ass stuff I could possibly be a front-runner.  I don't know why I fail so EPICALLY at gift-giving.  It has never been one of my strong points.  But nicely enough people pretend to like things I get them to save me the humiliation, even though I expressly tell them not to expect much when receiving  something from me.  Even though most times I will pore over catalogues or surf the net for hours, even asking other people their opinion I still have no present presence.

Anyways enough of the self deprecation.

On a lighter note, Sala took photos of her cake and I even sang "Happy Birthday" to her and she ate her requested birthday dinner of butter chicken and naan and put on her new woolly jersey I got her.  I think she likes it because she pointed out a similar one on TV and said "I want one of those".  I think it looks good on her. I'll update this post with photos of the cake and her prezzies later...

In other news...

My current time wasting obsession is braiding my hair...with extensions, really long extensions.

Of all the things...

I've restarted twice because I have come up with a "better" way to do it, even though it was fine to start with. I've been at it for about 6 days on and off.  I wish someone would just do it for me for free or really fucking cheap because braiding shops charge their high prices and those don't generally include the cost of hair, its usually extra.  Nuff said.  Plus I think I braided the front ones too tightly and at a weird angle because it hurts and itches at the same time.  FML!  Anyways it s late and I've had a few glasses of wine which probably explains the emo start to my post.

I'll put photos on later...maybe.
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UPDATE: here are the pics I promised! Enjoy...

Salas' four layered strawberry and chocolate fudge cake.

And my almost finished braids.  Apologies for poor quality, I just used my webcam.  I'll post better ones on my Facebook page sometime.

I also wish Xiaxue would share which diet pill she used...FFS!

I need help...I think?

So recently I have been sort of over processing photos of myself.  I call it "photo-surgery".  I'm starting to think I'm a Photo-surge-orexic. 

I cannot take a photo and post it anywhere without using an image manipulation program to alter my features.  People tell me I'm silly to do that and that after I change my photo, it looks nothing like me?

Ummm DUH! Thats the whole point. Do people really think I change my appearance because I think I'm perfect just the way I am?  Give me a break! 

I have an image in my head of what I think I look like, and then there are the times when I actually see what I look like and think "Ah, who the fuck is this ugly troll standing next to m..." then -DING! lightbulb...it IS me. 

I have a huge ego and often I think I look exactly like how I THINK I look like, its really frustrating when I come across a mirror because then the illusion dissolves and my self image shatters again.  I'm not saying that I hate myself and that I think I'm ugly, NO I think I'm gorgeous its reality that thinks I'm "not-so-perfect".  I hate reality.  Just like when I have an awesome dream like I won the lottery or something, and then I wake up - hello reality! YOU SUCK!

So I photo-surgerize images of myself to boost my ever growing ego.  I mean I could care less what other people think of me really (most of the time), and if they're taking time out of their day to scrutinize something I'm doing, then obviously its more interesting than whet they're doing and it makes me feel like I'm better than them. HA! Take that haters!

I want to post pics of my before and after PS (photo-surgery) but the "befores" are so damn hideous that I dont want to hurt your eyes. Hmmm...I'll think about it and maybe update this post.

Watch this space!

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To a Better Body...

Today I made a decision to workout this flabby lazy body of mine.  I quit smoking and I waited a while before doing any exercises because I wanted to make sure that my lungs had recovered enough that I dont cough and splutter at every movement and also everytime I used to "workout" I would stop when it got too hard or I got tired and use the excuse that I needed a smoke.

Well not anymore!

So anyways I just finished doing my first set of exercises. Which is like a freebie home made insanity type workout, which comprises of these exercises:

The set-up is simple.

After you warm up by jogging for 2 minutes, you will do one exercise 20 times, then do a moving exercise for 50 metres (or 2 minutes, if indoors) followed by the next exercise, without rest.

After you finished the whole set. You rest by jogging for 60 seconds. And then you go again!

How many sets? As Much as you can do before you collapse!

Stationary exercise     Reps     Moving Exercise
Push Ups                  20        Sprint
Inverse Crunches      20        Knee-ups
Squats                     20        Heel-ups (kick your heels to your butt, every step you make)
Burpees                   10        Lunges (do this slow..see it as your break)
Lying Leg Raises     20        Jumps, with both feet next to each other

WHEW! that was hard work!

Ok, technically I only did up to the burpees and I only did 4 and I stopped after this exercise but hey man get off my back OK? I haven't worked out since before I hit the 25 year mark. And all these spare tyres I'm carrying can get really heavy!  I know Im making excuses but at least I'm getting up and giving it a go, right?

*in tiny voice* ...and I got a cramp in my arm after doing push ups...

Boy I was huffing and puffing after just a few short minutes and I feel like I should do more...but because of my procrastinating nature I will say I need to put the garbage out and clean the kitchen, although to be perfectly honest, the only reason why I decided to work out was because I was putting off doing these chores!

Oh man, will I ever succeed in life?  I think to myself "probably not" (because I have this idea in my head that if I keep at it, that blogging will make me money...pfft), but I will say out loud "Yes I will." Im duplicitous like that. Think one thing, say another...story of my life!

Oh well...

Here are my short term goals:

 *To work out everyday
 *To lose 10kgs (I'm 165cm and 7okg)
 *To be able to do more than one set

So there we have it.  That seems to be reasonable enough.  I'm sure I can muster up some motivation everyday for some exercise.  OMG, give me strength!
Anyways I better get to those chores.

"Procrastination is the theif of time."


...and John Key is an IDIOT...
...and Paula Bennett is an fugly SLORE...

Tragedy in Queensland

Our world has lost another beautiful Angel and is worst off for it...

A father in Queensland allegedly threw his young son off Story Bridge in Queensland, Australia then proceeded to end his own miserable life.

Here is the story I read...

Man and Baby dead after Story Bridge fall.

This is the type of thing that stops me in my tracks and makes me think about all the children in the world who are violently stolen from Earth by people who think it is their right to do as they please with these innocent Angels.

I was in the process of writing a ranting post about the standard of customer service provided by certain companies until Tiki called to me to watch the evening news.

I was devastated to hear about this young childs abrupt end to his life.  I will never be able to understand, nor forgive a person who is capable of doing commiting such an act, and I probably will never try.

It is beyond my ability to comprehend or justify why someone would feel the urge to do such a terrible thing.

May the Lord take you into his arms young one. 

And to the "father" who took your young life, May God have mercy on his soul.

Bad service

Just to let you know...

The service at the Subway inside the Mobile service station on Roscommon road - OMG so bad...went there yesterday to get something for Sala to eat on my way to pick up Tiki from Craig and Shars place, and Sala orders her meal, everythings fine, except the lady who served us was like really impatient, had a really thick Indian accent and mumbled quite a bit (because believe me I understand even the thickest of accents, I like have an ear for it I think...) and was just generally rude.  So Sala oders a 6-inch steak and cheese sub and a strawberry smoothie, but after the payment is made Sala decided that instead she would rather have the carribean smoothie, which I though was fair enough, right?

WRONG!

Sorry, you would be mistaken if you thought that as a paying customer you could order something at Subway and then maybe change your mind.  The server says something along the lines of "No, sorry you can't change..." and Shar overhears her (and Shar is like HUGE on customer service) and asks whats the problem, the lady explains that she cant change Sala's order because she's already put it through on the till.  At first I was like, HUH?  Then Shar goes rank on this chick serving us and starts drilling her about why, it was so funny but I was holding my God Son C.J and decided we should just keep this moving along, so I said to Shar "Are you ordering C.J a strawberry smoothie?", she goes "Yeah," so I said "just order a carribean and we'll swap ok?" Shar replies "Ok."  and turns and orders while glaring at this ignorant woman.

So we wait while our server chats to her workmate for about a minute, then she runs some tap water into a jug, continues to chat to her co-worker for another minute or so then decides she better start making the smoothies.  At this point she disappears into the back area for a few minutes, we're standing around thinking "Wow, the fruit must be so fresh she's gone to harvest it!".
A few minutes pass by and she returns with two frozen packets, obviously the smoothie ingredients, and blends them up with the water in the jug from the tap, then when they're done she hands them over.

The wait could have been acceptable if the service was better but not when we tasted the smoothies. Did I say smoothies?  Should be correctly advertised as "Watery frozen fruit drink with powdery after taste" instead. Well Sala actually liked hers but the strawberry one was horrible.

So if you live near Roscommon Road Mobile station and know/have met the ignorant bitch who works there, tell her she should not forget that without a customer there is no sale, and without a sale, there is no job - So DROP THE FUCKING ATTITUDE AND EARN YOUR MONEY!

And on a lighter note, I have purchased a battery charger for my camera and I'm waiting impatiently for it to arrive...

Decoden FAIL...

FML!  Shitty shit...

The most annoying thing happened.  ALL my decoden-ing hard work went down the drain today as I realised that my pretty jewels and flowers and cute buttons and whatever else junk I was planning on looking at everytime before I opened my laptop fell off.

Fell OFF!

So annoyed, seeing as I spent hours figuring out how exactly I wanted it to look and I even started to glue shit on there and then - dun, DUN, DUNNN!!!

Things falling off left, right and center simply because I decided to apply a protective film (clear contact paper) because I'm super paranoid about wrecking my lovely new laptop and the glue wont stick properly to the contact paper! Son of a Bitch...

Now I am left wondering where do I go from here...

Do I -
A: Rip the contact paper off and glue stuff directly to my laptop and wreck it forever, because epoxy is like the hardest shit to get off?
B: Find an alternative glue to use (ie hot glue, super glue, liquid cement etc)?
or
C: Wallow in self pity, bitch and moan and nag about it until I forget about it? I'm not going to hold my breath for option "C" as the " bitching, moaning and nagging" seems endless where I am concerned, regardless of issue...

Well I suppose its not all bad, I still have my totally unique and pretty keyboard which I deco'd myself with ingenuity alone (and stickers and glitter and things...).  Here are some pics of my progress before it all decided to crumble before my eyes...SOB!

Here is the "before" pic - the only thing I changed was the screen saver - My Little Ponies - such an improvement, don't you think?

And from here on I will play sad music and mourn what could have been...

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The first step..But wait there's more!

Some of the supplies...

Some assembly required. Get a grown up to help here...

After I added the lace and ribbon!

And I wasn't even half way done yet...WAAAHHH!!

See my keyboard? How pretty is THAT? I painstakingly applied every single sticker...

 So there it is, until I figure out "where to from here", It will stay plain and undecorated.

I'm too depressed and annoyed to go on,  and there will be those readers who
might think that I am totally shallow and that there are other things more important to blog about like famine and poverty, but those are things that I have no control over so get over it.