Did you know that people are paying £1.19 for a can of Red Bull, when ASDA’s own brand energy drink is 30p? I don’t even know if there’s any difference. Looking at the ingredients, the caffeine content is the same and Blue Charge is fortified with more vitamins than Red Bull is. Anybody who says it doesn’t taste the same is lying; they’re just brand junkies. I’m not even a fan of Red Bull and I only drink it when I have no choice. Rockstar girl since 2k10 ❤
Anyway what I’m really here for is to make the following, very alarming statement: I am about to consider running.
Like buying proper running shoes and desperately begging the morning air to clean out my shitty mind type of RUNNING. I don’t know where. I will lose my butt and I don’t know how much I care about that. The entire truth is that I was about to sign up for the London marathon. I was so close, I filled in my details and just had to confirm it. But I realised that if October came around and I got the place, I would feel real shitty if I backed out. And not applying in the first place prevents that from happening so… If I’m alive this time next year, I will definitely sign up for the 2019 marathon. I promise this. Right now, though, I’m about to consider switching the stationary bike for some absurdly bright trainers.
Okay what I’m really here for is to talk about fitness, part 1. A few years ago, I had a lot of people ask what I did to maintain my figure. I’m not trying to brag – I’m here to talk about that.
2016 was a shitty year. I’ve had some of the best days of my life, and some terrible ones. The world has seen a political shitstorm and many lives have been taken. Changes have occurred, and some people are depressed because they have realised they’re exactly the same person they were 12 months ago. People have come and people have gone. Well, not for me. But for some.
This was a weird transition into the new year for me.
So, instead of lamenting over things that went wrong, things that I want to keep in 2016, and simply remembering specific events, I’m going to think about what I want to take with me into this year. I’m – gasp – actually celebrating it for once.
Here are the things I’ve learnt, and the things that I realised are important.
You should never be torn between the most important thing in your life and something that pales in comparison. If you are torn, then both of those things are as important as each other. Going to that get-together on Saturday might seem important to your social life right now, but in 10 years, will it matter if you gained a better social standing at the expense of getting a first in that exam, or keeping the person you love happy? The answer is no. Put things into perspective. Continue reading
“America’s chickens are coming home to roost! We took this country by terror away from the Sioux, the Apache, the Arawak, the Comanche, the Arapaho, the Navajo. Terrorism! We took Africans from their country to build our way of ease and kept them enslaved and living in fear. Terrorism! We bombed Grenada and killed innocent civilians, babies, non-military personnel. We bombed the black civilian community of Panama with stealth bombers and killed unarmed teenagers and toddlers, pregnant mothers and hard-working fathers. We bombed Gadafi’s home and killed his child. ‘Blessed are they who bash your children’s head against a rock!’We bombed Iraq. We killed unarmed civilians trying to make a living. We bombed a plant in Sudan to pay bac for the attack on our embassy. Killed hundreds of hard-working people; mothers and fathers who left home to go that day, not knowing that they would never get back home. We bombed Hiroshima! We bombed Nagasaki, and we nuked far more than the thousands in New York and the Pentagon, and we never batted an eye! Kids playing in the playground, mothers picking up children after school, civilians – not soldiers – people just trying to make it day by day. We have supported state terrorism against the Palestinians and Black South Africans, and now we are indignant? Because the stuff we have done overseas has now been brought back into our own front yards! America’s chickens are coming home to roost! Violence begets violence. Hatred begets hatred and terrorism begets terrorism.”
Hello, just wanted to post a quick and late HAPPY INDEPENDENCE DAY!! Much excitement.
Happy fourth of July to the country that OPPRESSED, ENSLAVED and STOLE from it’s natives, you know, the people who the land ORIGINALLY belonged to!! Happy thieving!
Happy independence day to a country that is STILL dropping bombs on INNOCENT PEOPLE in Asia!
Happy independence and freedom from foreign rule, except for the NATIVES who just had to DEAL WITH THESE foreigners for the REST OF THEIR LIVES!!!!
Happy independence day to the country that was built on the genocide of it’s natives and the enslavement of the African Americans! So much independence wow!
Happy independence day to a country full of people who DRESS UP in FANCY DRESS as it’s original inhabitants at music festivals as if to laugh in their face!
Happy independence day to the country that created a terrorist organisation, and staged an attack on it’s own buildings just for an excuse to INVADE, DESTROY AND CONTINUE DESTROYING innocent families in the Middle East!
Happy independence day to the country that condemns immigrants, when they themselves ILLEGALLY placed themselves in the land and are still CREATING more refugees!
Happy anniversary of “all men are created equal”, except blacks, Mexicans, Muslims, natives, and basically anybody that isn’t white! And a man!
Good independence! Yes, woo!
Yes, last month I turned the big two-one. The big milestone before the big 3-0 (or is the big two-five next?). You know, everyone always asks me how I feel being 21 and old, but I only feel as old as I was yesterday and nothing has really changed…I didn’t smoke when I turned 16, and I didn’t drink or club when I turned 18….. maybe It’ll kick in later on when I hear that people in my year are having (more) babies.
I think maybe I turned 21 in my mind a long time ago, and I generally find myself sitting in my chair thinking about the state of the world and kids nowadays. 13 year old girls are contouring and filling in their eyebrows with high end products instead of using sticky lipgloss and wearing Claire’s accessories, 10 year old boys are hanging around on the street picking up compliant girls instead of sitting at home playing video games with their friends, and both are talking about it on their iPhones. 21 year old women and men are still getting involved in secondary school drama. Actually, I see a lot of girls/WOMEN my age still having social media accounts that they fill up with nothing but selfies just for likes and retweets. I guess with age comes the desperate fear of growing old and the need for heart-eyes emojis to prove you still got it. Girls, guys, please find something better to do than posting 1000 pictures of your face – but this is a rant for another time. Girls, slow down and take your time – enjoy your youth, you’ve got plenty of time to be aware of societies beauty standards. Enjoy your free skin whilst you can and have fun without caring what you look like. And boys, don’t be hoodrats, ever. Be someone who will make your mother proud, get off the streets. And parents – stop spoiling your kids in the bad way.
Kids are growing up much too fast, and adults aren’t growing up fast enough, in a very bad way. I’ve always been so adamant to say that my kids won’t be like this, but I can only say insha’allah and work on bettering myself so that I can set the example I want. Anyway, to end this post on a very positive note, I just want to say I had the best birthday ever, ever!!! In my entire over-one-fifth-of-a-century of a life – I cannot say thank you enough.