My holiday...

So... I've graduated from uni, and I've been home for like AGES now. I've been doing LOADS! Job-hunting, taking it (really) easy, being all creative-y and stuff. Been out partying every week. Been keeping my nails looking (nearly really) sick. Haven't ACTUALLY been to the gym but MEH. I've moved all my stuff home from uni, moved all The Blob's stuff home from his uni. Had a graduation ceremony (they read my name out wrong), had a few interviews for jobs (no luck yet though), cleaned the WHOLE of The Blob's house. Made loooads of desserts! Been cooking and eating, cooking and eating.
I'm not really on holiday either. But I feel as though I'm entitled to a few months of blah after a whole year at university. You agree with me, I know you do.

I've kind of neglected my blog (sorry blog), but I'm going to make sure I make more of an effort to give it more attention, because you never know, people might enjoy reading my rubbish.

Nail post coming up. And then probably a food post. Might just alternate between food and nails from now on. And if you LURVE it, then we're probz soul mates init.

Probably the cutest video ever.

If you don't find this utterly adorable, you're most probably heartless.

The age-old tale of playground romance, but perhaps a little closer to my heart because it's in school in Malaysia, and his speech, his manner, his gestures remind me of family and friends (HARRO YOU GUYZ!).

Admit it, the last thirty seconds made you smile.

Mei's Top Tip #1

Ladies and gays, never, I repeat, NEVER, wear your handbag on the shoulder of the arm holding your drink. It's not a safe bet. My advice is to switch the drink or the bag to the other side to prevent further catastrophe.

If you choose to flout danger, and go all one-sided with your beverage and bag, then you will inevitably curse (loudly) when your handbag slides off your elegantly sloped shoulder, causing your scalding tea to splash on your wrist, or your Rubicon to swamp your laptop keyboard.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Toodles babezez.

So Good

1. I never saw Will as a good-looker, but now... well... yeh... Hiiiii Wiiiiiill ;)

2. Q looks as though he's losing his hairline and embracing The Forehead.

3. Big Mike still has a gorgeous voice, but you can SO tell the director didn't know how to deal with the size of him and thought 'yeh, we'll just sit him down and stick a girl on him and no one will ever even notice he's fat'... and in the close-ups of his face, he looks like a girl.

4. The funniest part - the two doing the ad-libs: one has got RIDICULOUS hair. Even JLS don't have hair THAT bad. Patterns and curls on one head? Sack the barber init. And the one with the braids? HILARITY! His hyping for the camera means the girl looks as though she's clinging on for dear life (around 3:54). However, the harmonies these two do for the ad libs are wicked.

Actually, in general, they are all vocally strong. This is probably one of the better tracks on the album. And I do like Day26... I just can't take anything PDiddy does seriously these days... He's going to mess them up some way or another.

All in all, a rather pleasant experience. Unintentional humour is always a plus.

Have a nice day now :)

Spelling Mistakes

What a boring blog title...
But, if you know me, you'll know I can't stand poor spelling. The odd mistake is fine. However, if you are over the age of 16 and constantly misspell many words (in your already limited vocabulary) and your grammar is crippled and downright offensive, you need to go back to school. Twitter, as much as I adore it, is maddening, when so many people are ignorant to STANDARD ENGLISH.
there/their/they're
of/have
you're/your
were/where/we're
IT IS NOT ROCKET SCIENCE.
If you grew up in the UK, you have had at least 12 years of compulsory education. You really have no excuse.

Twitter made me laugh though...

Wait... This makes me a loser, doesn't it...

meh.

BAD INTENTIONS

THIS, ladies and menjamins, is where YOU need to BE on SUNDAY night.

It's actually going to be sick.

And the PTC are going to be out in force, prowling around, like all sexy cougars prowl. Except all of them are under 30 and although roodboyz would be the preference, you need only apply if you are a WELL good MC/rapper, or if you're OVERLY fit.

And alzo I do not write on zi PTC blog ,I feel well and truly blessed to feel as though I am welcome in zi bosom of Jo Fuertes Knight.

BTW, FYI, it's totez free an ting an ting. JUST SO YA KNOW!

And I should have written this post AGES ago. But I forgot, because I am a waste-cadet. SORRY YASMIN!

The Fallen of 2009

So many celebrities have died this year.
Michael Jackson
Farrah Fawcett
Patrick Swayze (twice, arguably, thanks to rumours blown way out of proportion on Twitter)
DJ AM...
... to name but a few, and, most recently, Stephen Gately, of Boyzone fame.

Is it because the media have made us more obsessed than ever with the lives of individuals with fame?
Or is it not a coincidence? Is it a huge conspiracy, and someone or some group of powerful people is slowly killing off anyone that the public liked or identified with, because these celebs all knew a massive secret regarding world domination or something?

I dunno. Just a thought...