Yo

Yo,
Currently I do not use this blog anymore. Perhaps one day I will. But blakxeyeliner for now.
Adios.

Tonsillitis

There is a pain in my mouth
One you cannot dream about
I cannot sleep
I do not wish to weep
Without my medication
There will be no relaxation
I cannot swallow
I cannot laugh
I cannot say many words
At least now I have none to take back
When I close my eyes
It will only be a matter of time when I wake up to pain
This pain that has one name
Tonsillitis is what she said
I never knew it could torment my ear
And leave my throat for dead
But in time I hope
I will not choke
And I will be me
Jaan Lalwani

Happy 2nd Birthday My Wonderful Moosey

For a moment there I thought we would never get passed the constant waking up in the middle of the night to take you out to do your business. I wondered whether you would ever be able to jump on my couch, bed or anything that wasn't at ground level. Look how far we have come.

I remember your little face when I first saw you on the Animal Rescue Force website. You were the tiniest little puppy I had ever seen. You had these cute little spots on your body. I giggled when I noticed your head was a bit big for your little body. You had this absolutely adorable expression on your face and I fell in love with it.

Looking back, I realize you were never much of a barker. You've always approached people with caution, unless they are chicks- you cried for them. When you first attempted to bark I think I almost died of laughter. Personally, I thought that I had mistaken you for a kitten. It was the funniest bark I had heard. I think I scared you when I fell to the floor in a fit of giggles. I apologize for my behavior.

Since I am apologizing, I also am forgiving. I forgive you for that wonderful gift you left for me and Mom and Dad to clean up in their room. Yes, the one where you ripped up my purple bean bag and left the pop-corn all over the floor. You looked so silly. I wish I took a picture. The good thing is I have a million pictures and videos of you.

So I guess, here it is. Happy Birthday you incredible pup of mine. You've made a big impact on our family. You've made things fun and cheerful. You've done something for me nobody else has done, and that's bring a smile to my face when I thought all was going down to the..well you know, Moosey. Thank you for being that little monkey. I hope we can progress from going under the bed though! I love you so much. You're my little man and adopting you was the best thing we did.

When Moosey was brought to his new home in 2008 :)

Dressing you up was always fun

You got on the bed all by yourself finally!

You're always so cute while you are sleeping! I love you!!!

I Lust For You- A Party in my Mouth

Every night it is the same
I smell the dough
I feel the pain
I hear his voice describing things
Without a choice I am sucked in
The foodnetwork reels me in

My eyes twitch
My stomach curls
I feel an emptiness unfurl
The growling is embarassing.

I open the door
I look around
There is nothing to be found

Just a dream in my mind
Only to realize that in time
It will fade away once more
Until the next night approaches knocking at my door

Can I overcome this pain?
Will cereal help this feeling drain?
It won't.

I need it frying in a pan
I need it soaked with butter and pam
I need it with onion rings
I want cherries
I want rice pudding

Give me more
I implore
I detest eggplant, it is a bore
To my pallot divine
And in time I will wake up in the morning
To the sun, rise and shine

Bacon and eggs
Cheese, please
Toast with jam
Cater to my needs

My midnight seduction
I'm too hungry to function
I need bread
I need roast
Or else my body will become a ghost

Man vs. Food
You hath cursed me now
I will be gaining 20 pounds

Party in my mouth
Chocolate bar mixed with peanuts
I can't get enough
Brownies, fudge, raisins too
Sweetarts, the pink ones

Yellow- I hate you.
Gummy bears all explode
Inside my mouth 
Chocolate gold

I'll look at my fridge one more time
Tomorrow night, I'll be back
With the same rhyme.

"The Skinny: How to Fit into Your Little Black Dress Forever" Review by Jaan-Alejandra Lalwani

Personally, I loathe diet books that look like text books. Why would I want to read you? You are bulky, have small print, and have to be read with a dictionary.... You know what I mean. Those books are so monotonous. Even though some of those books are very useful and at times can be applied into our lives, it's just not something I would read or force other people to read.

With that being, typed, said- I am in LOVE with this certain book that makes being nutritional actually fun. "Fun?", yes. My friends clearly have stated that the words reading and fun are usually not placed in a sentence together unless it's Harry Potter, Twilight, or some other series that involves things we cannot do but can only imagine doing.

"The Skinny"- How to fit into your little black dress forever is written by Melissa Clark and Robin Aronson. Melissa is a food critic, to keep it short, but her job is anything but that. Robin Aronson is a writer of many genres. These two women formed a great team in producing a book that states how to be conscience of what you eat, and how you eat.

I especially love the way these two gals write about there personal experiences with each chapter and the difficulties they have faced. It's nice to see that the writers are human enough to share with their readers their own challenges. I love that they only have a brief section on calories when it comes to our Starbucks binges and purchases. There isn't anything about what our weight should be, and that's refreshing.

Something that is unique about this book is that it covers all points of the day and the particular times we eat or don't want to eat the most. Going out on a hot date, lunch, work, breakfast- you name it, they've got a plan of action for you. It's an incredible read as well because they give you tips on how to eat- portion wise. For example, it's stated in one of the chapters we don't need to eat EVERYTHING on the plate. We can take it home, or throw it out. Chances are, not eating all your food on the plate, isn't going to affect hunger and poverty surfacing all over the world.

In the back of the book is this amazing 2 week diet plan on how to maintain being skinny or shedding some lbs. Obviously, exercise is part of this. It should be common sense to know that we have to exercise, no matter what. It is imperative to our health. Back to the diet plan, these recipes are NOMLICIOUS. I absolutely love how they have " do's and don'ts". There are even a few tips on what we can replace butter for or what we should or shouldn't drink.  It's a very fresh book and has many valuable tips that can help us for the rest of our lives.

Buy this book. Rent this book. Save the contents of this book in your mind. Peace out.

Stop Being A Whore. It's not cool. You're Not Independent. Stop.

Make me go URhiusdfh!!! UGH!
1. Women who have a boyfriend but look to another guy when they feel like they need a self esteem boost.

Response:  Don't try to act as if what you're even doing is right. Don't try to justify that action. Because if your boyfriends did that- you know you would be crying on your bedroom floor. And if you seriously have a self esteem issue you should probably look within yourself to fix it. And don't use a " he doesn't give me enough attention" crap. If he NEVER gives you attention and you don't ask for it or tell him- then its YOUR FAULT.

2. Single women who feel that being independent = sleeping around with 2 or more guys at the same time with no string attached.
Shutup. Just shutup. Being independent doesn't mean depending on the penis to feel like you're a powerful woman. Powerful women don't depend on the dick. Powerful women succeed in their careers, family life, their health and think of others. Don't try to be like a guy. And don't use double standards. IT WILL NEVER CHANGE as MUCH as we want to be EQUAL. We are not men. We are not dogs. We don't have to stoop down to those levels. We are BETTER than that. YOU are better than that. Have some respect for your body.


That is all for now. Huzah!

Why I Don't Like Cliques by Jaan-Alejandra Lalwani

Everyone goes through phases. Emo, goth, thug-nasty, skater. Maybe some people go through one or several. Along with these personal changes, there are also changes in friends. You've got certain people you hang out with. Sometimes this changes, sometimes it doesn't. Most of you change your friends thoughout the years. I've had one best friend in middle school, a few in high school until I later on developed a clique.

A clique is best defined by google as : an exclusive circle of people with a common purpose. I'd like to think as cliques as a bunch of people who know secrets about each other and don't bring it up or act differently when they're around people out of the clique. I've been in a clique. It's fun in high school, then that shit gets boring. Maybe it's because I've been raised as someone who doesn't need to depend on a limited amount of people rather than accept new people into my life.

Anyways, what really is crazy is being the outsider of a clique. Over time you notice things, little things, little secrets. Little jokes you would laugh at but you don't get them. When you try to ask kindly or nicely, nobody wants to give you a response. Maybe their actions in the past haven't been on the best judgment. Nobody wants to be honest. I can see why people are like that, especially when they "grow up" together.

But then I think, it's time to be honest and grow up. If you notcie someone from the clique is doing something wrong, you can't tell the other person in the clique because shit gets too intense, it's too much. So, what do you do? Nothing. You give up. There's no point to be curious in cliques, you just live on and move on from whatever made you feel curious. It's sad, but thinking about secrets will only make you think no one trusts you with anything anymore.

Give up when it comes to understanding cliques, why people would like each other. You may know there are such things as toxic friends. But you can never bring it up because people in cliques are so self-absorbed in each other they think there is NOTHING wrong with one another. Everything is gold. You may see brass, but they see gold. And how can you try to show one person someone is brass and not gold?

You can't.