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This is probably gonna rank among the most inane posts I have ever written. (Although that said, this blog is meant to be metamucil for my obviously warped grey matter… ahahaha)

I have no idea what to do with my hair.

It’s grown long. Pretty damn long. And quite frankly, I like it long because it softens my appearance I think. Makes me look more feminine. And anyone who knows me knows I’m far from being a girly girl, so I need all the help I can bloody get.

But the problem is, that my hair weighs itself down. And there’s an increased risk of it looking greasy as well when it’s longer.

I’m probably going to keep the layers (which I guess is boring seeing how I’ve had layers since I was..erm…18?) because they accentuate the natural wave at the tips of my hair.

But aside from that, what the hell do I do? Do I just trim it and keep it long and wild ala Shakira? Do I turn it into a bob? Do I get a soft, full bangs? Gah. Decisions.

God I wish I had a fairy godmother who could just zap my hair into different styles so that I’ll know what they look like on me… and so that I can change it if I hate it. BAH.

A few years back, Dairy Farmers made a yoghurt which was so thick that it was like cutting into slightly softened cream cheese.  Natt and I both loved the creaminess and the density of the yoghurt; it was like we had died and gone to yoghurt heaven.

I was really upset when they discontinued it. And I searched high and low for something to match that yoghurt but to no avail. Seriously, I felt like revoking the licences of those yoghurts which claimed to be thick and creamy. Pfft.

But then I found West and Fresh Gourmet Yoghurt - heaven rediscovered.

Seriously. I’ve been happily polishing off tubs because I cannot get enough of the texture of this yoghurt. Note how the yoghurt below is still “standing”

Now is that thick… or IS THAT THICK??

My only complaint is that there is not enough fruit in the tub but I’m more interested in the thick yoghurt anyway.

This range is currently only available at certain IGAs… including mine! Yippee!!

But I quite like it.

1,2,3,4 by Plain White Ts.

Enjoy!

Woke up this morning and heard that Farrah Fawcett AND Michael Jackson had passed away.

I’ve never watched an episode of Charlie’s Angels - though I always wanted to. I wasn’t a die hard fan of Michael Jackson but I liked his music, particularly his classics.

But I feel sad anyway.

I feel sad because like Paul Newman, they brought so much happiness to so many people in the world, not just through their work as entertainers but through their charity work.

RIP.

Taken two seconds before she decided to clamber onto the counter to help her mummy make a sandwich… by squishing the bread to its thinnest.

Goodness gracious me. How can I call myself a blogger when I have a serious backlog here?? tsk.

So many things to post, so little time.

Or rather, too lazy to post photos.

I’ve got photos of kitchen experiments. Photos of the garden. Roadtrip photos. Photos of the clone army. Photos of my MAC stash. Photos to take of me using my MAC stash (much to the chagrin of a certain someone who reckons I look best sans makeup).

God. How am I gonna find tiiiiime?! Seriously!!!

And I think I want a webcam. So that I can do video posts. Maybe. Hmmm.

You know. I honestly do not get it.

You would think that once you leave school, all the stupid games you play when it comes to friends, stops.

But hell no.

I can kind of accept that it is innately human to find fault. I can accept that every girl has a certain amount of bitchiness in her - we do not have the brawn to punch our rivals senseless so we use manipulation and the sharp tongues instead (I base this on something I saw on Oprah a long time back about the differences in bullying between the sexes) .

And I certainly do not deny that I possess the two characteristics in spades.

But.

What I do not get, is people who can’t seem to accept the fact that one is capable of having more than one best friend.

I’ve been on two sides - as the friend in between and as “the other woman”. But I don’t get how someone could be the “jealous friend”.

Admittedly, sometimes I do feel a little jealous if I don’t get to spend time with my friend. But that is not about A spending more time with B than with me. And I would never take an issue with that happening.

But goodness. Just because your best friend has developed a closeness to someone else, it doesn’t give you the right to make your best friend uncomfortable about it by, for example, making nasty jibes about having a new best friend (like as if the other person is the last person on earth you should consider befriending).

How can you even do that to someone you consider your good friend? You should be happy that they’ve found another person to be close to. After all, there’s always the possibility the three of you will end up being friends and doing things together - and who doesn’t like having more friends?

I think about Bruce and B in this instance. B was my friend and got to know Bruce through me. I know Bruce and her had developed a closeness because of a few interests they had in common. And I had no gripes about it. In fact, I was fine about them hanging out without me*.

Even when B, for some reason only known to her fucked up head, decided to suddenly drop me. She didn’t return calls and basically severed ties with me. Even then, I told him to go ahead and hang out with her. They’re friends, regardless of my relationship with her.

(You might think I was crazy for that level of compromise but I did draw the line in the end because things were getting ridiculous with how two faced and antagonistic she was. )

But back to what I was saying…

Just because your friend is now close to someone else, it also doesn’t give you the right to antagonise “other person” when they’ve never done anything to you.  It’s not only mean but such blatant bitchiness really reflects badly.

I mean honestly, maybe you should consider reflecting on your relationship with YOUR FRIEND. Is there something wrong with your relationship that is making you lash out at an innocent bystander? Why can’t you just be happy for them and hope that some of their good fortune rubs off on you?

I’m not saying that the friend in the middle or the “other friend” are never to blame. But I think that, in general, people don’t want to make enemies - so any perceived ill will is just a product of paranoia.

So can we all just please do the adult thing and be happy?

*actually I should clarify: I DID have an issue with them hanging out. But not because I didn’t like the idea of them spending time together. It was more the fact that more often than not, I’d find out they hung out just by pure accident as opposed to Bruce telling me straight. But that was an issue between Bruce and me - which we resolved, so all’s good.