Weight(ing) is difficult...

Waiting to lose weight is so difficult. I despise that moment when you get on the scale after weeks of gym and exercise but nothing budges. If anything, it bulges. I've become quite aware of my weight and body recently. Not that I intend on becoming a rake but I do intend on losing the weight that I've picked up recently. I know my metabolism is slowing down and I'd like to keep with the times now as opposed to later, when I'm already a chunky-munky.

Well, I better dispose of these chocolate chip cookies if I intend to do so. But it's my cheat-day and they're so good. Oh well...

Yah darling

My mom tells me that my accent is becoming more posh and pretentious by the day. I do not understand where this is coming from because I can guarantee you that the shitty little city in which I live does not revel in refinery. In fact, it's as common as the word cack. Plus, I do not watch enough 'Made In Chelsea' to allow me to say 'yah darling'. What mother dearest forgets is that I am not a commoner and I have never had a common accent. She did not raise my brother and I common; frankly speaking, we were raised the polar opposite. The reason I may say, 'yah' or 'ja' rather is because I'm from South Africa and that is how most people answer in the affirmative. I have and will never use the term darling as it is way too pretentious. Even for a posh-wannabe such as myself. Ha!

Ta ta :)

That boy-girl thing

I was so tempted to say 'thang' instead of 'thing'. Now that I got that embarrassing urge off my chest, I'd like to apologise for not blogging in a while. Truth is that bitch called life has gotten the best of me these days. But now I'm on a semester break and I'd like to relax as much as I can, perhaps work on assignments (it's only my degree at stake) and acquire knowledge outwith Law.

But the subject of this post has got to do with that dreaded topic called romance. If I could avoid it, I would but I'm currently faced with an issue that involves the r-word. I've recently decided that I'm quite tired of thinking about boys and whether those who seem to be my type have shown interest etc. I do indeed have a crush on someone. Hence my putting my foot down in the hope that he will come and whisk me away to a football game.

I fancy several people though; some of whom, I will never get because it's just bloody impossible and others on whom I have given up or simply have zero idea what they want. The first is a DJ from this club we went to two days ago. He was beautiful and perhaps I took a strong liking to him because he played music that I liked - more specifically my track de ce moment, 'Love On Top' by Beyoncé. The chances of us hooking up are slim if not non-existent because firstly, I don't know his name and neither does anyone else. He's one of those 'nameless' DJs (points were aptly deducted for that as you can imagine. How juvenile of the man?) Secondly, he's heavily tattooed and has the number of piercings that would attract a magnet from a mile off. Although I (quelle surprise) find that look rather attractive, I think that if we were ever to date, he would probably end up leaving me for a stripper or a Kat Von D lookalike. That might be my insecurities talking or my bizarre addiction to 'Miami' and 'LA Ink'.

The others are potential suitors and I will not speak about them because I do not want to jinx anything. I will give you a clue however; the one has worked for the UN, the other is an actor and the last one may have an addiction to red M&Ms. They all have nothing in common except the fact that they do enjoy the odd bit of limelight.

Wish me luck.