You know the world’s gone mad when…
Swine flu isn’t the biggest epidemic the world should be worrying about. It’s the occurrence of this parasite plastered on the pages of newspapers and magazines.
Jack Tweed, for those who are fortunate to not endure his smug face lapping up press attention, is also the scummiest freeloader who’s had instant fame and easy-peasy fortune land in his lap after he came to our attention for dating the late Jady Goody (reality TV star from Big Brother). Apparently he’s only 21 years old.
Proof we are among idiots
My emotional state at this minute is calm and collected. I’ve devoured a delicious Malaysian/Indonesian take-away and I’ve also told an idiot who’d parked his car and blocked the ramp of my driveway to move it but half an hour ago, I was raging.
Liar, liar, pants on fire
Lies. Everyone tells them. Little white ones or big, fat fibs. Sometimes it’s justifiable but not when it’s going to cause hurt and pain to those involved.
This past week hasn’t treated me well. I’ve been crying most nights and people at work have noticed I don’t look my usual self. The moment they asked, I had to hold back the tears and pretend everything was OK. It’s not the time of the month either so I can’t blame feeling fragile over that. I am just trying to make sense of why people I care about lie to me unnecessarily.
People who tell me they’re my friend have lied to me and the pain from it is horrible. The truth comes out sooner or later so they are the foolish ones but I feel foolish for believing in them. Do they think I’m a mug? Am I too soft and nice? Are they so used to fibbing to everyone that they are immune to others’ feelings? Clearly they don’t feel the same way as I do about them or they wouldn’t dream of hurting me in this way. I also feel like our friendship is false because I can’t distinguish the truth from the lies. Unless I’m told pigs can fly, I’ll pretty much give anyone the benefit of the doubt.
I wish I didn’t have a caring bone in my body but stupidly I do. Most people can walk away from this and never look back. I, on the other hand, just freeze on the spot, not knowing what to do next other than sob endlessly. Unfortunately this isn’t something new as people I thought I could trust have deceived me. You’d think I’d have wised up by now.
Being truthful doesn’t cost anything yet people treat it like it’s an expense of some kind. Unless you’re at the receiving end, you won’t realise just how awful the consequences are to deal with.
Incessantly incestuous
Hello, loyal readers of my blog, bless you for stopping by. What am I going to blog about today? Incest. Between siblings. You must be wondering how such a topic has popped into my head. Well for the last couple of months, I’ve noticed a worrying trend. I know someone who keeps putting up pictures of his sister on his social networking page.
True or false?
Apparently Victoria Beckham has had her breast implants removed. The perma-tanned twiglet who emphatically denied having her boobs boosted has redeemed herself just slightly in my eyes for realising how stupid surgically enhanced tits are.
Use By xx-xx-xxxx
This weekend I’ve had the joyful news that another cousin is getting engaged and very soon to be married. In what feels like a conveyor belt, one by one they’re reaching the front of the check-out to have their barcode scanned and to be packaged into the next phase of their adulthood.
You just can’t get the staff these days
This time yesterday I was fuming. Today my mood has swung to one of much relief after I put my blogging skills into practise with a complaint letter addressed to the CEO of a huge electrical retailer. Dixons to be exact.
Run Sheenie, run!
I’ll get straight to the point: in three weeks I will be running 5 km for Cancer Research UK and I NEED YOUR MONEY!
I’ve never done anything like this before but several things have spurred me on (namely one very close friend losing her mum to cancer only last Christmas and my best friend’s dad who is like my second father and sadly, been diagnosed with cancer this year). I think cancer is something that affects everyone directly or indirectly. Any way, I would be so grateful to receive more sponsorship for this.
Ideally I’d love to break my target but I’ll be disappointed if I stay stuck on the amount I’ve already collected. I am thankful to those who have donated their hard-earned cash – I just need a little bit more from those who are supporting for this good cause but who haven’t yet parted with their dough. So! Please dig deep (even £5 is enough) and donate online at http://www.raceforlifesponsorme.org/afsheenshaikh. It’s quick, secure and safe plus the money goes straight to the charity.
It’s been a while…
…since I’ve posted a blog but fear not, thoughts are bubbling away. I have been blogging on another site – one which I share with a lovely lady called Helen who shares my dislike of the Apprentice candidates and has had her fair share of run-ins with shit celebrities (see the group on Facebook!) If you’re a girl and you like all things girlie, you will love this blog.
Now if you don’t mind, I need to get some shut eye before a 5am wake-up call for a flight to the south of France. Ooh! Get me, why don’t you?
Airing your dirty laundry in public
I am disgusted at girls who can’t be discreet about their underwear. Is it laziness or are they living life through an imaginary lens in a Vogue cover shoot? In spite of more lingerie retailers on the high street offering a spectrum of colours and a variety of solutions to your supporting cast’s needs, some girls are still dumbing down the act of wearing underwear correctly.
