This blog

Is now a place for writing the uttermost bullsh*t my mind can think of. I'm that bored that this post is actually unnecessary. But hey, I needed something to do and this page was open on my browser. hahaha
nee mind
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Dissertation can suck my....

Well it has only taken me a good solid 6 months to finally settle on my topic for my dissertation. However I have now realised I have again took up the wonderful topic of FREUD!!!!!!
Since A-Level Psychology, the past few years I have studied Freud again and again and again. Now I do realise that university level is not my choice as to what we actually study, but stupid me thought I know Freud will be awesome for  my dissertation.

Well that is my own fault, but as someone kindly pointed out...."at least you'll have lots of notes" that is a fair argument.

As to what my dissertation thesis actually is well here it is----> "to what extent can the psychoanalytic theory be applied to the protagonist in The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. Say Whaaaatt!

Yep two topics I was dead against, I am actually doing. Though the good news is my abstract introduction and first chapter are complete (well to a certain standard)
Thank hell for that :)
Now I'm off for food.
Bye for now

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BORED AS HELL!

thats it
thats all i have to say
as you can tell by this post
i have nothing much to say
but
bahbi

An Apology of Sex

So my last post may have slightly tricked a few people, but this is one is here to make things right. I am aware that many of us lost our virginity between the ages of 14-18. Some probably lost theirs soon as they become interested in girls/boys, some might want to wait for that right person. Yet how many of us can put their hands on their heart and say they fully enjoyed their first time. Not many.
The whole awkwardness of the act combined with young age and probably not knowing their partner very well, doesn't make it a good start for losing your 'v' card.

Now as you get older, and not sleeping your way through the town, sex becomes sort of cherished. Many people my age are just happy with sex being just sex. A primal need. A quickie in a car, or against a wall. But that sensual, soft, worship only comes when you find that right person. That doesn't mean to say that when you find that right person, sex becomes love making, instead you find a balance between love and lust. The quick throes of passion mixed with the long torturous pleasure of love. The way you can tease pleasure and twist it into something special.

Its amazing when you find the things that make your partner go crazy. Soft nip on the ear, the typical biting of the neck, or the grazing of their legs. Many girls and boys have different spots and when you find them, all their control is lost.

That's it for now. I got sidetracked by a memory of mine haha x

Chocolates and Wine and Sex

I think that my life lately is revolving around chocolates that much that I even dream about them at night. In fact last night I dreamt that I made a cake from ferrero rochers and red wine. My oh my! it looked so delicious and yummy and I was actually drooling when I woke up.
I think my chocolate addiction is getting out of hand now. Not that I'm complaining though, as I now think I should experiment more with my baking :)
Moving on to another sweet topic, since a friend mentioned that he had a craving for cheesecake, Ive been really tempted to make one however last time I forgot to include the icing sugar and so the once lovely banana and peach cheesecake ended up being very bitter. This time I want to make a very sensual strawberry cheesecake with a white wine and berry compte sauce. How yummy.
Now for the sex part of my title. There's actually nothing that I want to say. I just thought I'd make a more interesting title and since 9 out of 10 guys who read will notice the word sex and nothing else. I can't remember where I read that piece of information but it seems fairly accurate. And I wonder if people will just read this just because of the title. Now if only I were to include some raunchy stories....

Well thats it for now, tootles
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Dear Santa

I wish you were real, and not some crazy old weirdo in a suit. 
I think back to how I have yet to see the coca-cola advert and I have came to the conclusion that Christmas is avoiding me this year. I think that I shall be receiving a bag of coal. Not good. Yet I think this year I have behaved quite well in comparison to other years. Like my parents went away and I did not throw a party and wreck the house, I also did not go out drinking all the time and get involved in someone's drama, and I definitely did not spend my time being a bitch like I normally do. So how come I feel this way. Perhaps it is the fact that I have now grown out of Christmas. The songs are now too cheesy and disgusting, I seem to spend a fortune on presents and so all the fun has been sucked out of the season. Oh how I wish I was younger and could appreciate Santa and his miraculous task of sending gifts to every one in the world in the same night. Now that is some task.

So Santa if you are reading this, all I want for Christmas is a bit of fun and laughter, with maybe a few pressies like clothing and perfume and maybe some pretty jewellery.

Thank you :)

Merry Christmas haha x

Giggle Time

It came at a point in the day where I decided to check my emails, and happened to notice the web clip toolbar showed an inspirational quote. It was that inspirational that I have forgotten what it said. But I did however click on the link and found this:
Comforts and syphilis are the greatest enemies of mankind. 
Alexis Carrel

And me being me, got a little sidetracked at just started looking for a few funny and life changing quotes. And here are a select few that got me tickled :)

Behind every great man is a woman rolling her eyes.
Jim Carrey

Don't forget Mother's Day. Or as they call it in Beverly Hills, Dad's Third Wife Day. 
Jay Leno

Yet, it is these little things that keep me from tearing my hair out.
Well I'm off to find some more quotes :)
Bye for now
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