Where on Earth did this Kylie Jenner lip challenge thing come from? I agree that she has amazing lips. I don't agree with sticking your lips in a glass and sucking until they swell. See how stupid that sounds? And people are actually doing it!
I've seen so many pictures of bruised lips, lips that look beyond sore and most recently, ones that actually exploded! Presumably, the people still trying this have seen these pictures, or similar ones, too. And yet they are still doing it - I really can't understand it.
At best, you won't get bruised, but the swelling still won't be even. Your lips won't look full, they will look what they are - sore and lumpy!
When will it end? Will it take the actual glass exploding on someone's face? Because I am honestly surprised this hasn't happened yet.
Obviously, I think doing this is a terrible idea, but if you really must do it, at least use something plastic!
Does anyone think this is a good idea?
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Tuesday, 21 April 2015
Monday, 20 April 2015
Facebook Vs Twitter: The Big Debate
It seems these days we have to pick a side in the Facebook vs Twitter debate. Why can't we be allowed to love both! I know I do.
I use Facebook for my personal account. I think its a great way of keeping up to date with what's happening in my friends lives, seeing their status updates, pictures etc.
I'm new to Twitter, and I use it as a blogger. I always said I didn't really "get" it. I was wrong. I love, love, love it. Its perfect for promoting anything and everything. Its also great for meeting new people.
With Facebook, it would be weird to think "Oh, I love her blog, I'm going to add her as a friend", but on Twitter, that's the point. If someone says interesting things, you follow them.
The only thing that bothers me with Twitter is sometimes its hard to say everything you wanted to in 140 characters, were on Facebook I can bang on limitlessly!
I would definitely say Facebook for personal friends, Twitter for brands etc. I do know a lot of people that do this successfully the other way around though. I think its all down to personal taste, who you want to reach etc.
If I was forced to choose between only having one or the other, I really don't know. I think I would probably go with Facebook, simply because I have used it for so long, I know exactly how it works, whereas Twitter is still a bit of a learning curve for me.
Which one would you choose?
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I use Facebook for my personal account. I think its a great way of keeping up to date with what's happening in my friends lives, seeing their status updates, pictures etc.
I'm new to Twitter, and I use it as a blogger. I always said I didn't really "get" it. I was wrong. I love, love, love it. Its perfect for promoting anything and everything. Its also great for meeting new people.
With Facebook, it would be weird to think "Oh, I love her blog, I'm going to add her as a friend", but on Twitter, that's the point. If someone says interesting things, you follow them.
The only thing that bothers me with Twitter is sometimes its hard to say everything you wanted to in 140 characters, were on Facebook I can bang on limitlessly!
I would definitely say Facebook for personal friends, Twitter for brands etc. I do know a lot of people that do this successfully the other way around though. I think its all down to personal taste, who you want to reach etc.
If I was forced to choose between only having one or the other, I really don't know. I think I would probably go with Facebook, simply because I have used it for so long, I know exactly how it works, whereas Twitter is still a bit of a learning curve for me.
Which one would you choose?
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Why I Started Blogging
Not many of my friends know I blog. I know a lot of experienced bloggers will say I should promote my blog on my personal Facebook etc, and I understand where they are coming from - its a lot of potential readers! I choose not to do this for 3 reasons:
1. I don't want to be that person always self promoting in a place which is primarily for keeping in touch with friends.
2. I don't want my friends to feel obliged to read my posts.
3. If I get feedback on my writing, I want it to be honest, and I think friends tend to be nice, even if they didn't really like it.
Anyway, I got a little side tracked there! One of the few people who does know I blog asked me why I started. I thought it was a good question, and here's my answer:
Blogging isn't something I've always wanted to do. I've thrown the idea around before, but never in a serious, let's do this, kind of way.
At New Year, I wrote my resolutions, and one of them was to start writing a book. This is something I have always wanted to do, but keep putting off.
I knew what I wanted the book to be about. Its going to be fiction, but based loosely on a bad relationship I had which you can read about here; http://myrandommusings.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/the-relationship-that-made-me-grow-up.html
I've wrote short stories in the past but always total fiction, and always in 3rd person, and I want to write this in 1st person, so I started a blog to see how that would work. To use a cliché, to find my voice.
Originally, I was going to write a few posts and then delete the blog. I tried just writing on Word, but it didn't work. There was no motivation as it felt pointless. Its funny, because I never expected anyone to read the blog posts, but knowing that there was a chance, no matter how remote, meant there was a point to the writing.
To my surprise, people started reading my posts - not many but a few - and I continued to post.
I enjoy writing, and I'm pretty opinionated so it made sense I enjoy writing this blog.
That's when I realised that blogging wasn't just the means to an end for me, its something I want to continue doing, and I started to promote my posts on Twitter etc and got a few more readers.
I really do enjoy writing, and I now couldn't imagine not blogging.
I would be interested to know what made other people start their blogs.
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1. I don't want to be that person always self promoting in a place which is primarily for keeping in touch with friends.
2. I don't want my friends to feel obliged to read my posts.
3. If I get feedback on my writing, I want it to be honest, and I think friends tend to be nice, even if they didn't really like it.
Anyway, I got a little side tracked there! One of the few people who does know I blog asked me why I started. I thought it was a good question, and here's my answer:
Blogging isn't something I've always wanted to do. I've thrown the idea around before, but never in a serious, let's do this, kind of way.
At New Year, I wrote my resolutions, and one of them was to start writing a book. This is something I have always wanted to do, but keep putting off.
I knew what I wanted the book to be about. Its going to be fiction, but based loosely on a bad relationship I had which you can read about here; http://myrandommusings.blogspot.co.uk/2015/04/the-relationship-that-made-me-grow-up.html
I've wrote short stories in the past but always total fiction, and always in 3rd person, and I want to write this in 1st person, so I started a blog to see how that would work. To use a cliché, to find my voice.
Originally, I was going to write a few posts and then delete the blog. I tried just writing on Word, but it didn't work. There was no motivation as it felt pointless. Its funny, because I never expected anyone to read the blog posts, but knowing that there was a chance, no matter how remote, meant there was a point to the writing.
To my surprise, people started reading my posts - not many but a few - and I continued to post.
I enjoy writing, and I'm pretty opinionated so it made sense I enjoy writing this blog.
That's when I realised that blogging wasn't just the means to an end for me, its something I want to continue doing, and I started to promote my posts on Twitter etc and got a few more readers.
I really do enjoy writing, and I now couldn't imagine not blogging.
I would be interested to know what made other people start their blogs.
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Sunday, 19 April 2015
Sex, Lies And Gold Diggers
I was having a poke about on the internet the other day and I came across an article (I think it was on Buzzfeed, but I could well be wrong!) about lies men tell women to get them to sleep with them earlier than the would normally feel comfortable with.
A few of them rang true, and sounds like something you could perhaps fall for after a drink or 2 too many - come on we've all been there! For example, how he never normally does this, but your special etc etc. Basically enough of an ego boost to make you think why not. Then of course, you never hear from him again because if you really were special he would wait. In this situation, I do feel a bit sorry for the girl. She wanted to believe him, and made a mistake.
But the one that got me was the one were men supposedly exaggerate their job and/or income. Firstly, I can't believe any man would even think that could work.
Secondly, and perhaps most importantly, I can't help feeling that if thinking he earns more money makes a girl sleep with him, she sort of deserve to be burned. How shallow do you have to be for this to actually work? Can you blame the man for walking away? Maybe he even genuinely liked her until he found out she was a gold digger.
When I use the term gold digger, I don't mean a girl that wants a man with an actual job, so they can, at some point down the line, split bills etc, go on a nice holiday or two and live comfortably. I'm talking about the girl that wouldn't give this man the time of day until she discovered his 6 figure salary and now suddenly, she's in love with him.
Is it any worse him using her for sex based on the lie he has money than her using him for money based on the lie she actually finds him attractive? I don't think it is. What does anyone else think?
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A few of them rang true, and sounds like something you could perhaps fall for after a drink or 2 too many - come on we've all been there! For example, how he never normally does this, but your special etc etc. Basically enough of an ego boost to make you think why not. Then of course, you never hear from him again because if you really were special he would wait. In this situation, I do feel a bit sorry for the girl. She wanted to believe him, and made a mistake.
But the one that got me was the one were men supposedly exaggerate their job and/or income. Firstly, I can't believe any man would even think that could work.
Secondly, and perhaps most importantly, I can't help feeling that if thinking he earns more money makes a girl sleep with him, she sort of deserve to be burned. How shallow do you have to be for this to actually work? Can you blame the man for walking away? Maybe he even genuinely liked her until he found out she was a gold digger.
When I use the term gold digger, I don't mean a girl that wants a man with an actual job, so they can, at some point down the line, split bills etc, go on a nice holiday or two and live comfortably. I'm talking about the girl that wouldn't give this man the time of day until she discovered his 6 figure salary and now suddenly, she's in love with him.
Is it any worse him using her for sex based on the lie he has money than her using him for money based on the lie she actually finds him attractive? I don't think it is. What does anyone else think?
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Saturday, 18 April 2015
The Relationship That Made Me Grow Up
I wrote this when I first started my blog. I fully intended to post it at the time, but when it came to it, I bottled it. Its such a personal post and I decided against posting it. I was talking to another blogger today on Twitter and she inspired me to bite me lip, close my eyes and just hit publish. So here goes...
When I was 20ish, I met this guy. He was funny and always the life and soul of the party. He was different from my usual type - the brooding bad boy type - and I figured he would probably be a better long term prospect than that type. Long story short, we got together, and eventually got engaged and I really thought at that time he was a keeper.
I was so wrong. As we spent more time together, I realised he was the life and soul of the party because he was always drunk. I was young and stupid and figured this was no big deal - life's about having fun right? We all drank too much then - we were at that age were we went out a lot.
As we grew up, the rest of us (myself and our friends group) grew up. He just got older. We all settled down a bit. We still had nights out obviously, but he still drank everyday. By this point it was obvious to me that drinking had gotten a hold on him. But I was in by then, I'd made a commitment, and I felt I shouldn't just walk away from it.
I thought he'd change, it would just take time. I was still naïve enough at that point to think there could be a happy ending. We'd beat this thing together and live happily ever after. My mistake was in assuming he wanted to change. He didn't, but of course I couldn't accept that. It was painful to say the least to watch him on this spiral of self destruction.
Everywhere we went he was drunk - he showed me up in public so many times, and my life became a constant circle of cleaning up his mess, apologising to people for his behaviour, and of course making excuses for him. I could see the pity they felt for me, and I think that was the worst part. I became that girl people felt sorry for. The girl they talked about on nights out. The girl no one wanted to be. Yet still I didn't leave.
We fought a lot. I left and came back. I became someone I didn't want to be - nagging all the time, crying too much, avoiding social occasions - and I couldn't see a way out. I gave him ultimatums, he ignored them and then I'd get the apology and how it would be different, and of course I gave in. By then the love was gone. Some days I actually hated him. We spent less time together because I couldn't stand to be around him. By now you're probably wondering why I stayed. I would be if I was reading this. At that point, I didn't have an answer to that - I couldn't even explain it myself yet.
For certainly the last year of the relationship, maybe more, he was an alcoholic. I hate to say that even now, but it's the truth. He was. Things eventually came to a head when we went on holiday with some friends. I realised how far out of control he had become and I left again, this time for good.
I became me again, this nagging, down trodden woman was gone. I look back over that time and realise I never want to be that person again. Ever. She was weak and wet and if I met her I would want to shake some sense into her.
About a year after that, a friend of mine went through something similar. She left and felt really bad about it. We were messaging about it one day. At the time, I thought nothing of it, except from her point of view.
A while ago, I was looking back over some old messages, trying to find a date and that thread was still there. I was curious about it as I don't really see her anymore, so I had a look. One of the messages I'd sent to her said "you keep hoping that one day, you will be more important to him than the next drink". Newsflash - that wont ever happen.
It was the ones after that got me though. I sent her a message saying "leaving doesn't mean you have failed, and you are not a bad person for not wanting to stay". And that was when I realised. I had stayed for so long not out of love, not because I seriously thought he would change, not because of the commitment I had made, but because in my mind at the time, to leave meant I had failed. It was only when I told someone else they hadn't failed that I realised it was true for me too, and that's when I finally let go.
Now, I'm working on not letting past mistakes affect my future.
Well that turned out to be longer than I expected. If you're still reading I hope my rant didn't bore you too much!
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When I was 20ish, I met this guy. He was funny and always the life and soul of the party. He was different from my usual type - the brooding bad boy type - and I figured he would probably be a better long term prospect than that type. Long story short, we got together, and eventually got engaged and I really thought at that time he was a keeper.
I was so wrong. As we spent more time together, I realised he was the life and soul of the party because he was always drunk. I was young and stupid and figured this was no big deal - life's about having fun right? We all drank too much then - we were at that age were we went out a lot.
As we grew up, the rest of us (myself and our friends group) grew up. He just got older. We all settled down a bit. We still had nights out obviously, but he still drank everyday. By this point it was obvious to me that drinking had gotten a hold on him. But I was in by then, I'd made a commitment, and I felt I shouldn't just walk away from it.
I thought he'd change, it would just take time. I was still naïve enough at that point to think there could be a happy ending. We'd beat this thing together and live happily ever after. My mistake was in assuming he wanted to change. He didn't, but of course I couldn't accept that. It was painful to say the least to watch him on this spiral of self destruction.
Everywhere we went he was drunk - he showed me up in public so many times, and my life became a constant circle of cleaning up his mess, apologising to people for his behaviour, and of course making excuses for him. I could see the pity they felt for me, and I think that was the worst part. I became that girl people felt sorry for. The girl they talked about on nights out. The girl no one wanted to be. Yet still I didn't leave.
We fought a lot. I left and came back. I became someone I didn't want to be - nagging all the time, crying too much, avoiding social occasions - and I couldn't see a way out. I gave him ultimatums, he ignored them and then I'd get the apology and how it would be different, and of course I gave in. By then the love was gone. Some days I actually hated him. We spent less time together because I couldn't stand to be around him. By now you're probably wondering why I stayed. I would be if I was reading this. At that point, I didn't have an answer to that - I couldn't even explain it myself yet.
For certainly the last year of the relationship, maybe more, he was an alcoholic. I hate to say that even now, but it's the truth. He was. Things eventually came to a head when we went on holiday with some friends. I realised how far out of control he had become and I left again, this time for good.
I became me again, this nagging, down trodden woman was gone. I look back over that time and realise I never want to be that person again. Ever. She was weak and wet and if I met her I would want to shake some sense into her.
About a year after that, a friend of mine went through something similar. She left and felt really bad about it. We were messaging about it one day. At the time, I thought nothing of it, except from her point of view.
A while ago, I was looking back over some old messages, trying to find a date and that thread was still there. I was curious about it as I don't really see her anymore, so I had a look. One of the messages I'd sent to her said "you keep hoping that one day, you will be more important to him than the next drink". Newsflash - that wont ever happen.
It was the ones after that got me though. I sent her a message saying "leaving doesn't mean you have failed, and you are not a bad person for not wanting to stay". And that was when I realised. I had stayed for so long not out of love, not because I seriously thought he would change, not because of the commitment I had made, but because in my mind at the time, to leave meant I had failed. It was only when I told someone else they hadn't failed that I realised it was true for me too, and that's when I finally let go.
Now, I'm working on not letting past mistakes affect my future.
Well that turned out to be longer than I expected. If you're still reading I hope my rant didn't bore you too much!
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Friday, 17 April 2015
Is Love Enough? 17th April 2015
Is love
enough? In short, it should be. But is it?
When you get down to it, if you truly 100% love each other, of course it's enough. It's better than enough. It's perfect and amazing and you wouldn't change it for the world. It's like a movie, all blazing passion, kissing in the rain and beating the odds together.
In reality, people let things like money problems get in the way. Or pointless arguments, like she can't stand his snoring and he hates the way she chews. It makes me wonder then if these couples were ever truly in love. Perhaps the question that we should be asking is "is this love?"
Surely, real true love beats any odds. If you are truly in love, yes the little things still annoy you, but its not that big a deal. If money is short, it's not so bad because you are in it together. If you go on holiday and get the hotel from hell, it doesn't seem so bad because you're there together. You can face anything together. Geography doesn't matter, you can live anywhere as long as you're both there. Problems don't seem as big because you help each other through it. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because you only need your partner.
Love is the greatest and most powerful thing in the world. Stronger than money, career, material things. Better than anything else you can think of.
Yes, love is enough for me.
When you get down to it, if you truly 100% love each other, of course it's enough. It's better than enough. It's perfect and amazing and you wouldn't change it for the world. It's like a movie, all blazing passion, kissing in the rain and beating the odds together.
In reality, people let things like money problems get in the way. Or pointless arguments, like she can't stand his snoring and he hates the way she chews. It makes me wonder then if these couples were ever truly in love. Perhaps the question that we should be asking is "is this love?"
Surely, real true love beats any odds. If you are truly in love, yes the little things still annoy you, but its not that big a deal. If money is short, it's not so bad because you are in it together. If you go on holiday and get the hotel from hell, it doesn't seem so bad because you're there together. You can face anything together. Geography doesn't matter, you can live anywhere as long as you're both there. Problems don't seem as big because you help each other through it. It doesn't matter what anyone else thinks because you only need your partner.
Love is the greatest and most powerful thing in the world. Stronger than money, career, material things. Better than anything else you can think of.
Yes, love is enough for me.
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Wednesday, 15 April 2015
My Bucket List
I've read lots of posts were people write the ultimate bucket list. Things for people to do before the die, or before they turn 30/40/50, and it inspired me to write my own.
This isn't a list of things for other people to do, its just a list for me. I probably won't do half of the things on the list (some of them aren't even within my control), and people will say some of the things are clichéd, but it was fun to write and I thought others might like to have a peek.
So here goes, in no particular order, my 29 (it used to be 30, but one of them was to write a blog) item bucket list:
1. A bungee jump
2. A parachute jump
3. Live in Manhattan, NYC for at least one year
4. Visit Marrakech
5. Travel alone for at least 6 months with no particular plan
6. Write and publish a book
7. Find real, all consuming love
8. Visit the Louvre
9. Go to Glastonbury
10. Learn Spanish
11. See Real Madrid V Barcelona at Bernabeu Stadium or Camp Nou
12. See an FA cup final at Wembley
13. See England win the football World Cup
14. Go to Ladies Day at Royal Ascot
15. Win the lottery
16. Ride the Wall of Death
17. Visit Pasaje Del Terror
18. Go on an African Safari
19. Go off road driving (as a passenger)
20. Travel Route 66
21. Do a sky walk
22. Learn to drive
23. Become an Events Planner
24. See the Foo Fighters live in concert
25. Go to the ballet
26. Go to a match at Old Trafford
27. Be present at an exorcism
28. Run my own pub
29. Fly a helicopter
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This isn't a list of things for other people to do, its just a list for me. I probably won't do half of the things on the list (some of them aren't even within my control), and people will say some of the things are clichéd, but it was fun to write and I thought others might like to have a peek.
So here goes, in no particular order, my 29 (it used to be 30, but one of them was to write a blog) item bucket list:
1. A bungee jump
2. A parachute jump
3. Live in Manhattan, NYC for at least one year
4. Visit Marrakech
5. Travel alone for at least 6 months with no particular plan
6. Write and publish a book
7. Find real, all consuming love
8. Visit the Louvre
9. Go to Glastonbury
10. Learn Spanish
11. See Real Madrid V Barcelona at Bernabeu Stadium or Camp Nou
12. See an FA cup final at Wembley
13. See England win the football World Cup
14. Go to Ladies Day at Royal Ascot
15. Win the lottery
16. Ride the Wall of Death
17. Visit Pasaje Del Terror
18. Go on an African Safari
19. Go off road driving (as a passenger)
20. Travel Route 66
21. Do a sky walk
22. Learn to drive
23. Become an Events Planner
24. See the Foo Fighters live in concert
25. Go to the ballet
26. Go to a match at Old Trafford
27. Be present at an exorcism
28. Run my own pub
29. Fly a helicopter
Follow me on Twitter @randommusings29 and feel free to comment :)
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