you are my sun right after the rain.

this is why i wish i was black.

god is the best :D

romance.

february fourteenth. valentines day.

unlike many, i love it. why? because valentines is about love, not about just couples in general, and i think people forget about this.

happy valentines, sexies!

i don't believe in romance, because i think its stupid. i dont need a candlelight dinner, a long walk on the beach or twelve-dozen roses to know if someone loves me, but i do dig love a bit, thus, valentines is the bomb.

missmissymissed.

i'm weeping warm honey and milk, that you stay surrounding me.

love.

occhh ayee.

"open up our eyes to see the things that you see, and not our circumstances.."

      "Fear not, for I am with you; 

      Be not dismayed, for I am your God. 

      I will strengthen you, 

      Yes, I will help you, 

      I will uphold you with My righteous right hand." 

isaiah 41:10

undiscovered culinary genius.

tonight i totally improvised, and came up with a dish i was so pleased with, that it shall become my new signature dish. so here's my recipe, i'm pretty proud. ENJOY.

Chorizo & Kalamata Olive Penne

Serves 4, I think.

Ingredients:

• 2  chorizo sausage, sliced.
• 3  garlic cloves, crushed.
• 1  brown onion, diced.
• 1 can of diced tomatoes
• 150g-200g pitted kalamata olives (to taste), sliced.
• 150g sun-dried tomatoes, sliced thinly.
• 150g butter beans (optional)
• 250g grape/cherry tomatoes.
• 1 tbsp olive oil
• 2 tsp salt
• 3 tsp ground black peppercorns
• 1 tsp chilli powder
• 2 tsp paprika
• 2 tbsp fresh basil
• 1 tbsp fresh oregano
• 500g penne pasta
• enough fresh vegetable stock to 'loosen' the sauce as needed.

Method:

1. Heat your frypan and throw in the olive oil. When its heated, throw in the chorizo and stir until the sausage is sealed. Add onion and garlic, stirring for 2-3 minutes, or until the onion is transparent.
2. Chuck in the grape tomatoes and stir them in for about 30 seconds, followed by the diced tomatoes. Add in the chilli and paprika, stirring gently for 3 minutes. Gradually add the stock for liquid as needed. Meanwhile, you might wanna boil some water for the pasta, and pick your herbs from your garden, WIN! :D
3. Cook your pasta for around 12 minutes, and once the grape tomatoes are soft, crush them with the back of a spoon into the rest of the sauce. Add anymore stock if necessary, but you don't want it to turn into a soup. Turn down the heat a little so it doesn't start boiling.
4. Throw in the salt and ground peppercorns. Stir them in, but do it gently, especially if you've got beans in there, you don't want to break them. Eugghh..
5. You're nearly done! Drain out the pasta and serve it into bowls. 
6. While the sauce is still on the heat, add in the olives, sun-dried tomatoes and the oregano. Make sure this is done last minute, otherwise it will break down and you won't get the texture right :)
7. Serve the sauce on top of the pasta, garnish with some basil leaves, and presto! Mmm. Effing good.

look at that absolute masterpiece. i'm amazing hey ;D

plastic made dreams.

so, i can't remember exactly where i heard this, probably on the circle, but my god, did it infuriate me. apparently these days, size twelve girls are considered 'plus sized', where modelling is concerned. i'm being serious, google it. 

before i continue to rant, i'm not even going to bother trying to sound intelligent, so this is me, typing as i would any other day. i'm not gonna edit anything i say either. because i'm lazy :D

size twelve, is not, fat. and i'm sick of everyone thinking it is. i wear size twelve pants. yeah, i wear significantly smaller shirts, but i still wear twelves, and the fact is i've learnt to accept that i have a 'ghetto bootay' and move on with life. however, its things like this 'plus size' shit that probably gets to people like me. young girls, who care about nothing more than their outward appearance because we're aware that people are staring at us all the time, and we don't like the judgement we're faced with, from both males and females. this relates back to my 'power of the tongue' (or 'say') rant i had earlier this week, if you'd care to scroll down, but this is the negative side of things.

so whoever started saying this, screw you. 'plus size' is not a pretty word to a normal sized teenage girl. we already have enough shit to deal with as it is. i take pride in my giant legs and wide hips, and i honestly couldn't give a shit what assholes like you have to say about it.

don't tell me i'm unacceptable, or that i'm unattractive just because my hips aren't exactly the same measurement as both my waist annnd my bust. i'm not disgustingly thin like your models, and to be honest, i'm sure both myself and my friends, are far more attractive than any of those arrogant, catwalk bitches.

i'd laugh if some designer was looking at this.
ah yes, i can hear the whispers now;'what a fat bitch.'
yep. i really am.
deal :D

THANKS :D

in other news: i really dig this song. emma watson is a lucky woman ;D

warning sign.

oooh yeah :)