Buuuurn

Helloo friendies,

I hope you have had a fabulous Christmas and a good rest from the daily grind, and are ready to reflect on the year ahead and come up with ways to improve yourself.

I know I'm not.

For the passed three weeks I have been in Knysna, a place on the coast of South Africa. I live in a province more - a lot more- north of the coast, and in total it took 14 hours to drive here. We did it in a day. I find it to be one of the biggest punishments to be made to sit still in a vehicle for 14 hours - save for a minute or two to stop, get out, stretch your legs and go pee.

But we all made it here alive. And I have been having a brilliant time. I go jogging down to the shops every morning in my socks and slippers and there is a pool that is so warm you'd think that someone has peed for days in it.

Well, there probably have been many occasions when someone has peed in it, but let's not dwell for too long on that.

During one of my many days spent lying on my lilo in the pee-pool, I found myself pondering the meaning of life and trying to remember the last time I had a good cup of tea, and I then fell asleep. For 5 hours. On the lilo. In the sun.

I know I know, it was very stupid of me. It is extremely bad for my skin and all, but it really was an honest mistake. Pondering the meaning of life is hefty business.
What I still fail to understand is why no one ever woke me up. When I asked them about it later, they said they didn't know I was there.
I'd love to know where they thought I was...
Although I am pretty happy with myself that I didn't fall off the lilo during my hours of slumber.
 
Well, needless to say I was not very cosy for the next few days. I looked like a red blimp, and it took me around 3 minutes on average (we timed it) for me to be able to sit down.

The worst of it all was I didn't even burn evenly. My one leg was in the shade of a tree near the pool. So I ended up with one  bright shitty red leg and one still my naturally shitty pale leg.

Buut I was determined to not let this ruin my holiday, and continued to jog down to the shops in my slippers every morning. And after about 4 bottles of After Sun and 3 days just about bathing in sun tan lotion before going out, I went brown.

Which is really strange because normally I burn and then go back to white again after a day or so.

So my skin is now sun-kissed and Greek-like.

For how long, I don't know. But I like to think it will last a few years or so.

Hehe.

I don't think I'll ever try it again though. Besides the fact that it is sooo bad for your skin, I can't take back the amount of time of my life that was lost trying to sit down and stand up again while I was burnt. And although I am not one to really care about what others have to say about me, I didn't enjoy looking like a blimp.

So it's eased the pain of the thought of having to leave in two days' time. I get nauseous just thinking about the fact that I'll have to spend another 14 hours in the car again. But I just think about my tan and the nausea gets scared and runs away, for the most part.


I don't know if you've noticed the redesign of my blog. Kindly let me know what you think of it. There is a big fat welcome mat for suggestions. I also have two buttons on the side ----> over there ----> for you to put on your blog. If you grab one, let me know, and I'll grab one of yours' back too. *friendship*

These are the two so far:





Meet Sir Pugsley

He likes the color blue and muffins. And he wants to sit on your blog and show his mustache off to people.


Enjoy friendships :)

Taylaaaa

I'm Back from the Dead - or the Living?

Hello everybaady,

I like to think I have made a safe and cosy return from my period of hibernation as  result of writing final exams of my 11th year at school. I think the only thing that got me through it was the knowledge that I only have one year of school left and then I can point my ass at it and never look back.

And then my journey at University shall begin.
Teehee, I'm like, nearly a big girl now.

A lot of things have happened since I last posted. I feel as if I have matured, if not simply gained more pimples.

Firstly, I have to mention that exams went very well indeed. I made my 80% average despite getting a really crappy Maths mark. I had also decided a week before the final exams started that I was going to take up Biology (it's all got to do with the limited number of designated subjects I have and need for getting into university). So, let me just say that again: One week before final exams I decided to take up Biology.

A simple dialogue between myself and my Biology teacher:

TayTay: Explains the whole sad saga of why I would like to take up Biology because I'm afraid I won't have enough credits to get into Uni because I take Computer Applications Technology which is not designated but bloody well should be.

Teacher: Have you lost your marbles?

TayTay: Well, ma'am..... yes

Teacher: Well if you want to take up Biology you need to write the exam and do the practical next week. You know this, right?

TayTay: Yes, yes I do.

Teacher: Give it a bash, it will be fun (no tone of sarcasm detected)

And bash it I did. I quite enjoyed it and wished I had taken it earlier. I found it best, because there were so many facts to learn, to dance around the house and sing out the facts until they stuck in my brain.
 I managed to get 76% as a final mark which wasn't shabby at all and I gave myself a proud hug.

It was also my birthday around 2 weeks ago.

What was my birthday prezzie?

Oooh, nothing. Just a Triple Forward Helix Piercing.

For those of you who don't know, it is zis:

I know many people don't like any piercings other than the basic lobe piercings but I have been head over heels in love with this piercing for a while.

It took some (a lot) of time to convince my mother to let me get it. And many battles were fought, but in the end, my passion and unconditional love and desire for the Triple Forward Helix piercing prevailed. My aunt (because my mom said she'd rather live in a swamp than watch me get another piercing) took me to get it on the morning of my birthday.

And yes, yes it did hurt like a bitch.

It was to be expected really.
I got all three at once, and while I was busy getting it done, there was this guy near me getting a tattoo done who kept speaking to me during the process..
And not in those soothing, comforting ways either. In an annoying "I'm old enough to fool everyone into thinking I'm the shizz now because I'm getting a tattoo when in fact my dad is paying for it (though he doesn't know that) and I took two tranquilizers before I came here to get it done"

I like to think that I manage to display and maintain a high standard of composition, politeness and friendliness at all times - even when I am getting three holes pierced through my ear which I do not regret but still cannot deny the intense, burning pain I felt while getting it and there is some guy going on and on about his stupid Fire Dragon tattoo and why he DOESN'T think I should be getting the piercing that I am getting and why the chicken who crossed the road ran away from my red ear..

I like to think that I capable of maintaining such displays, but, ya know...

Broomsticks to the Dentist

Helloo again,

I apologize for being away for so long but life has been a big, fat, grumpy man lately and has decided to over-work me and deprive me of my sleep and any other activity I may enjoy that does not have any relevance to school.

I know every second Teen Blog-like picture includes some philosophical nonsense such as "They never said life would be easy" and "Work hard and you shall reap the benefits" but geee I could really do with a run, some icecream and a day or two of sleep.

I know I shouldn't really use my blog to complain, but unfortunately this is where I am on my own fabulous Monopoly board right now:

I had a tooth infection. When I went to the dentist, my usual one who I love to bits because he gives me a badge or a sticker every time I go, was not there. So I had to see his partner. He determined that my tooth had to be taken out. So naturally I'm ecstatic because I just luuurve going to the dentist at the best of times.

However, what he did next was quite literally shocking. 

I have to mention that a poster-thing similar to this was in his office.

And I'm not talking about that moment your friend comes up behind you and gives you a fright and you shriek in a high-pitched manner with a strong word or two in front of a few teachers, and your heart just about gives up... I'd never do that.

I'm talking about that moment when you actually think you shall knock someone's head off with a broomstick.

He pulled the wrong tooth out.

I'll let that settle in for a minute. 

*reads a magazine*

On the bright side, its at the bottom and I have a high lip line so my bottom teeth don't show. And they were a little on the skew side so my proper dentist said they would straighten out now because there is more space. He also said that I just needed antibiotics and didn't need the tooth that was supposed to be pulled out to be pulled out. 

Even though it all worked out and it was a happily-ever-after moment, I was still pretty annoyed that he had made a mistake. These are people's teeth. You can't just go pulling the wrong ones out willy nilly. 

In case of the unlikely even that I shall have to see his partner again one day, I shall be sure to bring the broomstick. 

How Embarrassing...

Well, I knew it wouldn't be long before I'd have an embarrassantee post.

Except this time it really wasn't my fault.

We were all watching the film, Dead Man Walking as a class at school because it is our movie for our Film Study section this year. For those of you who don't know about it, Dead Man Walking is basically about a guy who rapes and murders two teenagers and is put in jail and on death row. Then he gets this nun to try help him prove he is "innocent". She tries but fails and she then turns into his spiritual adviser to prepare him for when he is killed by the state through a lethal injection.

So, it is a very dramatic film. I'm not complaining because I'm all for drama and all. Except, towards the end they show him being strapped to the table with the drip going in and the ..erm.. lethalness slowly going through the pipe. And there's a whole audience watching him die.
Then they show, between all of this, him and this other guy (who didn't get sentenced because he was found not guilty) raping and murdering those two kids..

And obviously my brain was just like, "no guys, no way" because the period ended before we had finished watching him die and I managed to make it out of the class before fainting.

How embarrassing.

Who faints at school after watching a movie?

Well, yeah, apparently I do...

In my defense though, a guy said to me afterwards "it was just a movie, it's not even real you shouldn't take it so seriously" and laughed at me because I fainted. I was still drowsy and just patted him on the head and said "poor, innocent, stupid boy" and sent him on his way. Ze fact is, although it is a movie, it is real. Things like that happen every day and you get ignorant giraffes like that guy who can't see further than the movie.

I think between watching this guy die (even though he was guilty) and then watching those two teenagers being raped and stabbed at the same time just made my subconscious really really upset. Maybe it was having a bad day or something, I don't know.

Oh well, if you feel like a party just rent Dead Man Walking and watch your friends drop like flies, the acting in the movie is tops... Unless you're a fly, like me. Then stay awaaay.

In My Humble Opinion...

So I was very flattered to hear yesterday that a lot of people value my opinion.

Whether "value" means it is of use to people or it is just makes a good form of entertainment is a different story altogether, but beggars can't be choosers.

So my friends drew up a list of things they wanted my opinion on, and, considering they found it to be very charming, I thought I should share it with you.

Before we get to that though, I would like to post the photo of me and the balloon that I said I would post yesterday.

Zesty!

That balloon was my best friend. 

Back to my opinion :D

Greek Yoghurt: Fabulous. Simply fabulous. Not only is it exotic but it tastes like a rainbow. 

Rhinos: I prefer the term Unicorn. Also a majestic creature with a zest for life. If I could keep one in my garden I would most definitely. 

Trees: Almost as majestic as a unicorn yet just as useful. Although, what would make them even more useful is if they gave off Wifi. Can you imagine how many trees would be planted if they gave off Wifi??

Too bad they only give off the oxygen we breathe.. *environmentalist's note*

Tea: If I could live on tea I would. It is like drinking a cup of awesomeness. 

Boys: Shoot them.

Lava lamps: If you ever want to buy me a present, buy me a lava lamp. I will love you forever. 

Books: You should listen to books more than you should listen to your parents.

Spray tan: I would rather be white as a sheet than look like a rotten orange. 

The TV Show Toddlers and Tiaras: It has always been a dream of mine to walk into one of those pageants and sock every mother in the head hoping to knock some sense into them. I would then become the children's fairy godmother and teach them how to play, ride bikes and be children. *peace sign*

I cannot lie, I did enjoy giving my opinion on random things. In fact, I shall give it more often. 

Whether people ask for it or not :p

Ahh happy days :D let me know what you think.

Kthanksloveu Baaiye 

Turns Out I'm Not That Useless at Life After All

Soo it is a week later and I have finally sat on my ass with a cup of tea and worked on my blog.

I think it is ready to be seen in public.

At least I hope it is.

I have had quite ze eventful week and so am very happy because I got to post more than one measly photo on Instagram and looked as if I had a life for a change.

The fabulous thing is that half the things I did was on my bucket list which makes me just that much less useless at life in general. Whoop Whoop.

Became BFFs with a Shark

Having just met Nemo in the tank next door, I was inspired to name him Bruce. Bruce and I have a mutual understanding. We are both deathly afraid of having our whole face in view of the camera.

Well actually I wouldn't have minded having a full-length photo with a shark but I think Bruce's attention span is slightly less than mine and he swam away swiftly after I took this photo and he then rammed into a rock.

I like to think it was by mistake.


Went Zip-Lining

Unfortunately my self-esteem would not let me post a picture of me zip-lining as it was just too funny. Let's just say I'm about as poised and graceful when hanging off a mountain as I am on solid ground. I also looked extremely brave and adventurous when dangling upside down as I was zipping from one platform to the other - everyone was extremely impressed - but between you and me, I had no clue how to keep myself up right.

*Its a bird.... its a plane.... no! It's Tayla flying upside down like a knob*.. My family was very supportive.

Won a Balloon

A less glamorous achievement compared to the above two, but still one for the books nonetheless! Apparently there is quite a fabulous picture of me and the balloon but I haven't managed to get hold of it as yet; so there is a reason for you to come back to this blog at least for the next post :P

Won a Sweet in Maths

I know, I know. This probably seems even less glamorous than winning a balloon, but my Maths teacher came up with the brilliant idea of bribing a class of 17 year olds to do Maths with sweets. The class was so unusually quiet as we all focused on the sums so that we could win a sucker, it was actually adorable.

I won't mention that when the teacher left the class for a second, we all ran out the class and went and hid behind the bathrooms. She found us. I haven't laughed so hard in a while. That's what I love about her, we didn't even get our sweets taken away she just threatened to hit us all over the head with her ruler.

So, all in all, quite an eventful week. I am trying my bestest to spend as much time and effort on my blog as possible but I have to focus on my Maths these days too. There are sweets to be won!

So, until next time,
Baiiiye :)

Oh P.S If you'd like to follow me on Instagram, my name is Lala_withlove . I shall follow you back with great joy.

Soo.. How Ya Doing?

I really do feel like a terrible person..

I know that's not the best way to start a new post on a new blog but I really have to mention this.

The guilt is killing me.
I have abandoned my older blog to move on to "greener pastures", so to speak. Why I wanted to move on to something that is greener I don't know because I don't particularly like the color green, but that is not the point.

I am 17 years old. This is the prime time for self-discovery. These are the days when we try to look passed our pimples and find out who we really are.

So far I have realized a few important facts about myself:

• I have an attention span the size of half a tea-spoon. 
• I like Greek Yoghurt. 

So progress is being made!

Sort of.

Anyway, back to ze point of the matter. Due to my pathetic attention span I cannot manage to keep the same blog for more than a year. My style and theme changes way too much and, I have to say I enjoy creating new blogs..

I do feel terrible for starting a new one. However, in my humble opinion, I think this blog will be the bombdiggady for me.

Please do excuse the pathetic excuse for a blog design. I have been falling over myself with school work and have not had time to really sit and work on it.

Thank you for your patience. I just know we are going to be life-long friends. 

Until next time

Baaiye :D