A TV review...

Love Virtually ...

This channel 4 show approaches Internet dating with maybe too much optimism. All the women on this show who are sharing their experiences portray women who use these dating websites as way to be crazy desperate stalkers. They talk about how they spend hours before and after a date stalking facebook, for pictures and any information about the men they speak to. Surely this is not healthy or a great impression to give?
The show works around one Internet bloggers search for romance. Claire Ward plays 30-year-old Lucy Robinson another hopeful woman in the search for Mr. Right. Whilst Lucy’s story plays out, we get the experience and opinions from ‘real’ women about their time on the crazy world on online dating.
The one obvious thing the show is lacking apart from a believable actress is a male opinion; it focuses on the fairer sex and their stories, when it should take into account the male perspective.
According to Channel 4 a staggering 7 million people signed up for internet dating last year, so it is easy to see how this show is relevant to the modern technologically advanced world we live in. With it now being easier than ever to find other singles, it becomes as easy to meet a man as it does ordering a takeaway, you simply pick what you like, try it out, if you like it have it again and if not bin it. Simple.
The show gives you an insight to the world of online dating, it does not sugar coat it either which is nice as you see various internet dating websites advertised on the TV and they all give the picture that if you were to sign up for one of these you will find love, which is not in a lot of cases true. However some do offer your money back, which let’s face it would be slightly embarrassing and frustrating to admit defeat. In my personal opinion I can see why internet dating would appeal to certain people but I stick to my guns that surely knowing basically everything about someone before you meet them takes away some of the magic of the first date.
Love virtually seems to support internet dating yet none of the women who have been chosen to feature in it seem to have amazing experiences. This show is worth a watch even if it is just for pure giggles.

Push it , push it...

Everyone knows that the majority of people when they start university inevitably gain a few pounds, prob's from all the fatty foods, lack of exercise and most likely the alcohol. So me and my flat mates, decided enough was enough of sitting around moaning about our excess fat, we decided we should do a work out DVD.
So out came the pussycat dolls workout, on came the leg warmers and pulled out from the depth of our wardrobes came the exercise bra's.

We locked our selves in the kitchen, banned the boys from entering and did a full hour! yes a full hour of pussycat dance routines, and they can only be described as raunchy , fast and incredibly hard! It was a giggle though. And we have promised to ourselves that we shall keep this up and try to do it at least twice a week, it shall be fun to see how long this actually lasts.

Hopefully before we return home at easter we shall be slim and sexy just like the pussycat dolls...

Well thats it for me for this blog, i'm off to have a packet of crisps...all that exercise has made me hungry. ha

Kylie xXx

A bunch of pranksters...

What is it with guys and their boyish pranks on each other.... I never really gave this much thought until the other night after a night out with my flat mates. I witnessed the prank war in full frontal messiness.

Our flat has always been one to play jokes and have a laugh with one another... in the first week or so of university the boys started a 'flat war' with the other flat, by posting an empty condom , filled with hand cream under their door, they soon repayed us by covering our door in ketup, eggs and mustard.They even posted a note under all the flats in our block doors, an invite to a party at ours so we had random people knocking on our door all evening.

It was all fun and games, and then the boys in our flat decided to turn their creativity on each other, they have done allsorts, hidden each others mattresses, tin foiled everything in someones room, selo-taped everything to the ceiling, drawn over each other in marker pen whilst the other one has been sleeping.... even tried to get me with the old cling-film over the toilet prank , lucky i was to smart / not drunk enough and caught them out.

The other day the pranks where taken to an ultimate high, when one of the king pranksters filled a empty bin up with water and lent it against the door of another lad, so when he would open his door the bin would tip into his room and spill loads and i mean loads of water into his room.
Needless to say it was hilarious, although a bit stupid as the room will start to smell of stagnant water and then in turn the hallway will smell also.
This seemed a good way to end the prank war, yes...? Well no apparently not, according to my sources the victim of the water prank, is currently thinking up ideas of how to get him back... oh my lord this should be messy! ha!

Kylie xXX

My shoes

I have a passion for shoes, some might say I have a slight obsession. 

It all started when I was around twelve and my mum let me go shopping with my friends in the local city shopping centre by myself. I spent all my pocket money on shoes and started to build up quite a collection. Although mostly in those days it was trainers and ballet pumps that I owned, as I grew up so did my shoe collection. It developed into "Every outfit needs a new pair of shoes."

To my dad's despair I would leave them laying in the hall, four or five pairs at least would be taking all the room up in our tiny hallway. He would often shout at me "Kylie, how many pairs of feet do you have?" He would chuck them up the stairs, throw them into the dingy under-stairs cupboard, and even throw them out into the front garden. Yes, many of argument over the years would be on the subject of my shoes.

My parents even brought me a shoe rack for my room so I could store all my shoes nicely. However this just encouraged me to buy more in order to fill the rack up. I quickly gained more and more pairs. My parents even brought me my first designer pair, Jimmy Choo's (I am terrified to wear them, as they are my babies.)So therefore they are a little bit to blame.

As soon as I got my first part time job during my six form days, most my wages would go on shoes and then of course clothes to match these shoes. 

When I came to uni however I made a promise to myself not to buy any more shoes. I decided enough was enough, and I kept this promise, until it was my birthday and with the money I got given I brought another 5 pairs (amongst other things.) Ok I have an addiction; I even have a part time job as well as uni in order to fund this dreadful habit. I nearly had a panic attack over Christmas, when going ice skating and I had to hand over my new shoes to the chavy looking young guy behind the counter, I literally said to him: "I know your probably just going to throw them into the rack, but please, please be careful they are new and I love them." He looked at me like I was crazy, then without a hesitation chucked them into the rack. 

It has now got to be seriously worrying, as I have no room in my tiny bedroom to put all of my shoes. They are all displayed around my bed, in the shoe rack, in the wardrobe; I have shoes spilling out of every corner of the room. 

Why do I need so many? Well the answer is quite simple, I am a female, I need something to cheer me up when I feel sad, something to congratulate myself with when I've done well, and something to save for. It’s much better to treat myself to something I can keep forever, rather than buy Ben and Jerry's and pig out when I’m down or go out binge drinking. However I have vowed to myself no more shoes! 45 pairs is enough now. I mean it this time.... 

Although I do have a fabulous new dress for a birthday party this Friday, so I may need to get some fabulous new shoes to match. 

Kylie xXx

The great Dilemma

Okay guys , why is it that life is never simple?  Why do be always want what we can't have?
I started my university experience with the attitude that I could live off of my loans and grants etc. However After scrapping by last term I decided that maybe that was not such a great way to continue this term, and a small part time job to keep my head above the water would be a good idea for me. So I searched and searched, and I found a vacancy, applied, got an interview and immediately got offered the job.Which is great right? well thats what I thought. It would mean I would be able to afford a small holiday this summer and keep me fed. However also means that I would not be able to pop home when ever I feel like a weekend back.
This causes a dilemma, as I don't get to see my friends, boyfriend or family unless they travel to see me. And even if they do manage to do this, I still have to work all day sat and most of Sunday also, so I would not really be able to see them much anyway.
So Ive thought about quiting, but in reality why would I do that? I mean I like my job, I like the people I work with and lets face it the money comes in handy.
The life us students lead is not all peachy as non-students would have you believe, we have barely enough maintenance grant&loans to cover the rent, we have to pay silly amounts to do the laundry and equipment for our courses does not come cheap. So I need this job, yet I am also a home girl who loves my trips home. It is in fact one huge dilemma.
Despite all this bitching about money and how hard it is to be a student, I would not swap it for the life I used to lead of working 9-5 everyday.
In a nutshell being a student , is the best career choice I could ever make.

Kylie xXx

For all the little people.

Right, this blog is going to come across a little bit like a rant of a mad woman, however at this point I do not care. I am sick and tired of people commenting on my height. Just today at work I had an elderly man, well i say elderly , he was old enough to know better but not old enough to come across a sweet old man. He asked me after I greeted him at the entrance of my work place "Is every one in your family this petite? Your mother? Your father?" After biting my tongue I informed him "Yes, yes we are." I even mmanaged a smile. He Tutted. Yes tutted. And said must be hard to find clothes, absolutely gobsmacked I was.

Yes It can be hard in the world of a little person , however I do not see it as a bad trait some times. It means during gigs I can sneak in between people and get to the front. And I'm pocket sized, which is cute right? well apparently not.

I understand Its not just little people like me who get this relentless mocking, no doubt taller people get this also. Things like 'giant', 'giraffe' and 'hows the weather up there?' are things often heard by friends of mine who tower above me.

But one thing that does put a smile on my face is when my tall friends moan about the fact they cant wear heels on a night out or have a boyfriend who is shorter than them, is the fact that I can wear heels of any height and not worry about guys being shorter than me because as i stand i am only a measly 5ft1 or 2, i can rest safe in the knowledge not many men will be shorter than that.

Kylie xXx

The great Bake

The great bake….

All set for a night in with the girls, after being stuck in Southampton on yet another raining weekend due to work commitments…and serious lack of funds.. boo .. We decided to make the most of our evening and do some baking then settle down to a back to back sesh of gossip girl season one. We prepared for this momentous Saturday night in by sending my poor flat mate to the shop to pick up sponge cake mix and cookie mix.

Then we very successfully followed the instructions on the back for some chocolate chip cookies, added our little extra of caramel chocolate. They were beautiful. Although very sickly. After we munched all those biscuits we proudly took out the oven our pride and joy The SPONGE CAKE. Like a group of proud mothers oohh and ahhing at their new babies, we huddled around our cake. After taking it out the baking tin we carefully placed it onto the plate, smoothed it in melted chocolate, butter-cream and icing-sugar. Beautiful. We took it into the boys room, a very different environment than that of the girls invaded kitchen. After wading through the bottles of beer on the floor and gaming controllers, we presented them with our amazing baking skills. They looked at us like how I would imagine they look at their mothers when being displayed with yummy foods... like we had reminded them a little bit of home. Bless. 

So the moral to this story is that being poor, students stuck indoors, we can provide an evening of entertainment for ourselves, (which did start with sending a flat mate flying down the corridor in an Asda shopping trolley) I think my mum would be so proud. 

Kylie XxX