Songs that make you go Ooh II

I did warn you, this list would be ever-growing :) I discovered 10 more sexy songs and in the back of my mind, it was always 'omg how could I miss that one?' Enjoy :)

1) Loving you - Paolo Nutini

This singer is just sexy in general. The way he sings, the way he looks. Yum.

2) I Only Have Eyes for You - The Flamingos

One of those old-school tunes that make you wanna move reaaal slow.

3) Pink - Aerosmith

Best line: "I wanna wrap you in rubber". Enough said.

4) Soft - Kings of Leon

The only song I know that has the words 'nipples' in it. Check it out :)

5) Oh - Ciara & Ludacris

Background beat is awesomely sexy.

6) Fever for the Flava - Hot Action Cop

Cheeky lyrics with a catchy tune and a fantastic music video, I wish this band had more hits :)

7) Spanish Guitar - Toni Braxton

This is more sensual and sincere than the other cheeky ones.

8) Bad Touch - Bloodhound Gang

Best line: "Put your hands down my pants and I bet you'll feel nuts." Enough said.

9) Toxic - Britney Spears

It's that old-school rockabilly-style guitar riff that does it.

10) Unbelievable - EMF

Great song and for some reason just has a sexy vibe. :)

Spare a little candle, save some light for me

"These dreams go on when I close my eyes, every second of the night, I live another life." - Heart

I love band names that are simple yet so effective. The leader must've thought, 'i like Hearts. Oh my god hey why don't we call ourselves that? But if we make it plural, people may compare us to the popular card game, so let's keep it singular!'

I heart Hearts, not the game, the universal symbol for love; i.e the Love Heart. I have quite an obsession with it actually. I have copious amounts of heart-shaped paraphernalia in my room. Like Dave Barry said, there's a fine line between 'hobby' and 'mental illness'. Hopefully in my case, it's not the latter, yet.

Two nights ago I had 3 really really random dreams, each one weirder than the last. I wish there was some way I could interpret them but I can't seem to make head or tail out of any of them!

Dream 1:

Scenario:

I was resting in my room half-asleep and I could hear people talking. It was close to sunrise and I looked around my room sleepily to try and find the source. I noticed there was a tiny light coming from the shelf where I keep all my stuffed toys. All I could hear was "I really killed him, he's gone. I can't undo it, she will never forgive me or play with me again."

I sat up in my bed (in the dream) and noticed it was my toy hedgehog talking. I picked him up and spoke to him. "Who did you kill? Tell me!" The previously motionless toy suddenly sprang to life, "Your father. I killed your father. He's in the tank in the basement."

At this point I dropped the hedgehog and ran down an insanely long flight of stairs, which led to a crazy-ass basement with machines and switches and test tubes and wires (think Dexter's Laboratory). I then saw my dead father floating in a tank full of water with wires around him. This is when I woke up.

Conclusion: This was a terrible nightmare for me. I woke up really upset and frightened. I'm guessing that my sub-conscious was trying to tell me to treasure my daddy more.

Morals of the Story:

1) Do not keep toy hedgehogs. They will kill your father.

2) Make sure you know what's going on in your basement at all times.

Dream 2:

Scenario:

I was walking in a park at night with a few friends of mine and it was extremely creepy. There seemed to be some kind of festival going on and I could hear many sounds but the lights were too dim to see anyone or anything around me. I continued walking and my friends and I came across a bunch of big Australian guys (one of them looked like an ex-boyfriend of mine). They looked like rugby players who could kill you with a thought.

The most freaky-deaky thing? All of them weren't wearing any pants.... or underwear for that matter. I used my hand to avert my eyes (which I probably would have done in real life) and one of them yelled in a really thick Aussie accent "Oi why is she looking away aye? Is she scared or wot?" I walked faster and eventually started running.

I claimed that they were too big to outrun us (no pun intended). Suddenly my friends and I came across a huge fence that was all chained up. Something was trying to break through from the other side. To our dismay, the fence came crashing down and who do we see on the other side? The Pants-less gang of thugs! This is when I woke up.

Conclusion: This one was pretty traumatizing too. Perhaps my sub-conscious mind is trying to put me off the thought of anything sexual.

Moral of the Story:

Always, and I repeat, Always, run like a mofo when you are chased by half-naked men.

Dream 3:

Scenario:

I was singing at a popular club with my housemate and we were totally getting the crowd pumped! We had sing-offs and people were dancing, the energy was fantastic! From out of nowhere, an acquaintance of mine comes up to me and asks if she can sing a few songs. (in real life I don't exactly adore said person so I probably would have been hesitant to allow this)

I discuss it with my housemate and she reluctantly agrees to give her a chance. Without warning, Acquaintance grabs the microphone and starts singing like a songbird, she's so good that she's making us look bad. I look at my housemate and mumble something along the lines of 'oh shit, I think we just lost our job.' Acquaintance gets the whole club dancing and Housemate and I are shunned to the back of the dance floor. We try to get back on stage but people start booing and jeering. This is when I woke up.

Conclusion: Perhaps my sub-conscious mind is encouraging me to be braver when it comes to performing on stage. It wasn't as nerve-wracking as the other two dreams but it affected me nonetheless.

Moral of the Story:

Never, under any circumstances, agree to let someone else sing during your set if you've never heard them sing before.

Well, after those 3 shocking chimeras, I'm intrigued/terrified of what Mr Sandman will bring me tonight. Hopefully more thoughts of rainbows, chocolate fountains and my prince, and less of murderous hedgehogs and rugby players wearing only a smile.

Songs that make you go Ooh

This is another one of those lists that will probably be never-ending. I thought I'd start off with 20 this time around. The topic? Sexy songs...

There are some tunes that just make you blush when you hear them and these are the 20 that do it for me.

1) Let's get it On - Marvin Gaye

Gotta top the list with Marvin, he is the epitome of Sexual Chocolate.

2) Supermassive Black Hole - Muse

Something about the guitars and the way he goes 'oooh you set my soul alight' that's pretty hot.

3) My Aphrodisiac is You - Katie Melua

A cute little number that's quite addictive, and it's so informative about the various aphrodisiacs the world has to offer.

4) Pretty Girl - Jon B

For years I loved this song and only recently I found out it was about sex. I listened to it for the first time when I was 13!

5) Pour Some Sugar on Me - Def Leppard

The actual process of that probably won't be as sexy as it sounds in the song but hmm, in the name of love? Perhaps.

6) Gravity + Your Body is a Wonderland - John Mayer

I just couldn't decide between the two, can you blame me?

7) Fortunate Fool - Jack Johnson

I wish someone would sing this about me, yes I'd be quite happy to be called a fool, only during the course of this song.

8) Sweetest Berry - Wayne Brady

This one makes you hungry in more ways than one ;)

9) Bed of Roses - Bon Jovi

A bed. Roses. Bon Jovi. Triple yum.

10) Oh Darling - The Beatles

Can't really explain this one, the general tone of the song is quite needy, but somehow it has a sexy vibe.

11) The Way you make me feel - Michael Jackson

Gotta have MJ somewhere on the list.

12) Turn me On - Norah Jones

This one makes you wanna light up those candles and eat those chocolate-covered strawberries.

13) Freak Me - Silk

The lyrics are pretty comical but still pretty sexy nonetheless. It was featured in Ali G Indahouse and I've liked it ever since.

14) I'll Make Love to You - Boyz II Men

All through the night? I dare you.

15) Let's Make Love - Deepside

Only down side of this one (or deepside should I say) is that it features Grade A Douchebag R Kelly. Good song though.

16) Bad Case of Loving You - Robert Palmer

Makes you feel all 80's sexy.

17) I Touch Myself - The Divinyls

Need I say more?

18) Breathe - Prodigy / Exceeder - Mason

Again, couldn't decide between two great ones :)

19) Horny as a Dandy - Mousse T vs The Dandy Warhols

Such a great, hybrid, happy mix

20) Hungry Eyes - Eric Carmen

Nobody puts Baby in a corner.

This list will probably be edited/expanded many times. :)

Pet Peeves

Okay, so I like making lists. Good lists, bad lists, random lists that don't really need to be made. This one is ever-growing. And no, I'm not constantly looking out for things that annoy me, it just comes to mind more often than not.

Wiki claims that a pet peeve is a minor annoyance that an individual identifies as particularly annoying to them, to a greater degree than others may find it. So here goes:

1) People who yawn without covering their mouth

2) People who drag their slippers while walking

3) I can't look at people licking the corners of their mouth after they eat (this one's more irksome than annoying)

4) People who walk into you because they're looking at something behind them but they continue to walk forward

5) Personal space invaders

6) Rubbing your fingernail against a piece of paper because your eraser's become too small (brr gives me bad goosebumps)

7) Hearing someone try to scratch their body through a long-sleeved polyester shirt (my old boss used to do it all the time)

8) Guys who think it's okay to grind you from behind, while in a club, before talking to you or even making eye contact first

9) People who ask for your number/exchange numbers with you but have no intentions of calling/meeting you ever again

10) People that press the button for the lift more than once (it's not gonna make the lift come any faster!!)

I think 10 is a pretty healthy number but I'm sure there will be more to come. :)

Nicholas Sparks started the Fire

What is it with chick flicks? I honestly don't get them anymore. I mean sure, I'll watch them but after it's over I'm always left with the same thought. Why the hell did I pay money/spend two hours to watch something that I knew would make me cry?

Don't real life situations do that enough? Why do we need to seek out more reasons to make us feel sorry for ourselves and/or use up all the tissues in the house?

Offender in question: Nicholas Sparks. Known to write many a tearjerker, most of which have become major motion pictures.

Analysis: Mr Sparks was either never loved as a child, or he wrote most of his stories while he was in very tumultuous relationships. I mean, come on.

Think of the song from the Wedding Singer, 'Somebody Kill Me.' Remember how he wrote half that song while he was with Linda and the other half after they broke up?

I think Sparks starts his stories while he's madly in love, and creates wonderfully perfect situations that give his audience hope, love and faith. We feel all warm and fuzzy when the story begins. Then somewhere along the way, tragedy strikes. And tragedy ALWAYS strikes.

Someone either dies, or leaves, or just doesn't love you back the way you want them to. I think that's when Sparks breaks up with his girlfriend in real life and he gets bitter and angry. So he decides to kill off the character that initially won the hearts of so many hopeful readers/viewers. It's such an anti-climax.

Imagine this scenario, your mum gives you a new toy. It's the best toy in the world and every time you play with it, nothing else matters and no other toy can ever compare. One day, you wake up to play with your favorite toy, it's what you've been doing for the last 6 months, it's your best friend, your security blanket, your comfort zone.

To your shock and horror, you realize the toy is gone. You can't find it anywhere, you ransack your entire room but to no avail. You ask your mum where it is and she stares at you blankly, "What toy? I don't remember giving you a toy," she says, making you feel like an idiot. You try to convince her that you had it for the last 6 months, you even describe it to her but she continues to look puzzled and claims she still doesn't know what you're talking about.

This is when you start to question yourself. You begin to wonder if the toy really existed at all in the first place. Was it really all your imagination? After countless hours of debating this in your mind, you deduce that maybe you never had the toy at all and it had been just a dream.

THAT'S what Nicholas Sparks does to you when you watch one of his god-forsaken, so-called 'romantic' movies. At first, you get all googly-eyed and there are so many 'aww' moments that give you a sense of hope that true love really exists. Don't get me wrong, I'm a strong believer in true love, but not the kind they show in movies.

In this case, you're left in tears and heartbroken because like I said before, someone either dies, leaves or doesn't love you back. Is that really what we should expect in real life? Cause that would suck I tell ya.

I mean sure, we can't go on believing that life is going to be a fairy tale either but my gosh, the sheer morbid thought of love ending with a tragedy is just, well, tragic!

I for one, am going to pledge against chick flicks for the time being because people like Nicholas Sparks are just adding fuel to the fire that resonates deep within all hopeless romantics. The fire that goes with the saying, "If you play with matches, you will get burned."

My thoughts are, if you read/watch Sparks, your warm, fuzzy feelings will go up in flames. And not in a good way.

Burn After Reading, oops you can't!

I've concluded that this blog is going to be a substitute for a psychiatrist. After all, what do they really do except tell you things you already know? I believe this expression of my thoughts and feelings will not only help me understand myself better, but it will also serve as a keepsake for years to come.

The beauty of this entire soliloquy is that I am saving paper by writing all of this online, and the other thing is, (this could work both ways) it will last forever. I mean, yeah I could just click 'delete blog' but that would just be a copout wouldn't it? Who knows.

My lecturer mentioned something interesting today, he claimed he would rather be a 'living coward' than a 'dead hero'. Really? I'd always thought most of us would instinctively want to leave a legacy behind as opposed to cowering in the face of adversity.

It saddens me how selfish our society is. Not just selfish, but arrogant, cold, almost robotic.

I am confident enough to say that I am a considerate human being, who gives way to my fellow man. I hold lift doors open, give up my seat when I have to, it's really not that difficult to show respect and have an awareness of the people around you.

I wish I could say the same for my fellow citizens. This is not a generalization whatsoever, I am sure there are many caring, wonderful people in our fine country. The sole purpose of pointing out this observation is to question the selfish, impatient and ignorant members of our society.

Why do you seem miserable/angry/brazen/rude?

We live in such a lovely place. One that is safe, clean, efficient and beautiful.

Let's examine a case study of my unabashed accusations. This is a story of Frank, our protagonist, who will exemplify the shocking behaviour of an inconsiderate citizen, just for argument's sake.

Frank takes the MRT everywhere. He doesn't like waiting so he stands right in front of the MRT door, ensuring that he's going to be the first one that gets on. When the MRT stops, his nose is literally 2 inches from the door. He absolutely cannot miss his train. It does not matter to him that 10 people are waiting to alight on the other side of those doors, one of whom is an old lady carrying many shopping bags.

Frank pushes past the crowd of people who are getting off the train and makes a beeline for the special 'reserved seats'. The alighting passengers make 'tsk-tsk' noises and shake their heads at him disapprovingly. He doesn't seem to notice a pregnant lady board the train at the next stop.

Instead of giving his seat to 'someone who needs it more', Frank pretends to be asleep. He continues this charade until it is his stop. Frank doesn't really like walking behind people on escalators or stairs so he takes the lift down. He fails to see a mother and 2 of her young children calling out to him to hold the lift door open. Oblivious to their angry glares, he presses the little 'close door' button and continues on his way.

Now, looking at the 3 different instances where Frank has been completely ignorant and inconsiderate, it's quite plain to see that something's wrong with the picture. Quite Frankly, it's difficult to educate someone on what they should already know just as plain and simple as knowing that you have to look before you cross a busy road, or that you have to pay for a meal when you eat at a restaurant.

I've concluded that you obviously can't change people and situations so the only alternative for me at this point is to move to a country where the citizens don't infuriate me. "There are assholes everywhere in the world, you can't escape them," you might say.

True that, but I stayed in Perth for 3 years, and not once did I encounter a situation that caused the distaste I have for the impudence here.

Even today, a simple shopping trip proved to be so challenging and blood-boiling. It suddenly dawned on me that

a) Chivalry is dead and gone

b) I still seem to be invisible even when I'm carrying 4 large, heavy bags full of groceries and

c) Some people just have NO concept of personal space and proceed to walk straight into you instead of around you

I also developed a temporary dislike for NS men. Usually, I commiserate with them having to serve the country for 2 years of their life and I feel sorry that they have to make painful sacrifices during this time, like having less time with their girlfriends, families, bands, sports etc.

But sometimes, tonight in particular, they really irritate me. To my very core. Okay, I get it, you're a tough army man, you work out tons and you've got a lovely tan. But do you really have to be such an Alpha Male, and take up the entire covered walkway with your overdosed testosterone levels of machismo?

I have to squeeze my way past you with my bags while you walk nonchalantly and take up more room than you should. And this is not just one or two, this is an entire troop of you morons. I know you're tired after a whole week in camp and you can't wait to go home and do whatever it is you do when you have free time. But come on, meet me halfway here. A few of you even hit me on the shoulder as I tried to avoid your bulky soldier bodies.

Another bone I have to pick with you army boys. You get verbally abused while you're in camp. You're bullied, made fun of, pushed to your physical, mental and emotional limits. The army claims to make a man out of you. And yet, after all this, you seem to

a) have to depend on your parents to pick you up when you book out and

b) have little or no tolerance for a little bit of rain, judging from the way you avoid it like the plague.

Come on boys, it's rain for God's sake, not hailstones! I'll forgive you for reason (a).

Simply because I know mothers miss their sons and want to see them sooner so that's why they come and get you from the station.

But I just can't understand (b). ! It's not a hurricane, not even a thunderstorm. You're practically dressed for this kind of weather and yet you seem to prance around like little girls when a raindrop hits your forehead. Be a man, pretty please.

Well I've had my rant. I feel much better now having gotten all that off my chest. I'm not a hater. I suppose I am very opinionated and it is never my intention to offend or be condescending. It might just be me PMS-ing half the time. But sometimes, just sometimes, I might just have a point.

Short Attention Span

I'm supposed to be attentive in class at the moment, but my mind wanders.

My right ear is blocked and it's shockingly frustrating. I sympathise with people who have hearing problems.

I wish I could put my thoughts and feelings into boxes with different labels and deal with them on that basis, not all at once. It all seems too overwhelming when I look at the big picture.

My head is pounding and my face has had a perpetual frown all day long.

I try so very hard to stay optimistic, positive, energetic, independent, content and motivated. It's harder than it looks.

That's what she said..

I wonder who controls my Sim. Why does he not fulfill my wants and needs? Why does he let me go hungry and without proper rest? Why does he allow me to live a mundane life with no promise of excitement, intrigue, suspense, joy or bliss?

Wait a minute.. I'm not a Sim. I'm only human. Shouldn't I be asking myself these questions instead of claiming that someone else is responsible for my happiness and sanity?

Shouldn't I be answering these questions and overcoming all obstacles and hardships with the strength inside of me? It's harder than it looks.

I create what I think is a healthy routine, but it inevitably reaches rock-bottom every time. I have days where my euphoria is absolute. Nothing can upset me on those days, I become a little kid again, without fear, agenda or expectations.

The sheer innocence I possess on those days makes me feel as if I'm on a 'happy pill', on a high that can't seem to be justified or explained.

How do I hold on to that?

So that I can get through the dark days I also experience?

Days when I feel utterly alone, abandoned and without hope. Days when I wake up and I am completely empty. Days that are completely driven by my wayward emotions. I cry at the drop of a hat, but ten minutes later I am laughing till my sides hurt. I get angry at situations and people that I cannot change, but ten minutes later I wonder why no one wants to be around me.

I've concluded that I am slightly neurotic but I know that my heart is in the right place.
On my sleeve.

I am not the kind of person that feels something but doesn't express it. I don't know how else to be. I've spent too much of my life trying to please other people, grasping for acceptance, approval and being understood.

Each moment is fleeting and I wish to savour every single one.

The only person I really need to gain understanding and acceptance from, is myself.
I like me. In fact, I love me and I want me to be happy.
Isn't that what everyone strives for?

Life is too short to be miserable. Seriously. But having said that, we can't be ecstatic ALL the time. We also need to embrace imperfections and go through the motions that don't always go our way. I personally have to emote each feeling I get when I'm getting them.

Certain people may not be able to relate or understand this about me. I would rather be an emotional neurotic than try to pretend I'm something or somebody else. I have a handful of people who get me, and that's truly all I need. Those few souls love and accept me for who I am. I thrive on this notion and it is the sole reason that I am still sane.

Hello World!!

I would like to make a difference in the world. Be an exemplary citizen of the universe. Live every day like it's my last. :)