Don't Kill My Inbox!

Ok ok ok I'm posting...Jeez, gimme a break!

Well my "project" is going well so I decided to answer a question my dear stalkettes keep asking me. Vampires or Werewolves?

Now personally I have nothing against twilight but it's not exactly original, is it? Read and see...

Personally, and you can relate to this, Everyone could do with a bit of romance, passion, love or even lust in their lives. Stephanie Meyer has played on this and this alone to write her books. What am I on about? Simple. Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, Breaking Dawn…it’s all the same. She should have stopped as a trilogy but even if the writer has to suck their imagination dry, they will keep writing until the demand has stopped, as demonstrated by author of The Vampire Diaries L.J Smith who is now writing the 8^th book in the series. But writers aside, Twilight poses an interesting concept. An ordinary girl, Isabella Swan, falling in love with Edward Cullen, the vampire, while having Jacob Black on the side. YES she has him on the side! Did you READ the books? If you’re a twi-hard you did and you know she “acts flirty” to get information about the Quilette Legends before she finds out Edward is a vampire and in the New Moon she depends on him, spends time with him, basically leads him on and then Edward comes back and he’s thrown aside. So yes he IS her side well, until he gets imprinted but even then it has something to do with her (Read the Fourth book, you Twi-Fans will be after my blood if I give you a spoiler)  

But the question on everyone’s lips for the moment seems to be more important than the movie and storyline itself… What do you think, Team Edward or Team Jacob?

I’ve said it before (My friends and you readers bear witness) REAL VAMPIRES DON’T SPARKLE! I mean seriously? I’ve read Bram Stoker, I’ve seen Underworld, Hellsing is my favourite manga and all the usual stuff. But really now, Bedazzled vampires? Vampires are supposed to lure you in. their looks, their grace, their charm and natural smoothness and then they suck you dry. But I’ve read X-Men I’ve heard about diamond-hard skin but actual diamond skin? Next time…

And what about werewolves? They’re supposed to be animals! Not some pet-like thing! You can’t control your metamorphosis and still keep your clothes on after (Not that I’m complaining…Taylor Lautner without a shirt is the only reason I bothered watching New moon!) but the name implies the nature of the creature itself. Have you ever met a cuddly wolf that’s always warm? I think not. That’s not a werewolf. That’s a dog or a mutated werewolf, but a dog none the less.

But back to the story. It basically appeals to any and every teenager that hasn’t got control over their hormones although it DOES target a more female audience. I mean, basic outline it’s a love story. A girl caught between loving a vampire and a werewolf. Basically you keep following only if you want to find out who she ends up with and if she stays human or “converts”

So that's my take on twilight..love it or hate it thats your own thing...

Drawing a line...even if it IS skew!

Ok ok ok...E-mailing me is one thing, adding me on facebook is another but coming up to me on campus? How did you even FIND me? I'm gonna have to emmigrate, change my name and dye my hair...



Anywho stop with the e-mails and facebook inboxes, this is my last post. I am serious. AFTER I'm done with the "project" I'm working on MAYBE I'll think about you stalkettes, but for now I have to prioritize myself...


And byt the way I know law students...most of my family either work for SAPS and Correctional services..I WILL get a restraining order.


Especially for you Ice Cream Queen, Bond Babe, Biker Boy, Number 1 Stunnah and Quicksilver...

High School...

As Good Charlotte once wrote/sang ”High school felt more to me like a jail cell, with better detailry"

They weren't mistaken!

Now I can talk, I've been to two (NO I did NOT get kicked out! What kind of girl do you think I am? That’s a rhetorical question, by the way...) and I blew up a science/physics lab in a third (Ask me no questions and I'll tell you no lies) but in its own was high school was fairly interesting...

Girls’ High…more fun than it sounds, I swear, taught me a lot of things. Apart from lessons and that I learnt how to play the clarinet, how to hide my feelings, how to be bitchy and how to act like the world revolves around my footsteps. I modeled, I fought, I made friends with lesbians and Bi’s (And NO rumors are so full of shhh not ALL girls an all-girl school are lesbian, there was an all-boys school down the road =P) I had good times and bad but mostly how to be referred to as “Lady” and not turn around to see who the person was talking to =P I don’t think I would have stayed there even if I wanted to though. My first two years there I was quiet. I hibernated in the library, I did all my work the week before and I practically devoured every book in that library. In my last year and a half I got comfortable with where I was and started being me. Outspoken, stubborn, impulsive, childish…I am all those things and more. The teachers remembered my name not one girl in my entire year had never spoken to or was on good terms with “Kit-Kat” even if she did just know me because of a fight I somehow got into and till this day I still don’t get how I get involved…but as they say, if I care about you, I’ll “jump” for you. I, unfortunately, was very notorious in that school, but anyway…

Greytown Secondary…back to my roots (And in case you’re wondering I had no choice whatsoever, I had to transfer) which is where I had to behave. Not that I didn’t behave…it’s just in a place like Greytown, if you take one step out the house, before you leave the driveway your mother is calling you from the other end of town swearing you and saying this one’s neighbor’s daughter’s blah blah blah….saw you leaving the house and where are you going? (OO.) (Speaking from experience here) so yeah…can’t mess around in Greytown. Especially since my family is well known… but in a place like Greytown Secondary, who you are and where you come from doesn’t matter. What matters is what you do. There is no control in that school whatsoever. You get people walking around bunking class and teachers can’t do anything about it. Then you get the drug dealers and the smokers, you get the sexually active, the teacher’s suck ups, the soon –to-be parents (Im SERIOUS…in my matric years 6 girls were pregnant…and one of them gave birth one morning and came to write her paper in the afternoon =O) and lastly semi-normal people. I was one of the few semi-normal (although as I have mentioned, somehow I always got into trouble but I was always found innocent in the end) but my last year of school went by too fast. I behaved, although I had fun I did my work and was a few teachers’ pet and everyone knew me yet again but that was because of who I was, not what I did  and for some strange reason unbeknownst to me I was popular… Apparently I was voted Miss GSS (But that’s just looks and I’m not even pretty), the principal was my uncle (Just coz we have the same surname! As if…), I always helped people who asked no matter if I knew them, I was best friends with the Head Girl and I made everyone smile…I don’t know about the first two but the last three is right. But yeah I miss those days sometimes…

Now that stupid song is in my head....

My First Kiss went a little like this…

I was…say about 15 and a half? When IT happened (not THAT “it”, the innocent “It”) and yes, I do regret it and no not because of my age (I see 8 years olds with tablets and 12 years olds making out in the movies…keep your judgments to yourself!) but because of the guy…and the circumstances… and the way he kissed me.

Here’s the gossipy part stalkettes you can put your reading glasses on…

So who was he? A friend of mine. Let me sound totally Indian and give you the list, He was my mother’s friends son who incidentally lived in the complex next to our old house. So my parents, being the wild young things they act like, used 2 have a “mini-party” every Friday or Saturday night. Our house was the biggest on the block (even though we were just renting) and so everyone that knew us would come to “The White House” to have a good time. All the adults, drinking and swapping gossip while all the kids would play hide and seek (I NEVER got caught…it pays to climb on roofs, eh? =P) playing cards, board games, etc.  or just listening and laughing at the stories the old people told. Now it was Saturday the 18^th of July when Nash (I won’t give you his full name because just now you’ll go stalk HIM) told me that he “liked” me. I mean fair enough we were friends but we weren’t even close…and he was 17 so I didn’t get it but I said nothing. As the night wore on the old people got drunk and, as they usually do, started offering us drink…And to my surprise he took it (OO.) the tipsier he got the more he’d try to get me alone and kiss me. Now I was shy, nervous and I didn’t know if I really wanted to kiss him…But eventually I gave in and I ended up having my first kiss on the staircase of that house. One of the worst decisions of my life…

Now it’s said when you kiss a person, or even hold a person you’ll know if it’s meant to be or not…that? That was NEVER meant to be. I don’t know whether it was because he was tipsy or because I didn’t like him that way but it sucked. And he literally sucked. Have you seen the way a washing machine spins and all that while it’s washing clothes? Yea he was trying to do something like that with his tongue and me, being the clever girl I like to think I am, immediately shut my mouth and pushed him away. Of course that meant I had his saliva on my lips but hey, rather on my lips that in my mouth…I’m feeling sick remembering it (Excuse me while I opgooi in the corner…)

My first kiss wasn’t exactly ideal…but that’s the past now. As you can guess, ever since that ordeal I never really kissed anyone (You can’t count the aunties at functions who “looked after you when you were a baby” or “haven’t seen you sins you were small” or whatever excuse they give because you’re literally forced to kiss them…and they have no shame they wanna kiss you on the lips and even if you try the cheek they’ll still turn their head! =O but anyway…)

But forgetting about that, there’s only one person I wanna kiss right now… =)

Curiosity Killed Kat...

Curiosity is an interesting thing..it's like probability kind of... You're either gonna end up in a good or bad situation and either way you're gonna get stuck, not only that but it can aslo be highly embarrasing which will scar you for life....


The incident in particular I'm referring to happened about 3 or 4 years ago. I was very close to a guy and he used to call me every friday and saturday from midnight to 5AM (You know the Vodacom Night Shift thingy? The advert with the guy in the wierd hat? Are you "Free" or are you "Dom"? Yeah, that) so he decided to kill off my curiosity because APPARENTLY I ask too many questions. So when I asked him what he was doing he asked me if I watch cartoons. Now bear in mind it's past midnight and I was half asleep....I answered OBVIOUSLY coz I mean, let's face it. no matter how old you are you never stop watching cartoons (My dad is 47 and he watches Phineas and Ferb with me so dont even TRY to deny it!) to which he told me he was watching House of Mouse on etv and I should watch with him. Now really I was just 16 I never knew about "Late Night's on E" so you can imagine what a shock I got when I put the TV on (00.)


So curiosity is an interesting thing. Not neccesarrily bad though don't get me wrong, there may be some good things that result from curiosity...being close to someone makes you stalk them out of curiosity ( I refuse to admit or deny anything under any grounds that I may incriminate myself) will make you appreciate them more and learn more about them whereas bad curiosity may be opening a closed door in the piano room of the music department of campus and finding a certain couple in a very compromising position and slamming the door shut with your cheeks on fire trying to erase that vision from your memory forever (Again, No Comment) So right now here I am, sitting in the LAN trying to erase the scar and writing to you, stalkettes, so you don't terrorise my e-mail....


Be careful of curiosity...It's not exactly a Good Thing you're better off in the dark, blissfully ignorant...


Since I've been known to sleep like a  Zombie.... ;)

Four legs Good, Two legs Bad...For legs Good, Two legs Better....

It's hard thinking of things to write about...but you all seem to want to read, so...

I was just remembering my English teacher today. She was the school's number 1 Gossip Queen and favoured the kids that had the most attatched to them. Needless to say, I was one of them (WHY,you ask, did gossip circulate about me? the answer is trouble. No I don't go causing trouble...it just more or less just sits around waiting for me to get there...) ANYWAY I think I was the worst of her favourites. Not only because I didn't like being teachers pet but because I was actually GOOD at English so i guess I was her favourite favourite. So I think the wosrt lessons I had with her was Animal Farm. No I have nothing against George Orwell or the revolution he so thinly veiled in his book...just the humour in it was notebly the only thing that stuck in my head apart from other unanswered questions that will remian so....Today in our lecture we were discussing late assignments, to which my freinds and I are, admittedly, guilty.  Now remember, this is Political Food of Economy in a Global Context (Yes, dont ask me how food and politics go...I just chose the module) so, naturally he had to leave us with a parting shot..which was: "All assignments in, no excuses. Remember all animals are equal." To which, since me and my freinds are mental like that shouted "But some are more equal than others!" ....c0z we random lyk that =P

Speaking of friends...I have an interesting lot. My first high school's group of friends aka the "fruit bunch"...why fruit? Coz all of us had food names. Lazanya, Pringles, Marshmallow, etc, etc, etc...with myself being Kit-Kat. Again, why fruit? Coz none of us ended up with a fruit name! Of course most people don't really appreciate misnomers but hey, you can't please everyone. My other high school...well everyone knew Kathy. Boys and girls, different ages and stages they new Kathy Maharaj. And now university...people still know me if not for my madness then for my hair..and people DEFINITLEY know my two closest friends and I. And THAT, le me tell you, is wierd. The three of us combined are what makes campus bearable...respectfully we are aparently known as the drama queen, the responsible nerd and gothic mental case...il let u guess who's who ;)

E-mails

To my surprise you’re actually reading this…I feel loved hehe well my little stalkettes you have asked and I will answer. I am a girl, yes, I am a certain age and I live in a particular place…to those of you who have found me on facebook I applaud your ingenuity…but that doesn’t mean I’ll accept it =P I will not release a picture of myself for fear of nightmares, broken screens and other various horrible and scarring reasons and lastly, NO you may not have my mxit number, my bbm pin OR my actual phone number. This non-existent relationship that you are clinging to is strictly professional.

By the way this is not Diary of a Wimpy Kid or Spud or Georgia Nickholsen or whatever else you stalkettes keep questioning. If I wanted a book or a movie or whatever it would be more entertaining..and this is just my nonsense...regardless of the entertainment factor this is jus me being random..no-one's coming at me with any big contracts to sell my soul so I'm safe. Since you have insisted I will put a picture up at the end of this post..but you have been warned before, check my previous post...
 

Until next week….Or tomorrow…whichever is furtherest =)

Errrrrr.....

In a moment of sudden randomosity I decided to create a blog...looks like my mother can keep tabs on me after all =P....Speaking of randomness, if you can understand what I say not only are you wierd but possibly slighlty autistic.I mean, fair enough Shakespeare is considered to be the father of English, but then that would make me the mother of..Katese...and although it doesnt include alot of purring and such that one would expect from a cat, it can be considered as the same principal: Only understood by people who are similar to or considered to be close. And if you're a random stalker (and by the way HOW did you find this? its not like I told anyone about it!) stay AWAY...I dont know you and I dont wanna know you...if you're a random person that stumbled on my blog by mistake...your forgiven =). To be honest now that I have this blog I don't know what to do with it...I mean I could post my thoughts, feelings, emotions, etc...but then agin, who would want to broadcast their thoughts? Ok say I DO broadcast them, then you wouldnt know any better =) I could insult you to your face and you could do nothing about it..unless you know me, which I doubt.


Hmmm if you decide you can keep up with my nonsense, feel free =) read all you want. I never went to Rhodes even though I wanted to do Journalism. Never went to Westville even though I wanted to do Physiotherapy, So I'll keep my Physio practices limited to the family member of whom I pity the most (yes, my older sister actually CAN beg) and my...well i can't really say journalism now can I? No skills whatsoever...my "writings" here..


read, don't read, comment, don't comment...thats ur own thing =P