Quick Music Quizio


Pinched this off a fellow blogger.

His name is Steve and you can find his brilliant blog right here…


It’s a music quiz thing. Steve put the answers to his quiz on his blog, so you can check his answers out if you like. The instructions on how to play are below.

(1) Go to the music player of your choice and put it on shuffle
(2) Say the following questions aloud and press play
(3) Use the song title as your answers

Try it and share your answers too!

How does the world see me?

Crazy Little Thing Called Love – Maroon 5

Comments: Hmmmm, yeah, I am crazy, but my name is not Love. The World does not have eyes and therefore cannot ‘see’ me.

Will I have a happy life?

The Freedom Song – Jason Mraz

Comments: Now this one rings true. I’m ‘free’ to do what I want, when I want aside from the simple fact I live in a Muslim country and that stops me from doing things like wearing certain clothes (to remain respectful to the religion), not drink alcohol or eat pork (I miss bacon sandwiches and pork roast dinners *sob*), and there are other aspects of my daily life I need to be mindful of, but I am happy. Most days. Some days. I made the decision to live here and I live and abide by the rules of this country. I don’t moan about these rules, I am respectful. However, I don’t like being spat at by Muslim women for being a blonde Westerner, and being told to ‘go home to your own country’ for the same reason, which of course, one day I will…once I’ve licked vodka of a dirty sow’s back.

What do my friends really think of me?

I’ve Got You Under My Skin – Michael Buble

Comments: If I got under my friends’ skin, I’d be a bit worried! Hopefully, this just means they like me muchly lots…hopefully.

Do people secretly lust after me?

Well, Yes Of Course They Do – Mrs ASU (*snarf!*)

Play It Loud – Black Eyed Peas

Comments: Clearly, obviously, absolutely this means that it’s no secret. People don’t secretly lust after me at all. Actually, the Indian/Sri Lankan and other male expats in this country pretty much lust after any female without an abaya on – there’s definitely no secret made about that! In fact, I’d call it leering…ick.

How can I make myself happy?

Flick The Bean – Mrs ASU (*makes oneself laugh again*)

She Moves In Her Own Way – The Kooks

Comments: HAHAHAHAHAHALMAOHAHAHAHAHAHAROFLHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Oh, a little bit of wee just came out!!! I promise that song title came out after I wrote my own song title!! Haha!!

What should I do with my life?

She’s Like The Wind – Patrick Swayze

Comments: Ok, mixed messages or what?! Here’s what I’m getting:

1) I become a pilot – I’m no good with maths and learning about clouds is boring
2) Learn to fly a kite – got smacked on the nose by one a few years back so, no thanks
3) Learn to play a wind instrument – already can…it’s called ‘My Arse’ and I play it excellently
4) Have my clitoris pierced so I can whistle down the wind as I walk – erm…nope.

How can I maximize my pleasure during sex?

Have Some – Mrs ASU

Flick My Bean – Mrs ASU

Wake My Husband Up – Mrs ASU

All of Me – Michael Buble

Comments: Hell Yeah! Michael Buble can have all of me! That would definitely maximise my pleasure during sex..WOOOOOHOOOO!!

Will I ever have children?

Wordplay – Jason Mraz

Comments: Couldn’t wait to see how this one came out considering I already have 3 children, and then I’m given Wordplay! Nuff said.

Will I die happy?

In My Head – Jason Derulo

Comments: “In my head, I see you all over me…in my head, you fulfil my fantasy..” In my head I’ll be happy, so perhaps this means I’ll have Alzheimer’s when I peg it and as Alzheimer’s runs in my family, who knows? I won’t. Who won’t? What will?

What is some good advice for me?

Slut Like You – P!nk

Comments: WOOOHOOOO! Yep, I should take this on board and become a whore in the bedroom. Maybe then I could maximise my sexual pleasure and wake up my husband. Or entice Mr Buble in? Nah.

What is happiness?

Please Don’t Leave Me – P!nk

Comments: Not being on my own, being surrounded by my famfam, my children, being loved. That’s happiness.

What is my favorite fetish?

So What – P!nk

Comments: Ok, ok, I like P!nk! Not quite a fetish and not enough to turn me lesbosbian, but I like her.

How will I be remembered?

Just the Way You Are – Bruno Mars

Comments: *sob*

Why should life be full of so much pain?

One Day Like This – Elbow

Comments: Can’t even begin to answer this question, but the lyrics of this song fit it perfectly. Have a listen and you’ll understand x

Now it’s your turn!


Sometimes I Don’t Update My Facebook Status Because I Just Don’t, OK?

Surely I’m not the only person in this world who writes long, ranty Facebook status’ and then thinks better of said long, ranty Facebook status, and deletes it? Before it ever makes it to centre stage I mean, you know, before you click ‘Post’.

You see, I have a conscience and I have common sense. Get this…I also have an understanding of what Facebook should actually be used for! Uh huh! That’s right!

Come on, hands up, who gets pissed off with constantly seeing:

“Insert Person’s Name You Identify With” – Aaaaarrrrggghhhh.

…and that’s it.


“Insert Person’s Name You Identify With” – I am so fucked off.

…no more info at all.

It drives me crazy! These posters turn me into a mental person. Factually, that last sentence is incorrect as I am most likely mental already, but it makes me do the very opposite of what these types of post lure you into doing. I label them “Attention Seeking Posts”. Only my closest of friends will ever get a response when they post like this. It also makes me damn careful not to post anything like it myself.

I do not crave attention from Facebook. (Blogging is different! Us bloggers all crave attention in a different way…I got that bit covered already so ner).

Then you have your “Look at what I had for dinner tonight!” status updaters. What The Actual Fuck? Never have I seen such utter shit in my life. Unless I’m looking at a turd of course. So, ok, if you’re a culinary expert, a TV chef or going on GBBO (Great British Bake Off for my non-Brit readers) or posting another picture of how fabulous Burgerry is to Instagram (ok, ok, I am a sinner) but dinner? Every night? Really? Enough already peoples?! I am going to block you very soon, it’s getting on my tits that much.

Pictures of babies and children. Some people really do get riled by this, but I sit on the fence, partly because I have three (gorgeous – totally unbiased, my children are lovely *snigger!*) children and post many pictures of them on FB, but also because I have some friends who have kids who do actually look like they belong on a farm. The parents look like pigs too. Don’t know why I have them as friends…don’t really like them all that much to be honest and I know they don’t like me either – funny thing isn’t it, Facebook. So yeah, I like the pictures of cute babies, the ones where their faces are covered in chocolate, or their bums are stuck in the air when they are sleeping – ugly kids can get the fuck off my screen quite frankly.

Today’s blog post comes from wanting to post a status update on Facebook, but having the common sense and wherewithal not to do it. I have written countless amounts of status updates ranting, raving and cursing and each time I have written an update like it I have grit my teeth and deleted the bloody thing before it took pole position on my timeline, because d’ya know something, the fallout and the repercussions, not just to me but to the people I love so much, of posting to the world how I feel right in that moment, in the bubble of anger, frustration or sadness, simply just isn’t worth it.

Backspace/delete/select all-cut are such good friends!