Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Whats to know?

8:20 AM | Posted by Ms M | Edit Post
I'm going to tell you all about myself. I'm not an interesting person. In fact I'm quite boring so I'll keep this short and sweet. But where to start? I'm no good at picking out my good qualities.

People say I have amazing eyes. They're a light blue that go icy gray in the sun. I have long eyelashes that have been envied by some. I have a massive lower lip that I always chew the inside of. I've a pretty average nose that I'm neither happy nor unhappy with. I just about reach 5'4" which basically means I can't reach the top shelf most of time time. I've been called a range of things from mysterious to bitchy to talkative to just plain mental.

I don't know what I'd categorise myself as. There was a time where I was a touch on the emo side. Let me show you a picture.

I basically went from the above to the below:



And then from the above to the following:

In the space of about two years. Scary. My eyes look like something out of a japanese cartoon in the first one, but its very representative of what my eye make up was like at that stage. My Mam called it my drug addict make up.

I'll give you an example of what I look like these days.
I look incredibly like my mother. Its always been said but especially so in this picture, check it out.

That was for my fathers 50th. I like to think of changed. I've moved away from being a teeny bopper emo kid to becoming a, hopefully classy adult, except of course when I pose like this in pictures;


But hey, guess thats just my crazy side coming through.


Love and insanity to you all!
Miss M! xxx

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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Land of the Nerds.

2:04 AM | Posted by Ms M | Edit Post
We are nerds. Its a cold hard fact. We like to insult each other in nerdy terms. Here are some pertaining to Youtube.

If you were a Youtube video:


  1. you'd have a plugin error.
  2. you'd be out of sync.
  3. your audio would be removed due to a copyright claim by WGM.
  4. you'd be flagged.
  5. you'd have a caption saying "not suitable for children'.
  6. your annotations wouldn't work.
  7. you'd be unlisted.
  8. there wouldn't be a thumbs up button.
  9. you'd be thumbs down.
  10. you'd have 0 views.
  11. RayWilliamJohnson wouldn't slag you.
  12. you'd be removed by author.
  13. you'd be edited by Windows Movie Maker.
  14. you'd be uploaded directly from iPhone.
  15. you'd be done in one take.
  16. you'd be picked up by fail blog.
  17. you'd be shot by Don Slyne's Students.
  18. you wouldn't be muxed!!! 
I would love to add to this list. Let me know if you can think of more.
Love and nerd hugs.
Miss M. xx
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Saturday, January 15, 2011

Impossible is a Porky Pie.

11:16 AM | Posted by Chinchilla President | Edit Post

Improbable.

Imp - 1: (folklore) fairies that are somewhat mischievous.

Rob - To take that which belongs to another, without right or permission, esp. by violence.

Able - Having sufficient power or resources to accomplish something.

That had nothing to do with what I’m going to do so read it and then…something.

I believe that impossible is a weird and overused word. A lot of things that people say are impossible really are not, the correct word I think would be improbable.

I have an example: Pigs can’t fly, it’s impossible.

Pigs can’t fly…yet. Imagine one day a genetic mutation caused pigs to grow wings and turn in to one of these lovely porkers:



But that, as far as I’m aware, is in the future. Today we could cheat and say that pigs fly on airplanes. Great alternative if certain people would like to try argue my point. :P

It’s like life really, if there isn’t a direct root, there’s always backdoors to be found…*gigglesnort*

I might not be explaining this very well so I’m just going to show you this:

I guess I feel it’s a more positive outlook on life. If I can’t do something, I’ll find another way towards my goal.

I know this is lame, my next blog won’t be so icky. :P

- Zombie Nerd

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Thursday, January 6, 2011

Things I keep in my purse

6:21 PM | Posted by Ms A | Edit Post
I am writing this to share a meaningful experience, not to brag of travels!

I was very lonely for a little while when I first arrived in Tokyo. I stayed in a hostel with nobody I knew. Hostels have a unique way of throwing people together and crossing the trails of unlikely souls. I found myself in a strange kitchen making tea. A Japanese man in his forties came in with a young Canadian man. Conversation bubbled up and before I could figure out what was going on we were equally enthralled by each others philosophies. I spoke of some thoughts that had been swirling in my mind, observations on our generation. The unbelievable power of perception. The extent to which we seem to have forgotten our interpretation controls our happiness.

It's a very roundabout way of verifying yet another cheesy cliche... you have the power to change everything. Have faith and patience and the world is at your feet. Karma loves you.

I'm ashamed to say I don't remember their names, but the Japanese man was kind enough to draw me something from Japanese culture which matched my ideas quite perfectly. I keep the piece of paper in my wallet to remind me of perspective to this very day.

The syntax may be funny but nothing is lost in translation.


I also keep some of the butterflies I caught when Coldplay released them into the crowd when they played Phoenix park in 2009. The folded up post-it is a favourite quote of mine "When my enemies stop hissing, I shall know I'm slipping" - Maria Callas.




The drawing is one a good friend I met through couch surfing did on the back of a Tiffin wrapper. He was illustrating the hilarity of trekking the Andes. It was drawn on Inisheer late Summer 2009. I was quite literally crying with laughter as he told the story.

I picked up the green card at the Cape Clear International Storytelling Festival.

It's funny how we keep certain objects to hand at all times. These items make me smile or inspire me!

Happy New Year
Love, Ms Alternative
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Monday, January 3, 2011

That melancholy feeling.

3:15 AM | Posted by Ms M | Edit Post
On my way back to Cork with my father today I was struck with a flash of anxiety. This happens every once and a while when I'm in a moving vehicle. This has happened since we had a car crash a year and a half ago. It is by no means debilitating or even enough to get seriously worried about. It just happens. 

Today it seemed a lot worse. We were traveling the Mallow to Cork road just after 7 this morning. It was still pitch black, save for the headlights on the road. We were about half way when the anxiety struck me. It usually happens when a car is pulling out close to us or taking a sharp turn or at roundabouts and there is a line of cars waiting, but today there was no trigger that I could put my finger on. The funny thing about it is  this only the first time this has happened with my father driving. Even though he was driving the car when we crashed I always feel very safe with him.

This got me thinking. If we did crash would people stop in the pitch darkness to help us or would they drive on by? How would the rest of my family find out if we, God forbid, died? Maybe they would hear of a crash on the radio while taking my sister to work. Or perhaps they would get a phone call from someone who went into my phone book and found the name Mam in my phone. I won't lie these thoughts upset me.

As we hurtled along the relatively quiet road at 100mph my eyes were drawn to the GPS system in my Dad's van. It told me we would reach our destination of my house at 7.36 a.m., it made me wonder if we did crash would the minutes keep adding as we lay there, the counter slowing going up and up.

The darkness lay ahead of us like an impenetrable abyss the headlights hardly making a dent. I took a deep breath and then the feeling passed. I felt safe again. I arrived safely at my door. It took a lot out of me and now I am quite sleepy.

I wish you safety and happiness.
Miss M. x

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