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Maligayang pasko at manigong bagong taon!
メリークリスマス
शुभ क्रिसमस
즐거운 성탄절 보내시고 새해 복 많이 받으세요
Have a Wonderful Christmas ♥
Love,
ALPHA
Sunday, December 25, 2011
Saturday, December 24, 2011
Love Being Single at Christmas
"In our society, there are expectations that once you are a young woman, and especially at this time of the year, that you will have to go home to face relatives who will want to enquire why it is you don't have someone," said counselling psychologist Lola Allen-Jones, who likens Christmas to Valentine's Day given its sometimes devastating effect on single persons. Indeed, it can be lonely for those flying solo, but before you start despising your status, try and appreciate the perks of being unattached instead.
Here are 8 Reasons Why You Should
Love Being Single During the Holidays:
1. Fewer people to shop for. Children especially look forward to presents and shopping sprees during Christmas; but as a single woman, you can be a little selfish and splurge on yourself. With no husband to consider, you can also bank your bonus so it can be invested in a new course which will help you to uplift yourself for the new year.
2. You won't have to deal with the in-laws. Some married people will tell you that meeting with the in-laws is the thing they look forward to the least during the holidays. Consider yourself lucky that you won't have to go out of your way to be extra nice to the mother, father, brother and sister of a spouse.
3. Less cooking to do. While most wives will find themselves glued to the kitchen preparing big Christmas feasts, you can indulge in ice-cream and chips while watching Sex and the City re-runs in your pajamas on Christmas day.
4. You can stay in bed all day. Since you won't have to worry about getting up to prepare a healthy breakfast for a husband and children, you are free to get out of bed whenever your mind bids you to, and who cares if you have leftovers for breakfast instead of preparing a big feast?
5. You can stay out extra late. If you are an extrovert, chances are you'll be getting invited to lots of parties and family get-togethers. As a single woman, especially if you live alone, you can stay out as late as you want without having to answer to a soul. You also won't have to worry about getting a babysitter every time your friends invite you out for an event, either.
6. You don't have to justify your expensive purchases. You can buy as many shoes as you like without having to justify your purchases. And what better time to shop than during the Christmas season when there are deals galore?
7. You can turn up the volume on your component set. Instead of saving your singing for the shower, you can belt out some tunes in your living room without having to consider disturbing sleeping children or a husband who just knows how to kill a good vibe.
8. You don't have to think twice about pigging out. You get to eat as much as you like without having to consider the critical stares of a spouse. When you are home, you will have more freedom to pig out on the foods of your choice without having to be reminded of your weight.
From Jamaica Observer
Love,
ALPHA
Dos and Don'ts of Holiday Parties
Holiday parties are like weddings: if you’ve gone to the trouble of dressing up, buying gifts, and suffering whatever indignities the hosts have thrust upon you (singing carols, arbitrary New Years countdowns, and “secret” Santa games included) you deserve to go home with someone, or at least a phone number. To that end, here’s a helpful guide to Dos and Donts of holiday parties:
Do: Put thought into a gift. A bottle of booze is always easy, and fail-safe, but you may be rewarded if you take the time to pick out something unique, funny, or special for your hosts or to give away. Instead of being The Girl Who Loves Scotch, you can be The Girl Who Saved the Party (with her carefully curated playlist of the year’s best dance music).
Don’t: Bring a dirty gift. Even as a joke. Perviness is awesome, but there is a time and a place, and neither of them is near Santa or his elves. Women can get a way with a little more in this department than men can, and yes, wind-up penises that jump around are both inexpensive and hilarious, as are risqué playing cards, but it is unlikely that being remembered as “the one who did their Secret Santa shopping at a sex shop” will work in your favor.
Do: Wear comfortable shoes. Can’t stress this enough. If it’s a party in someone’s home, wear your boots and bring your nice shoes in a bag. If it's at a restaurant or club, do the same thing and coat check it, or just grin and bear it through the snow and cold until you reach your destination. Dancing is the key holiday mating ritual. You need feet that are both dry and appropriately shod to fully exercise your right to get down.
Don’t: Wear anything too provocative, aka slutty. While holiday parties can, and should get a little wild, this is ultimately a time when people are thinking about family and togetherness and Scrooge McDuck. Maybe keep the sexy under control until grandma goes to bed, or at least until she’s had enough champagne not to notice. The whole fun is wondering what’s underneath that Christmas sweater--a representation of all those wild, impolite yearnings, encased restrictively in a conservative little shell. Like the Twilight movies--that’s sexy stuff.
Do: Carouse. It’s the holidays, don’t forget to make merry. I know when I’m back home, I can get a little stressed by keeping track of who I’m supposed to say hi to, who is dating whom, who I’m supposed to be watching for my friend--often I lose track of the fact that I’m supposed to be knocking back drinks and making the kind of mistakes I will resolve never to make again come January 1. The holidays don’t have to be all about others--don’t forget about you.
Don’t: Ignore the hosts. Many of the seasonal parties attend are hosted by our friends’ parents. This is really Partying 101, or basic courtesy, but it’s easy to forget to pay attention to these hosts. But they’ve gone to the trouble to throw a party, invite you, provide food and music, etc., actually invest some time talking to them for real, not just the perfunctory “hello” and “thanks for having me.” Making that extra and sincere effort can work wonders, especially if it’s their son who you’re hoping to make out with.
The above may help, but there really are no secret tips or tricks for success at a holiday jam. They are really just more opportunities to reveal the real version of yourself in perhaps the most amenable of environments. Like I said, these things are a lot like weddings: a little formal, a little fun, and everyone’s looking.
Don’t: Bring a dirty gift. Even as a joke. Perviness is awesome, but there is a time and a place, and neither of them is near Santa or his elves. Women can get a way with a little more in this department than men can, and yes, wind-up penises that jump around are both inexpensive and hilarious, as are risqué playing cards, but it is unlikely that being remembered as “the one who did their Secret Santa shopping at a sex shop” will work in your favor.
Do: Wear comfortable shoes. Can’t stress this enough. If it’s a party in someone’s home, wear your boots and bring your nice shoes in a bag. If it's at a restaurant or club, do the same thing and coat check it, or just grin and bear it through the snow and cold until you reach your destination. Dancing is the key holiday mating ritual. You need feet that are both dry and appropriately shod to fully exercise your right to get down.
Don’t: Wear anything too provocative, aka slutty. While holiday parties can, and should get a little wild, this is ultimately a time when people are thinking about family and togetherness and Scrooge McDuck. Maybe keep the sexy under control until grandma goes to bed, or at least until she’s had enough champagne not to notice. The whole fun is wondering what’s underneath that Christmas sweater--a representation of all those wild, impolite yearnings, encased restrictively in a conservative little shell. Like the Twilight movies--that’s sexy stuff.
Do: Carouse. It’s the holidays, don’t forget to make merry. I know when I’m back home, I can get a little stressed by keeping track of who I’m supposed to say hi to, who is dating whom, who I’m supposed to be watching for my friend--often I lose track of the fact that I’m supposed to be knocking back drinks and making the kind of mistakes I will resolve never to make again come January 1. The holidays don’t have to be all about others--don’t forget about you.
Don’t: Ignore the hosts. Many of the seasonal parties attend are hosted by our friends’ parents. This is really Partying 101, or basic courtesy, but it’s easy to forget to pay attention to these hosts. But they’ve gone to the trouble to throw a party, invite you, provide food and music, etc., actually invest some time talking to them for real, not just the perfunctory “hello” and “thanks for having me.” Making that extra and sincere effort can work wonders, especially if it’s their son who you’re hoping to make out with.
The above may help, but there really are no secret tips or tricks for success at a holiday jam. They are really just more opportunities to reveal the real version of yourself in perhaps the most amenable of environments. Like I said, these things are a lot like weddings: a little formal, a little fun, and everyone’s looking.
Article From Glamour.
Love,
ALPHA
Christmas Eve.
It's Christmas Eve!!
Ummm best Christmas movie is definitely the Muppet's Christmas Carol.
So, in honor of both (the movie and Christmas Eve) heres:
One More Sleep 'Til Christmas
and well, of course you need the traditional too..so here's the ultimate poem of the season!
Twas the Night before Christmas Poem
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
Sleep Tight! Santa is coming tonight!
:)
Love,
ALPHA
Lady Gaga Music Videos
So, I just basically spent my entire day watching Lady Gaga Music Videos - and you know what I don't regret it at all. Her music videos are so fascinating! It's also really cool to see her evolution with her music and her style. Seriously, I've seen all of them - some that I didn't even know existed. So here are all the music videos and if you're totally bored - WATCH THEM.
Marry the Night
Yoü & I
The Edge of Glory
Judas
This is probably my favorite Gaga music video.
It's just so amazing.
Born This Way
So...it would be a little extreme to put every single music video actually on here.
Instead, here are the links!
And this just amazing...so of course it had to be actually posted.
Telephone
Love,
ALPHA
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