Hi. I'm Izzy. I'm 19 years old and live in Glasgow, United Kingdom. I'm innocent and the always the last one to get jokes. I'm currently a full time student studying Electronic and Electrical engineering at University of Strathclyde. I am not scared shitless of McGlone. I follow whatever and wherever life takes me. Funnily enough, I used to have an unhealthy obsession on Stripey but that's all in the past. Now, I channel that unhealthy energy of mine towards the guy who has a fake English accent. I accept drinks from strangers and cry without no reasons. I once fell flat on my face in a bar whilst dancing to Grace Kelly by Mika with Robert. I'm happily stuck in a lift with Max Thieriot. Welcome. This is my personal blog.




No One Messes With My Hair

Wow. Blog. Blogging. The last time I blogged was back in January. Why didn’t I stop?! I love blogging. And so much has happened since the last time I blogged on this. Anyway, fast forward June!

June. What a glorious month! The sun is shining brightly in the clear blue sky. Everyone is out enjoying the warm weather with couple of drinks and barbeque. Not forgetting topless men walking the streets of Glasgow, showing off their toned abs. What’s not to like about summer, eh?

My second cousin from my mum’s side stayed with us for a couple of days last week. She’s called Ruth Reeyau and is studying Mechanical Engineering in Germany. Yay, a fellow engineer. We had great times, finding out the dark secrets of the family.

It was Corinne’s 19th party on 28th May. We all went to Auctioneers for drinks before headed to ABC for more drinks. I was wearing a little black dress and Corinne had a striped dress on. For once, we looked like proper girls. We even took a photo of ourselves in dresses. Haha…


Me, Paul and Corinne, the birthday girl

In ABC, Robert and I encountered a girl who we then despised. She looked at Robert, her face was sour and said to him, “Are you Colin?” Robert said no and she shrugged. She then looked at me, “Are you Izzy?” to which I said yes and she threw her mobile phone at me and ordered me to speak to the person on the other line. She then kept bombarding Robert with questions before complaining to me about how much she hates the ABC club. Robert gave her the nickname, The Bitch for being all bitchy to the two of us. We later discovered that she fancied Reuben. We couldn’t help but making fun of Reuben. The girl walked past me as I was talking to the boys and placed her hand on the top of my head before messing my hair up. I was mad and looked at the boys, “That bitch just touched my hair. No one messes with my hair.” Then, she invited me to the dance floor but when I declared I was leaving for home, she gave me a massive hug before saying, “It’s been nice meeting you. I’ve heard good things about you.” It left me speechless. Ignoring the whole situation I had with the girl, I thoroughly enjoyed my night. It was such a blast and amazing to see everyone again after the exams. Seriously, who was that girl?

On Wednesday, I met up with my friends in town for an outing. Colin told us that Reuben pulled the girl – or the bitch, I and Robert called her – at Corinne’s party. Robert and I were shocked. How could Reuben do such a thing to Robert?! After all, he and Robert are in a relationship. An open relationship that they refuse to let me in. Talking of Reuben, the blonde guy has passed his driving test on that Wednesday morning.


Baby picture of Reuben. Shh.. he doesn’t know that I took this.

He sent me a message to say that he had passed the test and we went to Clinton’s and got him a card. We decided to not get him a present this time around. Last time we saw him, Colin, Robert and I got him a porn DVD, ‘Desperately Sexy Students 3 – Yes, Sir!’ of the Pound Shop and ended up watching it at his amazing penthouse. Haha… good times.

For the outing, we walked around Glasgow town, shades to shield the eyes from the sun rays, ice-creams and slushies in hands. Robert drove us to Glasgow Green. We had a wee picnic with all the food and drink we bought from Aldi.


Me with a bottle enjoying the sun at the park with Robert’s legs on the background.

Afterwards, we went to the Auctioneers pub for grill dinner. I had posh eggs and bacons grill meal. It was absolutely amazing. Shame I didn’t take a picture of it. Colin complained about the waiter for not talking to us. I didn’t seem to mind. The waiter was good-looking. And yes, he is the reason why I love the Auctioneers a little more.

The real truth of the return of my blogging is because of my cousin, Steffany. She has a blog of herself where she complains, talks and rants about everything that is going through her head. Reading her blog, makes me misses my own blog and the beauty of blogging, hence the reason for this return. Please check her blog out. She’s an amazing blogger and talented singer-songwriter with big dreams for the future. I am no where as ambitious as her.

Today, I met up with my flatmates, Steven and Stewart for couple of drinks. We went to the Wetherspoon. I was quite quiet for the first half hour as I was absolutely shattered from the outing the day before. But it was nice to see those two again and getting to know them better was essential as I am going to live with them this September. We have a little flat in Townhead, just behind the University library, so it’s not that far from the campus. Around 15-20 minutes walk. We were talking about getting a breakfast bar and a mini bar installed in the flat. And Steven fancied the idea of having a huge portrait of the three of us to put up on top of the big fireplace. I liked the idea. I stupidly blurt that I am good at frying and can make full cooked breakfast. The boys made me in charge of breakfast and demanded me to make a full cooked breakfast every Sunday morning. Seriously?!

Anyway, I’m just going to leave it there for now.

Random Questions of today:
1) Where were you 3 hours ago?
2) What are you listening to right now?
3) Who is the biggest gossiper you know?

My answers:
1) Just arriving home from town.
2) Paolo Nutini - ‘Jenny Don’t Be Hasty’
3) Me! Psst… have you heard about….