Thursday, February 26, 2009

How to learn to wear a sari

"I love wearing a sari, it feels so glamorous."


How I did it: A friend bought me a beautiful, light sari and when I found out that a party had a Bollywood theme I couldn't wait to wear it! 


I borrowed a sari petticoat (basically a cotton drawstring skirt) from my sister. I bought a long, light coloured top to wear under the sari, as I didn't want to show too much skin. I looked up on wiki-how how to actually tie the sari, and got my husband to look at the instruction to - so he could help.

It was a bit awkward to wear, but it looked so beautiful and felt so dramatic and glamorous that it was all worth it!


Lessons & tips: There are lots of ways to tie a sari, but here's the method I used:


Wrap the sari fabric around your body once. Fold the fabric into pleats of about 15cm each. Fold them over the waistband of your petticoat, tucking them in. (You can secure them with a safety pin first.) Drape the rest of the fabric over your shoulder and you're done!

Photo below that I took myself isn't a very good quality shot, but boy I had fun wearing that sari!


Resources: Wikihow


It took me 1 day.


It made me Bollywood-tastic!

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Book Review: A Spot Of Bother by Mark Haddon

I'm in a book club. Did I tell you that before? It's great, a fantastic bunch of girls, and we've read a different interesting book every month, lots of them ones that I wouldn't have thought of reading for myself otherwise. Our book last month was A Spot Of Bother by Mark Haddon. I was looking forward to reading it, because I really enjoyed his other book The Curious Incident of the dog in the night-time. (I ran out of steam on capitalising the first letters of the words in that sentence. Did you notice? But do you still capitalise each word when it's a really long title? Is there a limit? If not, should there be? Anyway.)

So, a few things stood out to me about A Curious Incident. (Firstly, aside: if you haven't read these books, please do. Both because they're fabulous books, and also because I may unintentionally let loose a few spoilers in this blog. Check back here when you've finished reading them.) Firstly, the main character is said to have "some kind of disability", this is mostly assumed to be Aspergers Syndrome. One of my cousins is mildly Aspergers, and reading this book really helped me to understand how it might feel, or look, from inside that kind of viewpoint. During a cursory googlesearch I found a review of the book by a boy who has Aspergers, and he seemed to quite like the way the story was told and the character portrayed.

In 'A Spot of Bother' there were a whole heap of different issues raised. Each character had their own secret, their own dysfunctionality, their own private motivations, and mostly they seemed inclined to keep them to themselves, which only exacerbated all the problems until they reached an inevitable conclusion. The character I want to focus on is George. George is described like this by Mindy Laube in an SMH review:

"an unobtrusive, middle-class, middle-aged man politely unravelling. George is a thoroughly decent chap who, in his desperation to avoid making a fuss, goes quietly, somewhat willingly, mad; his growing paranoia only becoming of real concern to him when it begins to look a little undignified."

Let me give you an example of George going "quietly mad". George is sitting watching television when
"someone unscrewed a panel in the side of George's head, reached in and tore out a handful of very important wiring.
He felt violently ill. Sweat was pouring from beneath his hair and from the backs of his hands.
He was going to die.
Maybe not this month. Maybe not this year. But somehow, at some time, in a manner and at a speed very much not of his choosing.
The floor seemed to have vanished to reveal a vast, open shaft beneath the living room.
With blinding clarity he realised that everyone was frolicking in a summer meadow surrounded by a dark and impenetrable forest, waiting for that grim day on which they were dragged into the dark beyond the trees and individually butchered.
How in God's name had he not noticed this before? And how did others not notice? Why did one not find them curled on the pabvement howling? How did they saunter through their days unaware of this indigestible fact? And howm once the truth dawned, was it possible to forget?
Unaccountably he was now on all fours between the armchair and the television, rocking back and forth, attempting to comfort himself by making the sound of a cow."

George has an anxiety disorder (my diagnosis!). As I was reading the book, at first I couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just snap himself out of it? So he's thinking things that part of his brain knows isn't true - well, why don't you listen to the part that you know is telling the truth? What's the point of making up bad things that might happen and believing them? Towards the end of the book I could see that George had no more control over where his thoughts were leading him than I would have over my reflexes of pulling my hand away from something hot. George starts hurting himself, to try to take his mind off his thoughts. It doesn't work.

A friend recently told me about how things felt to her when she was badly affected with anxiety. She said that she woke up in the middle of the night with the complete knowledge that her baby was going to die in around two minutes. Of course, her baby wasn't going to die, and didn't die, but that thought in her head was as irrefutable as fact. She also knew that if she used the microwave, it would blow up, if she would pick up a knife, she would cut herself, if she got in her car, she would have an accident.

Wikipedia lists lots of different types of anxiety disorders. But what I'm most drawn to is the para at the bottom about treatment. There are many ways to treat an anxiety problem, but it must be treated. Wik says:
"The choices of treatment include psychotherapy (such as cognitive behavioral therapy); lifestyle changes; or pharmaceutical therapy (medications).

Mainstream treatment for anxiety consists of the prescription of anxiolytic agents or antidepressants or referral to a psychologist. Treatment controversy arises because some studies indicate that a combination of the medications and behavioral therapy can be more effective than either one alone; however, others studies suggest pharmacological interventions are largely just palliative, and can actually interfere with the mechanisms of successful therapy.

Meta-analysis indicates that psychotherapeutic interventions have superior long-term efficacy when compared to pharmacotherapy. The right treatment may depend very much on the individual's genetics and environmental factors. Therefore it is important to work closely with a psychologist and medication provider who is familiar with anxiety disorders and current treatments.

A number of drugs can be prescribed to treat these disorders. These include benzodiazepines (such as Xanax), antidepressants of most of the main classes (SSRI, TCAs, MAOIs), and possibly Quetiapine."

So basically there are 3 ways to treat an anxiety disorder. With drugs, with behavioural therapy, or lifestyle changes. Someone close to me once had very bad anxiety disorder, and managed to change their whole outlook by changing their lifestyle - they starting exercising regularly, looked into natural remedies for depression, and radically changed their diet, to include a much greater proportion of fresh food and vegetables. Did this cure the anxiety? Not entirely, but it did help this person immensely, bringing them much further back into the 'normal' scope of being able to cope with day-to-day living.

So why am I talking about how to treat an anxiety disorder? Spoiler alert! Because in the end of A Spot of Bother, George basically cures himself, as an obliging contribution to a neat and happy ending. With only a "It was time to stop all this nonsense" George seems able to turn off the anxiety, and the book finishes, with the unstated promise that things would be okay from now on because he now wanted them to be. It's not that easy, it just isn't. And I guess I felt a bit cheated that Mark Haddon seems to go into such depth in what an anxiety disorder feels like from the inside, really working to cast aside the typical stereotype that it's an easy thing to just talk yourself out of, only to let the team down at the end and conform to popular misconeption. George has now decided. Oh, he's decided now has he? Well, if only he'd have done that before and saved us all the bother.

All in all, it was an incredibly gripping book. I just felt let down with the unrealistic ending, so all up I'm giving 3 stars.

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

How My Wonderful Sister Cheered Me Up On A Really Bad Day

From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:17 AM
To: Amy

Hey – why does Snoop Dogg always carry an umbrella?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:20 AM
To: Katy

Um...
I don’t know. Is that a legitimate enquiry or are you starting a really good joke?
I hope it’s a joke. What’s the punchline?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:22 AM
To: Amy


For drizzle!

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:25 AM
To: Katy

Ohhhh! Shazam!

What is Snoop Dogg’s favourite tool?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:27 AM
To: Amy


What what?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:30 AM
To: Katy


Da chizzle!!

(Er... chisel...)

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:31 AM
To: Amy

I like it.

What is Snoop Dogg’s favourite restaurant?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:36 AM
To: Katy


Ummmmmm... I don’t know, what!

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:40 AM
To: Amy

Sizzle(r)!

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:43 AM
To: Katy


Heh!! I like it.

Why does Snoop Dogg use conditioner??

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:43 AM
To: Amy


Why?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:46 AM
To: Katy


Fo’ frizzle!

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:47 AM
To: Amy


Damn that was good!

What did Snoop say when he tried on a pair of shoes?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:52 AM
To: Katy

Haha, it was wasn’t it.

I don’t know, what?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 11:55 AM
To: Amy



Thizzle do.

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:06 PM
To: Katy


Ahahaha!

What does Snoop Dogg eat for dinner?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:07 PM
To: Amy



Do tell!

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:08 PM
To: Katy



Spa-ghetto!

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:20 PM
To: Amy



What is Snoop Dogg’s favourite food?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:22 PM
To: Katy


If it isn’t spa-ghetto then I just don’t know. That is a tough question. What is Snoop Dogg’s favourite food?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:24 PM
To: Amy


A rizzole

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:37 PM
To: Katy


Ohhh, it’s obvious now really.

Why does Snoop Dogg have to run out for when he’s decorating his Christmas tree?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:41 PM
To: Amy



What?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:44 PM
To: Katy


Fo’ tinzzle!

(Did you geddit? Tinsel? Yeah.)

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:48 PM
To: Amy



That was a good one.
Okay I have a lame one now.

Why did Snoop go to the bathroom...
________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:50 PM
To: Katy



Oh oh.
Why ever did Snoop go to the bathroom?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 12:52 PM
To: Amy



To pizzle.

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:06 PM
To: Katy



Hehehe – I actually didn’t see that one coming.

Why didn’t Snoop want to eat his steak?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:08 PM
To: Amy


Why?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:09 PM
To: Katy


Because of da grizzle. (true story)

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:51 PM
To: Amy



How did Snoop Dogg hurt his foot?

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:52 PM
To: Katy



How? How did he hurt his foot?

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:54 PM
To: Amy



He stood... on a thizzle.

________________________________________
From: Amy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:55 PM
To: Katy

Hehe.
I’m out. I have nothing else now. And the internet doesn’t either, because I’ve asked it. Do you mind if I blog these jokes? They’re brazilliant.

________________________________________
From: Katy
Sent: Wednesday, 10 September 2008 1:59 PM
To: Amy



Please go ahead, and claim them all as yours. We have cake now, what fun!

________________________________________

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

Some info

A few things that you ought to know but perhaps didn't before last night.

* if someone is diabetic and they have too much insulin in their system, they will go into hypoglycemic shock. To stop this you need to give them some sugar very quickly - like honey or jellybeans or chocolate. I did hear once that bananas are a good source of sugar, but that was from some random Adrian Edmondson/Rik Mayall tv special, so possibly that information source is suspect.

* if a hypo is bad enough, one of the first things that happens is the persons heart will start racing. So if the diabetic person is asleep, this will wake them up and they can get some sugar, or tell you that they need it.

* if they are tired enough, they may not be able to wake up to tell you that they need sugar, and in this case they will slip into hypoglycemic unconsciousness.

* (From: wikipedia ) Unconsciousness due to hypoglycemia can occur within 20 minutes to an hour after early symptoms and is not usually preceded by other illness or symptoms. Twitching or convulsions may occur. A person unconscious from hypoglycemia is usually pale, has a rapid heart beat, and is soaked in sweat: all signs of the adrenaline response to hypoglycemia

* (From: www.diabetesaustralia.com.au) If a person with diabetes is unconscious, drowsy or unable to swallow THIS IS AN EMERGENCY.

* when you call 000, the first person you talk to is just an operator, they will ask you "Police, Fire or Ambulance?" you reply just one word, and they will transfer your call to the appropriate service.

* when calling a call centre, the best thing to do is listen to the questions the operator is asking you, and answer only those. They know best what information they need to give you the best help possible, and in what order they need it. They don't need you giving them useless information like how scared you are, and asking them what will happen, that will just delay the help you are calling for.

* if you have called for an ambulance, the 000 operator will stay on the line with you until the paramedics arrive. This is so they can monitor the patients progress, and feed back any information to the paramedics so that they are up to speed when they get there.

* (From: www.diabetesaustralia.com.au) Here’s what needs to be done:

Place them on their side making sure their airway is clear
Give an injection of Glucagon if available and you are trained to give it
Phone for an ambulance (dial 000) stating a ‘diabetic emergency’
Wait with them until the ambulance arrives
When they regain consciousness, given them carbohydrate to maintain their blood glucose level.

* after a person suffering a hypo has had a Glucagon injection, it can still take between 15 and 20 minutes for them to become conscious.

* the paramedics will stay with the patient until they are satisfied that the patient is alert, and will not slip back into unconsciousness. They test this by testing the patients blood sugar over a 5-10 minute interval, making small talk and perhaps asking them questions about recent events.

* the patient should have something to eat - preferably something with slow acting carbohydrate sugars, such as a sandwich, or perhaps some left-over fruitcake from a wedding.

* the diabetic person will be extremely exhausted, and will most likely fall back to sleep very soon after the episode.

* in Australia you are charged $290 for an ambulance call out. There is also an additional charge of $2.62 for each kilometre the ambulance has to travel from its base station, and back to its base station after your call out.

* the invoice will be posted to you generally within approximately 3-4 weeks.

* despite the cost, it is important to remember that you have done the right thing.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

इम्मिनेंत नुप्तिअल्स!

Oh crikey, the heading has turned to Arabic again!
Story of my life.
Well, not things turning to Arabic, that's not exactly the story of my life, I hasten to add, because that would be a wierd story. And mostly illegible, from my point of view.

Anyway, today has been a good day!

item: the team bought a chocolate cake for me for morning tea (I had to share it with them but I did get quite a large piece!)

item: my fiance showed up at my work at lunchtime today with a bunch of pink roses

item: he had also, unbeknownst to me, picked up my engagement ring from the jewellers where it was getting polished, and gave it back to me

item: I found 5 bucks on the street (wahoo!)

item: it is my last day at work before my holidays

item: my holidays include such events as
a) my wonderful friend Michelle visiting from London
b) my wedding
c) many, many cupcakes
d) more members of my family that you can poke a stick at
e) honeymoon in a mystery resort in sunny Fiji
f) fantastic amounts of wedding presents from our registry scheduled for delivery the day before I have to go back to work

So all in all, not a bad Tuesday I feel.

Have fun til I get back, photos soon!

Friday, July 11, 2008

रेलाक्सेशन टेच्निक़ुए

The title should read: "Relaxation Technique"
For reasons known only to blogger, and surely mostly to add to my stress and confuddledness, it has chosen to write itself in Arabic, and will not change to English.
*sigh*

Feeling stressed out? This technique has worked for me. Give it a try and let me know how it goes for you.


Picture yourself near a stream.

Birds are softly chirping in the crisp cool mountain air.

Nothing can bother you here. No one knows this secret place.

You are in total seclusion from that place called "the world."

The soothing sound of a gentle waterfall fills the air with a cascade of serenity.

The water is clear.

You can easily make out the face of the person whose head you're holding under water.

Why lookie there... what a pleasant surprise... It's the person who caused you all this stress in the first place.

You let them up... just for a quick breath... then ploop!...back under they go...

You allow yourself as many deep breaths as you want.

There now... feeling better?

Monday, June 02, 2008

I didn't know what to call this post, but I want to tell you about waxing. Yes, it's a tricky thing to talk about - but it is a random blog, so you know, it was bound to come up eventually I guess. I don't want to make it a... er, how do I say this? a provocative post at all. Because waxing, even though it does involve getting a fair amount of your kit off, is not in any sense enjoyable. At all. I'd like to make that as clear as possible. Let me see if I can give you a sense anyway.

Okay, so picture this. You're shown into a little room with a stretcher bed, (like you get in a hospital) a little table with large pots of steaming wax and lots of little paddle pop sticks. The wax is usually bright fun colours, like bright blue, bright green, hot pink, and paddle pop sticks come with nothing but good associations - so so far it seems not so bad!

Depending on what you're having waxed, you might need to strip off and put a little terry towelling velcro robe on, which leaves you feeling quite exposed, vulnerable, and usually a wee bit cold.

So, the beautician (waxician??) then tries to make some small talk, you make a self deprecating joke about how long it's been since you were last waxed, and how you hope she's seen worse, and she (if she's a good sport) agrees that yes of course she's seen worse, and to make you feel better usually chips in with a story about having to wax an unusually hairy man who was akin to something from the zoo, so you feel a bit better about yourself and relax.

And then you remember that you are relatively naked and entirely exposed and about to have astonishing pain inflicted on you, for which you are entirely to blame as this is a voluntary activity, and you remember that relaxing is not what this situation is about.

When she first puts the wax on, it's actually a bit of a nice feeling. It's warm, which is nice because you're getting quite chilly by now in your little robe. If you're having your legs done, she'll put a thin layer all the way from your knee to your ankle, and then your upper thigh down to your knee, and it feels a bit like having a very long, very warm sock. Which is nice! And then you remember. You remember why it is that it has been so long since you came. It hurts! The pain comes back to you! And just like that first calm slope on the rollercoaster where it dawns on you that the big drop is coming soon and there is no option for you to get off at this point - you realise that there is no way you can stop the pain that is about to commence. You tense your muscles as she pats the wax to check if it's dry enough yet. You breathe in, squint your eyes and hold your breath.

It's not dry yet.

She puts some more wax on somewhere else instead and pats that for a while.

Your stomach muscles are clenched, your hands are pressed hard (but flat) against the table (because you wouldn't want her to see how terrifed you are, for some reason that would be even worse) you clench your toes in anticipation, and then suddenly WHAM! A streak of white hot pain erupts into flame along your leg, she puts her hand on the area and presses down, and then it's gone just as fast as if it had never happened.

Phew!

"That wasn't as bas as I was expecting!" you mumble in a jolly tone. She just mm-hmm's non-commitally, she's heard other girls say the same thing before. All of a sudden she turns into a whirling dervish of candy coloured wax, paddle pop sticks and pain. Spread, rip, spread, rip, spread, rip and pause. Repeat, repeat, repeat.

And that's just the front of your first leg. And that's before you've even gotten to the other more sensitive areas that you'd decided to leave til last.

You try to relax your face muscles, press your hands back down against the bed, and gaze off into the distance or focus on the air conditioning vents on the ceiling - pretend you're not there, pretend the pain isn't still blossoming (Spread, rip, spread, rip, spread, rip and pause) try to remember why you thought it was a good idea to come here again, mentally add up how much you're paying the nice lady for torturing you, wonder how it is that someone would want to do this for a living - and then all of a sudden you're done. She's putting some moisturiser on your red inflamed skin and then leaving you so you can get dressed in peace. You put your clothes back on, they stick to your skin where the moisturiser went, your hair is messed up from lying down. You hobble out to the front of the salon and then hand over money, (money!) for the pain you have just experienced, and then continue on your merry way. Red, sore, exhausted, and with less maney than you started out with - yet oddly satisfied.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Amy likes to...

Fun net stuff. Anna from Little Red Boat has tagged the internet at large to continue this meme. What you need to do is go to google, type in your name, and "likes to" and then copy and paste the results. Well, I love google, and I love googling my own name, so this was a tag too good to resist! It turned out to be even more fun than I'd thought it would be.
So let's see how many of the results were applicable...

Amy Likes To Go Rrr. Not entirely true, and this result came up quite a few times, which leads me to think that there are a few interesting Amy's out there.

Amy likes to search for bird nests and look for animal babies of skunks and raccons and deer and foxes. Not ringing even slightly true I'm afraid.

Amy likes to keep things fun while still covering serious questions. Yeeeesssss... lots of serious questions being covered here ;-)

Amy likes to do all sorts of things. She has fun at just about everything that she does. Not true. I am currently At Work at the moment and not having as much fun as I could be if I were say, at home in bed. Or at the shops shopping. Or at Hungry Jacks eating a large Whopper with cheese. Or canoodling with my fiance. Or, in fact, practically anywhere else, for that matter.

Amy likes to laugh, see sunsets, and eat Kansas beef. Hah, that is an interesting Amy! I mean, any girl who lists eating beef (and not just any old beef, it obviously has to be from Kansas pardner) in her Top Three deserves some respect!

Amy likes to tease other guys on this site. Hmm, hope not.

Amy likes to add a little Wellbutrin to an SSRI. Ah, yes, well, who wouldn't? I mean, you wouldn't want to have an SSRI without Wellbutrin would you? Sch!

Amy likes to imagine herself as a rock star. It's like google sometimes has a direct window into my brain. (Or perhaps I forget to put the blinds down sometimes when I'm belting out the Robert Palmer classics into my hairbrush at home? Possible.)

Amy likes to be called "Lady Fantastic". Yes, that oculd be my rock star name. Love it.

Amy, likes to sit in her cardboard box and watch while people (and bears) are making food in the kitchen. Well I do like to watch people make food, especially if there's a chance I can eat some of it. Not sure about what sort of food bears would make. Although upon reflection, if it was honey based, I wouldn't mind that.

Amy likes to ponder phsyics, like how does the Atom expand and why. Oh yes, many a long afternoon is spent whiling away the hours pondering such mysteries as atoms and physics and suchlike. /sarcasm

Amy likes to kick stuff in her spare time, which she expresses by playing soccer. Yes, but my ultimate goal is to take that passion for kicking things and make it a full time job, rather than just something I do in my spare time. "So what do you do?" "I kick things. For a living." "..."

Amy likes to spend time with her husband, Jason, and her son and bonus daughter. Bonus daughter? What the?

Amy likes to knit, prepare for and endure marathons across the country. I don't want to endure ANY marathon, and especially not one that requires you to knit to prepare for it!

Amy likes to let rip once in a while. Um, wellll... possibly, but never in company ;-)

Amy likes to dance, sew, do yoga and gives high marks to friendly men who can roll with the punches. That's a pretty diverse list of interests. Not sure why I would be punching those friendly men, but at least I gave them some high marks first to soften the blow, yes?

Amy likes to joke that hers is the only wedding she's been to with a "Don't Feed the Animals" rule. Hah! Yes. There's room for a good joke there but I'm still preoccupied with why I was punching those friendly men.

Amy likes to focus on the elements of a wardrobe that are vital, effortless and timeless. *sigh* I would love to be able to do that. Sadly I get sucked in by colourful, sparkly, impractical impulse buys from SES, Valleygirl and Target (oh Primark, how I do miss thee) and have a low quality wardrobe filled with pieces that don't work with each other and dissolve after the fifth wash, but not before dyeing all the other pieces an interesting shade of pink, blue, grey or a tye-dye combo of all three.

Amy likes to talk about fish. Um, true. But not around Sarah.

Amy likes to kiss and tell. Half true!

Amy likes to feel the burn. False?

Amy likes to play pretend. True.

Amy likes to do it. Pass.

Amy likes to shoot. False.

Amy likes to shop. True.

Amy likes to win. It is my raison d'etre, my reason to live.