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Sunday, September 4, 2016

The Stalker Series: Jason Momoa

Hello there wonderful readers and the whole wide world and welcome to another installment of The Stalker Series featuring you resident hulking barbarian long haired throat pulling bad boy... Jaaaaason Momoaaaaaaa. Yes, that's right. That guy who play your lovable Dothraki brute on Game of Thrones (Spoiler alert: He's dead). Same guy who played Conan in the latest movie remake of Conan the Barbarian. And (for those who were born from 1999 onward and still pretend as if they are 90s kids) also the same guy who played Hawaiian surfer Jason Ioane in Baywatch back in the late 90s. 

Ladies, (and men), let us take a moment to appreciate this beautiful creation. I mean, I could have him do chores around my house... shirtless... simultaneously doing the Haka and eating pop-tarts while at it. There is just something about him that just screams "Manly Man". SO brute-ish, bulky, effing gorgeous and so... rough looking, so RAW. Not to over glorify him but he is indeed a stunner.

I first came to know Jason Momoa in Baywatch- back when he had short hair- and looked really young and not a bulky as he does today. For those of you born from the late 90s onwards might not know what I am talking about but hey, that why Wikipedia exists- to remind you that the 90s did exist and people did have funky looking hair and TV was a mess of shows with terrible opening theme songs but again, what does this have to do with Jason Momoa? Nothing. Absolutely Nothing. 

Jason then made some appearances in small not very mainstream movies and tv shows and had a starring role back in the days in a notable little TV series called Stargate where he played Ronon Dex (Ok, honestly speaking, I had no idea he was ever in Stargate until my boyfriend mentioned that to me because A. I was way too cool to be watching Stargate & B. I was way too cool to be watching Stargate). Recently he made a big break by landing a pivotal role in the acclaimed HBO TV show Game of Thrones as Khal Drogo. Not only did he impress the masses with his barbaric slurs and violent encounters with not just his antagonists but also his love interest Daenerys, but he also managed to be relevant in Hollywood again by being cast as Aquaman (yes the ocean superhero often seen in green and yellow tights) in the DC live action movie cum 2018. 

He's also made a small appearance in this years. Batman vs Superman and will make an appearance in the upcoming Justice League movie in Nov 2017. Jason has come a long way from being that hot surfer teenager in Baywatch to being a world acclaimed and sought after actor in Hollywood. Not to mention the fact that he also creepily looks like that WWE wrestler Roman Reigns (they could pass off as long lost twin brothers)!


Now, as the gracious blogger that I am I will be supplying you with, for your viewing and stalking pleasure here are his social media pages for you to perv and leer at all his posts and photographs:


Ladies. You're welcome ;)

Saturday, February 27, 2016

Healthier Alternatives



Hello whippersnappers and too-cool-for-school readers of mine! Oh? Well I can understand that confused expression on your faces as you read the title of this post. That's the same look everyone gets when they encounter the "H" word. And even worse, I have contracted the... sudden affliction to be... *gulp* healthy. Indeed I have joined the health wagon an decided to make some necessary health changes to my diet. Wow, diet. It's been a while since I heard that word. Well this calls for a little selfish backstory chronicling my weight episodes back in the days.

I was always a slim kid. I grew up thin and was very boyish figured up until the day I became a woman and then these inadequate pillows grew on my chest. That was when the curves started to appear. I have a fear of being overweight mainly because I believed no one would love me or find me attractive if I was overweight and it was this fear that made me observe what I ate and made sure I maintained my 50kg figure up until I was done with university. The last time I was on a proper diet was back in 2013 when I discovered that my hips had increased a little and made the bottom half of my body slightly disproportionate to the remaining upper half. And so I successfully weighed 52 kgs by the middle of 2014.  August 2014 saw me gaining weight and by the beginning of 2015 I weighed more. From that point onward I have gained a few more kgs and that is what fueled my decision to kill the fat and start 2016 healthily. (Well that and also wanting to fit into a smaller bikini for that beach vacation I'll be taking later in the year)

My boyfriend Cody** believes that I look great just the way I am, but then again, I feel like I need to cleanse the terrible spirits that have been in my body for a while. All the junk I've been eating need to be flushed out and dissolved into oblivion. Which is why I will be embarking on a full body diet cleanse starting from the 29th of February 2016. Now as of any other diet out there, It is important to do a trial run to determine if this diet is good for me. Hence, I will be conducting this trial for 30 days and by the end of 30 days, I will determine whether I am getting any results from this diet or perhaps I should move on to a better one. 

But what kind of diet would I be doing? Well with today's fitness obsessed craze going on, there are tons of different options when it comes to diets. Out of all those attractive choices, I decided to do a juice fast which is essentially me living on juice. How do I plan to implement that? Why, with this daily schedule consisting of juicing 3 times a day everyday. IF I feel hungry, I'll snack on fruit. This is of course with light exercise (i.e power walking, some 30 minute runs on the weekend) as I wouldn't want to lose my ASSets and boobs too. 

There we have it. The perfect plan for me to love 20kgs and reach my dream weight. 

All that's needed M.O.T.I.V.A.T.I.O.N. 

Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Zoolander 2: The Review

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Hi there, ye who came across this blog as one of the search engines pop ups  after searching for "Zoolander 2 free online streaming" (cheapskate!). After years -literally years-since my last movie review, I have decided to rekindle this dying category and do a review on a movie I watched exactly less than 30 minutes ago... Zoolander 2, starring, Dumb, Dumber and Moron.
For those of you who remember, there was a little known movie that was released in 2001 (*GASP* 15 years ago!!) starring Ben Stiller, Will Ferrell, Owen Wilson and a slue of other actors called Zoolander. This move was basically about a materialistic and non-intelligent male model Derek Zoolander who took the fashion world by storm with his similar exactly the same I mean seriously all these looks are the same "various" looks aka Blue Steel  and Magnum to name a few, while successfully stopping the evil villain Jakobi Mugatu from killing the Malaysian (?) Prime Minister and taking over the world.


Zoolander 2 is all that minus the Malaysian Prime Minister and the addition of countless numbers of guest celebrities making it a mess. The first movie was really funny and served the purpose of entertaining the audience. Sadly, I can't say the same for the sequel. Talk about the over excessive use of celebrities! Every scene in the movie had a familiar famous face! Even Penelope Cruz, who I assumed went extinct with the dinosaurs, resurfaced as one of the lead characters! The plot of the movie basically revolves around Derek Zoolander having to save his (fat) son's life from the evil Jakobi Mugatu who escaped from prison in the most ridiculous fashion- yes a maximum security fashion prison.

The movie starts off with news of Zoolander being old news and irrelevant in the fashion world especially after his ill named learning center was destroyed due to poor maintenance resulting in teh death of his wife. He then disappears from the world and lives in exile somewhere. One fine day he receives a visit from Billy Zane who convinces him to model at a runway show by Mugatu's beau Alexanya who looks like a human version of diarrhea. So he teams up with the Hansel of lesser fame and get humiliated during the show. Zoolander and Hansel are then approached by B-list actress Penelope Cruz who also works for INTERPOL and are hired to help catch  someone who has been killing off the 'beautiful' people in the world including Justin Bieber (who dramatically gets shot at the beginning and dies after choosing the right Instagram filter for his selfie) to get the fountain of youth in their blood. A couple of feel good moments get thrown in and Zoolander now pledges to look for his son...

... who turns out to be less "cool" than he expected and also is the fountain of youth. As the movie progresses, we find out that Mugatu has been in cahoots with human diarrhea in kidnapping Zoolander's son, literally fattening him over the years at some makeshift orphanage just so that he can sacrifice him to a materialistic fashion designer cult (consisting of famous names such as Alexander Wang, Anna "The White Witch" Wintour, Tommy Hilfiger and several more). So in the end, the whole fountain of youth ideology was made up by Mugatu who simply wanted to gather all the designers in one place and kill them including his nemesis Zoolander's son. Nevertheless more revelations ensue as we find out Alexanya is actually Milla Jovovich fro the first movie, Mugatu's pet poodle is a dummy and Justin Bieber is a terrible actor. 

Overall I'd give the movie my personal rating of 5/10 simply because too much has been done to try to make it funny. Excessive puns, the overuse of celebrities and terrible jokes are the main focus of the movie. Zoolander is a far better movie than Zoolander 2, period. If you are thinking of watching this movie, then I'd recommend that you watch it in the confines of your own home by your illegally downloaded copy. 



Monday, February 8, 2016

Valentine's Day Through The Years


Ladies and Gentleman. Females and Males. Sons and Daughters... it is that month of the year! The month that makes men sweat as they try to figure out how to please their missus. The month a man spends his entire salary on just to make that perfect date. The month containing that infamous date, the cruel and notorious.. February 14th, aka... Valentine's Day! *Shudders* [Insert sharp thriller killing scene soundtrack of your choice here].

Yes, February is the month of love and I remember back in the days when I loathed Valentine's Day and this was largely due to the fact that I was mostly alone and boyfriend-less and standing in hotel corners hissing at happy couples as they pass by. Ok, fine I didn't hiss at them... I scowled at them. It displeased me greatly to see the tall, leggy women prancing around with their boyfriends laden with ruby red roses. But now, I became one of those ladies... well I'm still working on the leggy part but you get the picture. 

Before my college years, Valentine's Day was pretty shitty for me. Being that girl with the gap in her teeth, no one wanted to date me. In our school, we had this secret admirer bullshit in which if you had a crush on someone in your school, you could send them secret chocolates, cards or whatever sweet item and it will be delivered to them instantly by the "cupids". Here, you could either go bold and reveal your name on the tag or be mysterious and keep your crush guessing while building up their self esteem that someone actually like likes them. Well unfortunately (actually, fortunately for me because none of the boys were my type during Valentine's Day), I received no such thing. SO Valentine's Day did suck for me in high school. 

Fast forward to my college years when Valentine's Day was slightly bearable because I wasn't the only one without a boyfriend or a crush to receive heart shaped gifts from. I had a score of friends who were my army of non-Valentines and we gloriously showed St Valentine the middle finger.... until the next year when I landed myself a boyfriend. Those girls were dead to me as soon as I bagged myself a mister. I know, I know, sisters before misters but screw that, I had someone who could give me roses and a nice dinner and gifts. The problem was that we started dating after Valentine's Day and have broken up before the next one, so dammit, there went my chance. 

Few years after that I was on an anti-men campaign and refused to date, mate or relate with any man until I was thirty. I frequented bars with my close friend, and we had more fun focusing on ourselves than being concerned with happy couples and roses. During those years, Valentines Day was a myth for me and all this love that was spread around and apparent in the faces of the youth at the malls was an illusion. Nothing could make me like Valentine's Day ever again... well until now. Now that I have met the guy of my dreams, my concept and expectations of Valentine's Day have shifted. From fancy dinners, expensive gifts and whatever materialistic romantic crap they showed in the movies to just having the person by your side watching a pirated movie and eating chips off our chests constitutes the perfect Valentine's to me.

I have ceased to be the Ebenezer Scrooge of Valentine's Day and have become more accepting of it. Admittedly, all I ever wanted- despite the shows of hatred and dislike for the day- was to have a memorable Valentine's Day with the right guy by my side. Luckily for me, that will be true in every sense of the way in a  few days. I hope this post inspires you to take the initiative to actually enjoy Valentine's Day this year and the coming years too. Anything you'd like to share about Valentine's Day in general or your personal experience with Valentine's Day? Hit me up in the feedback form below and Hopefully I can get the 3 best ones into my next post. 


Sunday, January 17, 2016

...2016 So Far

Hello there readers, stumblers and even you, who randomly stumbled onto this blog after searching for something totally unrelated. and welcome to 2016! I mean, can you believe it's already 2016? I am still writing 2015 whenever I date something down (and then hastily complete the gap in the number 5, making it a 6). Time has really flown so fast and so much has happened to me the end of 2015 entering 2016. All of these occurrences have been both personal and professional, also things that could've been avoided or not. Now let's proceed to what has happened to me in 2016 so far in the form of this very precise and straight to the point list:
  1. I got sacked , relieved, left, it's complicated from my job,
  2. I made a huge step in my relationship history, 
  3. I now have more options to look at.
I got [it's very complicated]from my job 
  • Well the source and cause of this is rife with mystery up until now but somehow I am trying to understand the core component of this. Based on the facts that I have received that led to this, I was unfortunately framed for a "suspicious" activity within the company which led to my recent dismissal from work. Alternatively I have  *Cameron, the same one mentioned  the post before this , who has held a grudge against me since I decided it was better for me to leave anyway. Actually, I don't understand why I am stressing so much about this, this came at about the same time I wanted to voluntarily leave and now with this and recent events happening in the company actually confirmed that it is a great choice for me to leave. Yes, my work permit will get cancelled and yes, I will be unemployed for a while before I can bag the job of my dreams. 
 I made a huge step in my relationship history
  • I always love talking about my relationship because it's the only thing in my life right now that's going very well. *Cody and I are doing very well,  thanks for asking, and as I write and post this we are currently in our eighth month together. This LDR is going very well, better than any of us expected and we always make time for each other. Like every couple, we do have some misunderstandings and some small arguments but we are able to gloss over that successfully and move on, learning from that. So the huge step that I took is that I visited Cody in Germany. Why this was a huge step is because I have never traveled so far to see someone I love who wasn't related to me. I was in an unfamiliar country, an unfamiliar environment, an unfamiliar culture and all this was novel to me. I. LOVED. EVERY. MINUTE. OF. IT. It was very eye opening, not just because I had the gallant opportunity to live with his parents and family but also to experience the German life. This huge step was essential to me to see where he comes from and the first step to immersing myself in his culture. 

I now have more options to look at
  • And those options are: a new and snazzy job and/or finally pursuing my Masters degree in Germany. Alright, before you raise your eyebrows so high they literally join your hairline... I have decided to pursue my Masters. Fine, I know previously, I said that I would rather manually remove each and every one of my teeth with any painkillers before I ever thought of doing my Masters but, but, but, you guys! I realized that you do need a Masters degree not just to elevate your educational status  but also to give you the opportunity to learn something else. This revelation I admit came about a few months ago and since tuition free education exists, I figured, in my current financially deprived state, I should go for it. Back to the job part, I landed an interview with a young, budding company in online media advertising after speaking to the founder & CEO on Facebook. The first interview went very well and she was impressed with my manner of conversing down to the design of my CV which she admitted stood out from all the CVs she had seen. I have also landed a second interview with her this coming week which I am looking forward to (will post updates about that in consecutive posts).
So ultimately 2016, you have been a major BITCH with constant PMS.  I have had good times with you and bad times too.  I know it's only been 17 days so far but, cut me some slack, man. 

As of now, what I wish from 2016 are Prosperity (in Love & Life), Good Health, Personal Growth, Surviving 2016 with memories and surrounded by fantastic people. 2016, show me that this is my year! Happy New Year to all of you (Yes I'm late, the world won't end)!

 ** Names have been changed to protect the identity of the person and frankly it's none of your business. I mean, why should you know? How will that add to your life? Huh? Huh?

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

When People Push You to The Limit aka I HATE My Job Part II

Limits. Hm... that's a very restrictive word isn't it? It's something that restraints oneself not to extend beyond that. And that's precisely why it was created- to remind the fools of the world that there are certain boundaries that a man cannot overstep nor can he go against, else that would turn on the vapid beast within the other. There are many instances that can lead to the release of the vapid beast but pushing someone to the limit is definitely one of them.

Hence, the motivation for my post today; I was pushed to my limit by none other than my own boss. Before I venture further into how this came to be, I would like to shine a light on my work relationship between my boss (let's call him *Cameron) and I. Now Cameron and I have been working for more than a year now (circa 2014) and we have worked very well together up until very recently when Cameron confessed his love for me or rather his need to have a more in-depth relationship rather than a work relationship with him... which I flat out said NO to because a) I'm not some cheap slut who sleeps around with her boss to progress further in her career, b) I'm fully committed to, respect and love the man that I am with right now and c) I'm not stupid. 

Looking at how things are between us right now i.e. not talking to each other unless we have to, Cameron doesn't seem to take this well at all. He's basically acting out like a five year old kid who was denied the pleasure of going to the park to play. He's begun to treat me rather unfairly and has also begun to show his.."true colors". In fact it has even come to the point whereby he is taking me off my current project and placing me into one of the worst projects in the office right now. I have argued, rebelled and even came so close to give in my one month's notice. And then I ended up making peace with it because my hormones are forcing me to go on a rampage and I was susceptible to making very poor decisions. Then today comes the clincher... he nonchalantly asks me to give away all my contacts for this current project to the person who will be replacing me. 

...Which...I am definitely against! Why the fuck would I hand over my effort and my money making sureties when I'm being pried off the project. Fucking no. And to think that I just came back from a meeting whereby his alternative was, you either give her your expectations or move to a different department. Which is fucked up and makes the blood boil under my skin. I cannot imagine what a two faced motherfucker he can be! I have done nothing but support him with every project we have done. I have helped make each and every project successful with my effort and this is how he repays me? Are you fucking kidding me? If there was ever a time when I wanted to quit this job, now would be the best time to do it. It's almost as if the universe is motivating me through environmental mishaps to Q.U.I.T this job. 

Now I am literally stuck with 3 choices:
  • Move to that horrible department with much lower pay and a tyrant for a boss, 
  • Give all my leads and expectations to the woman who will be taking my place, 
  • QUIT (once and for all)
Audience, you have all followed my tales of folly and occasional misfortune, help me decide. The last option is really tempting but alas, where would I go after this? Nonetheless send me your opinion of the matter in the comments box below and help me decide! 

Friday, October 9, 2015

Long Distance Relationship

Hello movers and shakers, ladies and gentlecreatures and welcome to OCTOBER! A new month warrants new experiences, posts and new laughs. So far... 2015 has been an amazing year for me. I met the love of my life, made some very good new friends and have somehow progressed job-wise. Nonetheless, the first half of 2015 breezed by freaking fast and then here we are, it'd October. October...how I'm going to grab you by the balls and make you mine! Now one new experience for me this October will be experiencing for the first time in my life... A Long Distance Relationship (i.e. LDR). 

If someone came up to the old me 4 years ago and asked how I felt about a long distance relationship, I would honestly say defiantly and with the utmost confidence "Hello No!". But when faced by the same question at this moment I would say "Hell yeah!". Wanna know why? Because I have found my soulmate. I am in love with someone whom I want to make this work for. The fact of the matter is that long distance relationships scare me. A lot. I have this paranoia and fear that I would be seen as uninteresting, or he might have second thoughts there and leave me or even worse... we might drift apart. Well FUCK no. I won't let that happen at all. Nontheless, the fear still exists within me. 
So yesterday was the day I bid goodbye (not forever) to my boyfriend who had gone back to his native country of Germany upon completion of his 8 month internship here. It was the best and worst day of my life. Best because I got to spend the whole day with him by my side, worst because it was like watching half of me walk away. It was also very emotional at the airport with me bawling my eyes out (I even had to go into emergency not-the-right-moment-to-wear-pitch-black-shades moment) and I continued to cry when I left the airport and read the birthday card he wrote me. I also wrote him a super long letter detailing (not all but 50 percent) of how i felt towards him and our relationship which made him sentimental. He did have tears in his eyes when we said our goodbyes at the airport which me me feel like protecting him from the big bad world. 

And so as I write this post, I find myself in an LDR sitch. And this is only day 1 of about 70++ days until I see him again which will be a HUGE challenge. It will be so difficult but my love for him will make me strong enough to wait for him. And besides, luckily I live not in the Stone age but the age of technology and innovation which presents various opportunities to keep in touch with  each other aided by the internet. This is something we plan to fully utilize. Our everyday texting routine will continue and we will have weekly SKYPE sessions. Also, we plan to spice things up with... Skype movie dates, book reading days and various fun activities that will keep our love alive. 

Guys, LDRs aren't easy at all. In fact, they can be very hectic but it all depends on communication and commitment. I know it's only the first day and I don't know how It would be the coming days and weeks, But i believe that I can make something happen! I will make it work. We will make it work. 5 months in, eternity to go baby. I hope to post more regularly now as I have been neglecting my blog far too much. I'll make it a point to post one post per week. Hopefully that works out too.

To cap it all off, when you love someone you will always find a way to make it work. Oceans, seas or land won't be a barrier at all. 


Thursday, September 24, 2015

El Oh Vee Ee (Baby Don't Hurt Me)


No. Not a review about that one song that made Haddaway popular. Also not a a Hallmark epic about how I found the love of my life on a fine sunny day. Erm.. close. Hello future Hemmingways and Thatchers! Welcome to another long awaited but lazily postponed post detailing the misdemeanors and adventures that are almost non- existent in my life. Today's installment is about love. Or as I like to call it, El Oh Vee Ee. I know it has taken a while to fully understand but I finally get it. I get why artists are so adamant about expressing their undying love for their unknown interest. I get why people are weak in the knees when they're with the one they love. I get why epics were written about them. I also get why people kill for the ones they love.

Ladies and gentlemen, I am in love. Not with myself, but with an actual human being that has limbs, walks and talks and breathes. After the failed... 2 relationships that I've had before (Bosnian guy & German guy), I never thought I would ever let myself succumb to a man. After those two experiences, I never really bothered with men ever again because they were all evil in my eyes and I was better off alone. But now... things have changed. My faith in men has been restored. And the person responsible for this feeling that I literally can't explain is  Cody**. I explained how me and Cody came to be in this post. As you all know, I am not the most expressive person. I'm not your regular Sally Fulloflove or Linda Lovemore. But with this guy, I transform into those two and even more! 

He has positively influenced me and made me understand what love means. So in my interpretation, love is the feeling you have when that person's happiness automatically becomes yours. When that person's achievements make you proud. When that person can't be imperfect in your eyes and will always set the highest bar for everyone else. When you can't get enough of that person. When you still get butterflies even though you are comfortable with that person. When even the sun's warmth cannot match the intense warmth you feel when you think about or are near that person. Love is also much more than this. Everything is intensified.  Love also knows no color, just the beauty of the soul. The best part about love is when it's being reciprocated on the exact same level.

Look at me. If I compared myself to me 3 years ago, we would be two different people when it came to how we felt about love. Man, some people can either f**k love up for your forever or restore your faith in it. Cody was that guy who restored it for me. And the only thing I want right now and for the months, years and centuries to come is for Cody to be a part of them. 

In conclusion, I hope this post wasn't too modern Shakespearean for you and that this would give you something to think about in the coming future. If you'd like to share our thoughts on the topic of love, scroll to the absolute last part of this page and you will see a form filler. Fill in the details and the questions and I will do my absolute best to answer them and even feature them here.  Until then, to infinity and beyond!

 ** Names have been changed to protect the identity of the person and frankly it's none of your business knowing the real name

Sunday, September 13, 2015

A Job I Hate

Hello and tally ho everyone! Sorry for the long hiatus but I was seriously deciding between what to post first and every time I wanted to get to it, something came in the way! But now that I have all the time in the world I'll get straight to it. 

I hate my job. It sucks. It's terrible. I despise it. But why, O, why am I still in it, you ask? Because of the money. There I said it. It's because of the money. Plus, I'm in no position to choose the job of my dreams as I live in a country whereby I do not have the liberty to choose the job I want because not every company wants me (with my super duper cool qualifications too!). To be honest, If I wasn't in this job, I would not have any means of survival, I would not have the money to support myself. 

That's the thing. Sometimes in life we can't choose the life that we want or the job that we want. Sometimes you have to make do and struggle with what you have right now. My moral principle in life is to do something, but to do it well aka excel in it and failure is something that I can't handle. I just have to excel in this job too. Let's just say that the job is terrible. Honestly, what I do is something beyond my tolerance nor is it something beyond my interest.

The job I'm currently in involves selling. It can be craftily described in a variety of ways but at the end of the day, It's still selling. No matter how much sparkle you add to it or how much polish you glaze over it, it's still FUCKING SELLING. And I dislike it. So much. Sometimes I literally want to just walk out in the middle of operations and never come back again. If i could, I would. But I can't so I shan't. Basically several reason could contribute to the overall terribleness of this job. Number one would be the targets. The targets that need to be achieved monthly by the salespeople are quite unrealistic especially in the respective, relevant market.

Secondly, the projects that we are selling. I'll be very fair to say that we do seldom sell projects that end up selling very well... and then we sell projects that end up not making ANY sales. Why? Because a lack of proper research has been done.  Think about it. Why would anyone keep signing up for the same event organized annually if the content has barely changed over the years? Or why would they sign up for an event that contributes nothing to their overall professional development.

At the end of the day, this job is my only source of income and hence I will have to do it well in order to achieve results. Secondly, my job options are very limited. It's not like I'm being headhunted for jobs right now nor is my CV receiving any appraisals from employers. Nonetheless, with the support of my family and my friends and boyfriend, I won't give up. I will land that dream job working for Anna Wintour (or Andre Leon Talley... he's nicer). i will become someone someday. 

And so the conslusion is... I. Hate. My. Job. 

End of.


Sunday, June 14, 2015

Finally.

Dear ladies and gents, whores and s'mores, bears and beavers and men and women, I am very happy to announce that after more than 5 years of being uniformly single... I am now multiple. Just kidding. But really the God of Bad Relationship Luck can remove their unkind curse on me because baby I'm in a relationship! I have found Him. H.I.M. He exists in the form of my wonderful boyfriend Cody**- who's German by the way. There, I said it. I have a boyfriend. Read this and weep stalkers!

As of right now, I am in a state of bliss. Things are going too well. I have an active relationship. A hot boyfriend and I'm just in a good place right now. Many of you are wondering how, when, where, how and (maybe) why this came to be. Well beautiful people, I shall bestow upon you the privilege of knowing how this came to be. It all started on this wee lil' dating app which will not be mentioned here.

So what happened was that we started text-ing each other to the point that we agreed to meet in person. To be honest I had my doubts about him at the beginning; he barely had any except for one photo of his (barely visible) face, his description was hilarious but a little suspect as well and I just wasn't comfortable or ready to meet him yet. So because I already had plans with my best friend R*, I just combined both our outings into one huge group outing. So at the end of the night, not only was he better acquainted with me but also with 6 other people.

The next night we also went out in a group and frequently started text-ing each other after that. Then came a point on Sunday when he asked me out on an exclusive date- exclusive as in just me and him- that coming Friday and let me tell you it was UH-May-ZING! It was by far one of the best dates I have ever been on in 2015 thus far. I literally couldn't control my smiles around him after that. I couldn't stop thinking about him after that either. And we both couldn't stop text-ing each other after that.

This feeling that I currently have towards him is just immense and amazing too. I honestly have never felt this way for anybody in my life- thus far. And the best part about this is that this feeling is being reciprocated-TENFOLD. And trust me guys, it's great to know that someone is out there who actually misses you and actually wants to be with you. Fantastic.

We've both agreed to take this to the next level... being Nutella mates. Just kidding! We've mutually agreed to do whatever we can to make this relationship last for long. This is unlike the others I've bee on. This is serious. So serious that I'm so scared that this might all be a dream which I will wake out of someday and only hope it would be real. Except it's not a dream. It's my reality.

Finally.