The Wanted at F.O.S... aka Call me Mrs George-Kaneswaran-McGuiness

Before we begin this post, I shall warn you that this was not posted by funny, awesome and highly intellectual Jenny but it was posted by silly, excited, mindless 16 year old Jenny (What can I do? The Wanted bring out my inner child!). Good morning bloggers and welcome to the The Wanted miniseries starring the ever so handsome Nathan Sykes, the ever so naughty Jay McGuiness, the ever so sexy Max George, the ever so gorgeous Siva Kaneswaran and the ever so boring Tom Parker. Yes, Wanted fans, I have done the inevitable and I have met the naughty boys yesterday at F.O.S (www.facebook.com/factoryoutletstore for their offers/contests/and whatnot). The journey there was definitely worth it and I missed all my evening classes just so I could meet them. Despite the huge crowd we were able to make it to the middle lane and made some new friends along the way. How amazing! So less talk and more photos. The photos are not really that good but they were the best that I could take and from the angle I was in but... Enjoy!

The ever so naughty Jay McGuiness with his cute unruly curls.

The boys (Tom Parker, Max George and Jay McGuiness).. all chummy with their fans

When they were leaving the store

Siva Kaneswaran blowing me a kiss... oh  SIGH!!!

The Wonderful boys. Love you guys!

True to life posters of them outside the store

2/3 of my fave boys! :)

I spy with my little eye... Jaybird! and Maxxxxxx

The final product... their autographys!

a very satisfied customer aka MOI

Those were what I could take at that time and regardless of their turnout It was amazing! I really enjoyed seeing them. BTW, our conversation went like this (trust me, its imprinted into my mind like a tattoo):

Nathan Sykes:  Hi, hello there love! are you alright? 

Me: *Nodding like a mute ape* Mhm

Nathan Sykes: That's great! You're so cute! and I love your shirt! 

Me: *Stupidly saunters away nodding* Thanks! 

Siva Kaneswaran: (Smiles for the first 6 seconds) Hello beautiful! How are you? 

Me: *dumbfucked expression* I'm Good *clears throat* thanks! 

Siva Kaneswaran: That's great! We love you yea! You got stunning eyes! 

Me: *does the Mambo Number 5 in her heart*

Tom Parker: (Can i just skip this part? Not much conversation happened anyway)

Max George: Hi lovely! How are you? You've got such beautiful eyes! 

Jay McGuiness: I love your eyes! They're so beautiful, hey Siva (beckons Siva) look at her eyes they're beautiful.

Siva Kaneswaran: So beautiful! Aww. she's all shy now. Hahaha 

Me: *So dumbfucked I can't do anything but smile shyly at them*

Max, Jay and Siva: See you later then! Bye! 

I swear to God, that was how it happened. I really wish they allowed us a picture with them, that would make my day even better! And the best part of the whole day was that SIVA KANESWARAN touched my hand when they exited. Now that is truly amazing. If they ever happen to stumble upon this blog (fingers crossed), they have to know that: 

"You guys are amazing, you really sing well and your all of a different character. Max and Jay, you make the best tag team naughty pair and you're both so animated! Siva, you have the most amazing jawline every and i love the structure of your face too! Nathan you are so friendly wonderful and very cheerful and its hard not to love you! Tom, no hate bro... you are amazing in your own way just not as communicative as the others. Again, thanks for making my year. (Jay, please keep those curls xx) I love you guys! Keep making music! XOXO"

To my readers i apologise or this 16 year old child in me but she's uncontrollable and I promise to let her have this one post ;) So I hope you liked the photos. I have video of their entrances and their exits too which I hope to upload onto YouTube soon at my channel @nottychickz65 or @jennyramo. Whichever. So just look out for that ;)

Mobile Blogging: 7 hours...The Wanted and Mo' Help

7 more hours until I get to see The Wanted! And yes I am as excited as Octavia Spencer when she got that job in that movie The Help (honestly though, to me that was the second movie that made me weep like a virgin who just lost her... Well... Virginity ). Speaking of that movie, I heard there was a sequel and that it was called The Help 2: Mo' Help.

Haha. No I'm just kidding. That was the spoof version by Shane Dawson who is this (almost within reach of a celebrity status) video blogger and comedian on YouTube and I swear by his videos. But more on that later when I do my post on YouTube reviews which will talk about the three blogs that are also my Holy Trail of humor.

So to sum up this very awesome mobile blog (CAN YOU BELIEVE MY MOBILE BLOGGER FINALLY WORKS! AFTER WEEKS OF TRYING TO TET IT FIXED I FINALLY GOT IT TO WORK WITH THIS ACCOUNT. AND WHY AM I STILL TYPING IN CAPS?) OH RIght, just disabled caps lock.

Ok so now that I have mobile blogger, I promise to update my blog and to post live blogposts... Ok fine sometimes.. lol. But I will definitely post my update on The Wanted!

Until then, au revoir, chicos and chicas.

;)

The Phone Age..The Life cycle of a Teenager's Cellphone

Hello readers. If you're expecting some travel and living documentary about the ergonomics and engineering of a cellphone then you're lost. This is definitely not the blog for you. This post is concerned with a very recent purchase that I made of a brand new phone (a certain HTC One series phone). So that got me thinking... why not write a blog post about our first phones and their slow transitions. I remember the days when I was in High School... Cell phones didn't really become a trend until we hit the 9th grade. That was when they became all the rage and those who owned one were the envy of others. Back in the days (the 1990s to be exact), only the rich kids owned a cellphone and cellphones that time were heavier that a brick (looked like a brick too) and they were the perfect revenge weapon (self defense too! Just give him one and he lands the top  spot in the emergency room). Trust me, for those who are unfortunate enough to be born in the 2000s, the phones were super huge! And the most popular brand was Nokia. For a little visual aid, just look at the monstrosity that we considered 'cool' back then!

These babies were thicker than some of our waistlines back then. It was ginormous! But being without one was like choosing to be a social pariah. That time my dad did not believe that "kids my age' (I was 12... -_-) should own cellphones (which didn't stop him from throwing his at our faces whenever he had the chance). His 'rational argument' was that, "Children like you should focus on your studies so that you can get into good collages after that. Not spend time SMSing your friends and boyfriends (he gave me a very evil eye at the word 'boyfriends')". Oh, Puh-lease dad! Like the college thing ended up great anyway. So during those two years, I was literally categorized into the social pariah group in the 7th and 8th grades. We were the sullen ones who mooned in the corner because we couldn't join into conversations that involved phrases like "text", "replied" or "credit".

Then from the 7th to 8th grade onwards it was all about camera-phones with high megapixels and that was when Sony Ericsson butted in and rocked Nokia's world. Everyone literally ran to the stores to purchase the latest phone with the highest megapixels and resolution (this was also the time that the "duck-face" photo pose was invented). The conversations transitioned from "He didn't text me today, what should I do?" to "How does this picture look?". All the social pariahs were now upgraded to loser status. Luckily for me and not so luckily for them, i officially resigned from the League of Extraordinary Social Inadequates and joined the League of Super Trendy Cellphone B*tches. Taking photos was the bomb! Everyone was so into it until it became an outdated thing and suddenly smartphones were the schizz.

And trust me, smartphones were not so great looking back in the days...they were large, bulky and weighed more than some of us these days. This was the time for Palm Pilot to shine. they were the biggest manufacturers of smartphones and they made teenagers around the world plenty happy. their Then Blackberry realized that they could also win this game... tenfold and so they cam,e up with their own version of the smartphone... one that allows another user of the same smartphone to chat for free, without any cost. Hence they devised the much thinner and more delectable QWERTY smartphones.Faster texting that is enough to outrun Usain Bolt and (finally) replying speed that is enough to give Michael Phelps a run for his money.

So then qwerty pads started to get annoying because they made this irritating clicking sound and they replaced it with the even more annoying touchscreen. the touchscreen then was not equivalent to the touchscreen now because the touchscreen then enabled teenage girls to outgrow their nails so they can be long enough to tap the screen with. This resulted in the threshold of annoyance, the redundant tip-tap-tip of girls on their cellphones. I believe this was also when O.P.I Nail Lacquer companies made their profits. Then loudmouth mothers and annoyed fathers complained to the phone companies and they finally came up with non-nail-responsive touchscreen phones (aka. they were more silent). They were also admittedly thinner, faster and kept you connected to the world!

So I believe that smartphones are not only a liability but they have made our generation-and I quote in meme terms- le stupid. Instead of making communications easier they have made our wallets emptier and our Facebook/Twitter/Instagram/Kik more annoying. But still... who doesn't want a phone that is way smarter than them, eh?

And that, kids is how the mobile phone has evolved throughout time. Thank you all for tuning into the Tech Savvy and the Technology Illiterate show! I'm your host Jenny and we'll see you in a few days!

xx

The Wanted: I Definitely Want Them!

Hello Bloggers! T'is a great day today for me and it continues to be a great day as well. Why? The title says it all. Yes that's right, The Wanted have finally docked into my current town and I cannot stop acting like an overexcited 15 year old girl with a crush on her gym teacher (ew...). Remember my previous post (click on this link to see it) about The Wanted finally having their concert and that I would be going? The former was indeed true (except for the part when the concert has been changed from the 18th of September Tuesday to the 17th of September which is TONIGHT, Monday) but the latter has changed. Tickets were sold out pretty fast thanks to my procrastination and my lack of  great time-keeping plus my over zealous confidence

that I would definitely get a great ticket towards the end. 

But thank GOODNESS Universal Studios felt sorry for us and provided an alternative for those who really wanted to see... erm.. The Wanted.This opportunity comes in the form of a meet and greet tomorrow (18th of September 2012) with the lads themselves (flesh and bones baby!) and getting our The Wanted Posters/Limited Edition T-Shirts/Albums signed plus a photo snapping session with them. Oh how delightful for us cheapskates! 

So for now my world is content as I know exactly who I want to take photos with... *ahem* and those are... MAX GEORGE and JAY McGUINNESS! (Yes, they are the hottest and the best members of the Wanted and I am totally devoted to them :D ). So at the end of the day, I get to meet The Wanted, get my things signed and I have the opportunity to snap a bit of Jay's hair and use it to my voodoo advantage.. MWAHAHA! Just Kidding... (or am I...?) 

Wanted pictures will accompany this post really soon. 

xoxo

Of Men and D*cks

Picture this scenario. One fine day you open your Facebook account and voila you get a not so anonymous inbox from this too cute to be true guy. In a state of shock and bewilderment,u freeze for a few seconds before responding and then it transforms into weeks of Skype-ing, Kik-ing, Whatsapp-ing and other forms of communication. Everything goes perfectly fine until he ruins the whole situation by suddenly bringing the focus of the conversation to his d*ck and its qualities and special name (trust me, some pervs actually name their wood). This is what boggles me about some men: Why in the world must the conversation always be brought back to how impressive or big your d*ck is? I know this is hard to believe, but not all women are interested in those petty details. We responded to your inbox because we want to know more about YOU not your best friend Willy! 

I mean, you dont hear us diverting the conversation back to the size of our boobs or the weight and fullness of them. Good Morning readers! Today's blogpost is inspired by a very recent conversation i had with an anonymous reader of mine. He came across my blog and had a lot of questions regarding my previous post titled Sh*t boys do before asking a girl out so he emailed me with the email i provided in my biography box and suddenly it became a daily thing. So admittedly we had been chatting for almost two weeks now and from asking for dating advice it became questions related to the size and length of his d*ck. Being a smart girl, I was immune to this disgusting convo and immediately categorized him under my SPAM (happily knowing that his message will definitely be deleted in 10 days if I dont read it). That boys is a definite conversation killer. 

If you think that by selling your 'goods' to a girl you like is going to get you a date with her, then you are most probably wrong. 'Goods' have expiry dates, so remember not all girls respond positively to such requests. Asking a girl if she wants to know how big your wood is and then answering your own question before she answered it will cost you a ticket to Loserville together with a lifetime pass at embarrassment. Guys, before you actually think of doing some PR for your p*nis, imagine talking to her in person and you suddenly whipping out your d*ck! Trust me, that situation is horrible. So in future, its not all about your d*ck guys, she likes you for your personality. Period. Have a nice day doowops! 

With Death Comes Fame: RIP Michael Clarke Duncan

Hello readers! Please be shocked that I'm actually playing Obituary and posting about a death of a celebrity (something I never really do unless I'm looking for some publicity for my blog.. which isn't what I'm doing now). On Monday the 3rd of September, news that 54 year old actor Michael Clarke Duncan had died was ignored for that day and the twitter messages hash-tagged-RIPMCH and etc. started flooding in the day after which I find pretty stupid. Over the years, I have noticed a certain Fame-after-Death pattern when it involves celebrity deaths.  I mean, I don't think I'm the only one who noticed this pattern. It seems that when you die, the can of worms is suddenly open. Everybody suddenly remembers who you are and all of a sudden you're way mor popular in your death than when you were alive. For instance, when Michael Jackson was alive, the only thing anyone ever remembered about him was "that time his nose fell off in public", not his wonderful music (prior to his 'accidental' skin bleaching**). Or when Vincent Van Gogh was alive, I bet people referred to him as  "that crazy geezer who was so hungry that instead of buying beef jerky, he ate his own ear jerky" but when he died suddenly everyone's rushing to squander millions of dollars onto his artwork that looks like he was painting them with his feet. 

Now with Michael Clarke Duncan dead, everyone suddenly remembers him as "that guy from the Green Mile" and not "that huge creepy black guy from Daredevil" or the more famous "guy from the green Mile whose fame was recently overshadowed by that creepy 50 year old who married that underage blonde bimbo". For those of you who are still missing the point, Michael Clarke Duncan  has passed away (Ad his wife is Omarosa** from The Apprentice). Michael Clarke Duncan from the Green Mile, your time has come and you will be greatly missed. We wish you well in the afterlife and I hope that you meet your Maker. RIP. 

**Rumor has it that according to Michael Jackson himself, the reason why his skin turned out the way it is was that he was burnt so bad that the 'only option' was to bleach his skin. (I'll believe that when Anderson Cooper suddenly announces that his gayness was a joke and that he was really straight this whole time.)

**Omarosa was the embarrassing African-American woman who was a contestant on The Apprentice (Donald Trump's way of saying "I'm too lazy to personally find some employees so I'm gonna let the suckers fight for the job by making a game show and plus I'd rather comb my toupee") and talked way too much. I apologize for her annoyance on and off the show. ut on a more serious note, our deepest condolances. 

xoxo

My New Fashion Blog

Hello readers (and stalkers from other countries!) How are you all? This post is to notify you of my new blog which will be solely dedicated to fashion. This does not mean that it will be the demise of this   very interesting and sassy blog. It just means that I have provided an alternative blog for you all to read when it comes to dealing with grueling topics such as what shoes to wear with which outfit or what beauty tricks are the best for your skin type. This blog will be updated every two days (and I mean it too!). So buckle up, get your Louboutins ready and enjoy this blog! The official post for this blog will start on the 28th of August so stay tuned! 

>>>>>>>>CLICK HERE FOR MY FASHION BLOG<<<<<<<<

Welcome to Gaynesia!

Good Morning readers and stalkers from around the world! Today's blogpost is inspired by what I noticed around me in these recent years. The sudden rise of gay men in today's society is simply alarming. Wherever I turn, there's a gay guy checking out my outfit. Its like the whole world has suddenly become a whole new Gaynesia! Back in the days when the slightest indication of being gay was immediately rewarded with a hole through the brain (an ancient gay antidote), being gay was the biggest shit anyone could get themselves into. Nowadays, being gay is like eating a bag of Doritos and nobody gives a crap. Another inspiration for this blog was the sudden announcement of the coming out of the CNN news anchor Anderson Cooper and the discovery that Matt Bomer (the blue-eyed, brunette hunk of the show White Collar) is (that's right) gay. Sorry to crush your hopes and dreams ladies, but i just had to reveal it before any disappointments later ensued.

The most common stereotype of gay men is that they are fashion fanatics and love glitter. That they also love going on shopping sprees and love to hang out in groups with more girls than guys.Little do people know that nowadays if that was what gay people really were based on that stereotype then every guy who hung out with groups of girls, or who loved to dress well is considered gay. How retarded and stupid is that? Just because a guy dresses well, likes to take care of himself and shops at high end, quality stores doesn't mean that he is a bonafide GAY. He could be uh... I don't know... METRO-SEXUAL? 

What bothers me the most is that society tends to paint a picture of a perfect gay this way. This is even more annoying because we don't even know what the word GAY means anymore. People are confused about the meaning of the word gay no more than they are confused with the spelling of necessities (double C or S?) The word 'gay' itself has evolved from meaning 'happy' and 'cheerful' to meaning 'a person who prefers someone of the same sex'. A gay person is someone who likes his/her own gender. Period.  And its not like its a necessity for gay men to be feminine in nature. Some of my acquaintances who recently became gay are the manliest men I know. You don't have to be feminine to be gay. Likewise, you don't have to be gay to be feminine. 

In the case of females who are gay, its the same. There are some females that are very masculine in nature but they prefer the opposite gender. Its safe to say that gay women haven't really been distorted or imprinted as masculine in nature by the media into the brains of the citizens. In conclusion, this post was to contribute to the vocabulary of our media influenced society by clarifying that 'gay' is not the same as 'gay'. Needless to say that I do NOT support gay people, and I do not approve of gay marriage. Its something completely unnatural and disgusting for me. Think about this, if everyone became gay, how will we reproduce and continue to live in this world? My philosophy is: if you want to be gay, be gay, just not around me. 

PS: For those who feel mildly or insanely insulted by this post (especially the gay community), remember I did not insult anybody or defame anyone. I'm actually doing you a favor by explaining to society the difference between being gay and acting gay. You're welcome, bitches. 

xx

Sh*t Guys do Before Asking a Girl Out

So there's this girl in your class and you see each other everyday and even talk to each other on a daily basis and sometimes she's the main character of your wet dreams boys, but you still go numb and stutter like a typewriter when it comes to asking her out. What the fuck is the problem? You like her, you're within stalking distance of her... go for it! The mistake that some guys make when trying to ask a girl out is by approaching her at a really bad time and expecting her to give a positive answer and instead get slapped in the face with an immediate rejection. Or another mistake they make is they WAIT UNTIL THE TIME IS RIGHT. Uh... did Christopher Columbus fucking wait until it was "the right time" to discover America? Or did Andres Iniesta wait until the game was over to score the winning goal for Spain in the World Cup? (Yes, I do know something about football...) NO! You know what? Let me list down all the mistakes made by men/boys when it comes to asking a girl out. 

MISTAKE NUMBER 1: ASSUMPTIONS

A very common mistake made by guys before asking a girls out is that they tend to assume her relationship status instead of doing the sensible thing and uh.. investigating! The most common assumption is that because "she is too beautiful to be true she must have a boyfriend", or that "she's too pretty to be with a guy like me". Just because a girl is pretty doesn't mean that she should automatically have a boyfriend (unless this is some new trend I dont know about hm...). She could be all hot and shit but she's single and ready to mingle! So before assuming that she has a hunky, Chris Hemsworth type boyfriend (oh swoon...), do the most sensible thing and investigate! Ask her friends and all that and get what you're looking for! Likewise dont assume she would never go for a guy like you; she might have a queer liking for guys like you or you might even be her type so stop acting like Alvin the Chipmunk on Advil. 

MISTAKE NUMBER 2: WAITING

If there was a penny for the number of guys who wait for a girl to make the first move or wait for the right time, I would be a fu**king millionaire! Too many guys fall into this category and the statistics show that these guys are f*king idiots for doing so! I mean, seriously? If you wait for her, its like waiting for the next Halley's Comet to pass by. And most people dont know this but according to a research conducted by yours truly involving her very willing friends and colleagues, the attractiveness of the one you crush on has a scale. the longer you wait for her, the less attractive she becomes and the more likely your interest in her will waver and diffuse onto someone else (usually someone better looking). 

MISTAKE NUMBER 3: WORD RAPE

"Uh.. hey [insert name of love interest here]... Uh, I think you're really pretty... and so gorgeous. You have really nice hair and really pretty lips... would you, like to go out with me sometime?" This line will be rewarded with a large IGNORE sign and the privilege of being number 1 on her list of people to avoid. 

"Hey babes... I couldn't help but notice how beautiful you are. Your lips make Angelina Jolie's look like a man's, your eyes remind me of [insert compliment here], your body has more curves that a crinkle cut fry, your sexiness...[continues with more compliments]" You wouldn't be better off with this line either. This would get you a one way ticket to I DONT KNOW YOU town which is right next to LOSERVILLE. These two lines are just a pea in a pod of lines which are referred to (in my terms) as word raping. Its like raping her with your words and then subconsciously forcing her to agree to go out with you to repay your favor. She feels like you're attacking her with your lips, like you're raping her with your compliments. Many guys tend to do this not realizing that you come off sounding fake and that you just seem like a player. 

[Word Raping: (noun) The act of bombarding someone with an Everest of compliments and making them feel obliged to reciprocate your "kind words" in any way.] 

And the worst and perhaps the deadliest mistake any and all guys usually make is....

MISTAKE NUMBER 4: CONFIRMATION
This is when a guy immediately confirms that just because the girl of his interest has glanced at him on several occasions, she (OMG) likes him! Dude, calm your balls. She could've glanced at you for just that reason- its a freaking glance and probably doesn't mean anything at all! Or maybe she spotted something utterly disgusting on your face and keeps glancing to check if you have noticed and are making any effort to get rid of it. There's a difference between a glance and a stare- Google it. Because of this most guys tend to rush into it and ask a girl out without even confirming that she likes him back.

So readers those are the top four common mistakes that most guys tend to make when asking a girl out. Physically. In the eve of next week, i will post a similar post but it will be related to online dating. Stay tuned and don't f*k around!

XOXO

 

The Stalker Series: Ian Somerhalder

Hello folks! Today has been a marvelous day and I hope that you have all been well these past few days! As promised, Chapter two of The Stalker Series will be continued in today's post and of course Ian Somerhalder! Oh, the things I would do to mutilate this man if I were ever alone with him cannot be written in blog form. He is the finest of the fine and he is the smoothest of the smooth. He is hot, sexy, witty AND *gasp* he is a HUMANITARIAN!!! He has his own humanitarian and earth saving foundation named The Ian Somerhalder Foundation or ISF (you can check out more on them by hovering over the name and clicking on the link that will take you directly to the website itself) and this foundation is based in more than 50 countries and boasts a membership of hundreds. If any of you are interested, in the website itself there will be information on it. So more on the sexy beast himself, he looks like he was assembled on a golden tabletop and engineered with the good bits of every human being and perfected to the T. I mean, if he came up to me right now all ragged and shit and asked me to marry him... my answer would definitely be yes! So for those illiterate fools who do NOT know how he looks like (I cannot begin to fathom how...) and for the viewing pleasure of those who DO know him- here is the amazing IAN SOMERHALDER!!! 

Super Hot

My first encounter with this fine being was when he was a temporary addition to 6 episodes of Smallville that was eons ago! Our eyes met when he was mournfully awaiting his death on the streets of New York while being pitifully covered with scabs and looking very baux-eyed. I couldn't help but sink into his beautifully colored eyes and relish in the cries of help that escaped his beautifully carved lips. Then our next encounter was when a new series called Lost was introduced. Our love affair continued until the producer decided to do the unthinkable and killed him off. That was when he was gone, gone, gone... Then, God felt sorry for me and decided to reunite us in the new series the Vampire Diaries. It was a blessing in disguise for me (and a million other girls) as we finally had someone worth looking at in any series (with the addition of other co-stars too). 

What's there not to like about Ian? he's like the perfect guy wrapped in one! Sadly, rumor has it that he is seeing his Vampire Diaries co-star Nina Dob-bitch (hate her!) and like all Hollywood romances the life span of this one is bound to be shorter than Miley Cyrus's new haircut. Btu since we all love Ian, we wish him all the best in life and love and we hope to see him acting for a long time to come :) So next week on my stalker list is hot, sizzling and really, really... discreet? and starts with a H..... N........ .

Stay Tuned.

xx