Haha, seriously?

This post was inspired by this bucket list. Thank you to the extremely lovely @not_friends. I also stole a thing from her list. I didn’t think she’d mind.


I’m one of those people that needs goals. I need something to work towards. I know there are underlying issues behind it, but this isn’t the place to go through it (…yet. Hahaha).

Anyway life is short and I want to experience everything the world has to offer. Yep, everything. Everything, everything, everything. But I’m realistic enough to know that I could live a thousand lifetimes and still not experience everything possible. So why not narrow it down to a list that of things that I would regret never doing?

Behold, my bucket list (in no particular order):

1. Buy a Hermes bag (The Kelly, maroon, alligator skin, silver fixtures)
2. Dance at the top of the Eiffel Tower at night while the lights are on
3. Go to Egypt and climb to the top of a pyramid, enjoy the view, then climb back down and not get caught
4. Learn the words to the national anthems of both of my countries
5. Drive an Aston Martin very fast on an open road and live my Bond girl fantasy
6. Accept and be at peace with myself
7. Wear an outfit that makes me feel beautiful
8. Meet my grandfather
9. See an NFL game live
10. See a football game in Europe or England
11. Dance at Mardi Gras
12. Write a book
13. Go to New York
14. Spend a day on a beach in Brazil without hyperventilating from anxiety
15. Commit to spending my life with someone worthy
16. Own a first edition of a classic novel, preferably a book of fairy tales or Les Liaisons dangereuse by Choderlos de Laclos but I’m open.
17. Buy a boat
18. Skydive
19. Celebrate Christmas Day and love every single moment of it
20. Go to Machu Picu

Writing this last was quite…illuminating? I realised that it’s generally more important for me to feel something than it is to do something. If you know me then this insight probably explains quite a lot of my actions.

Yes, I want to own a Hermes bag. Is it silly? Quite possibly. But I’ve had that particular bag picked out since I was 12 and damnit, I will have it! It’ll bring me so much happiness and accomplishment and I’ll probably spend days stroking the material of the bag while crying silent tears of joy.

Others seem superficial, such as buying a boat. This actually harks back to a promise I made to my Dad. He loved being on the sea and living on seafood. He loved it more than anything and I was the only one of his children to inherit that. When I was very young and he was happy, we would joke about buying a boat and living on it. He’s gone now, but the dream lives on. I’m getting that damn boat and I’m naming it in honour of my Dad.

If I die while doing any of these, I hope I go instantly and while doing numbers 5, 18 or 20. Let me go out on a high.

At the end of the day, these are the things I would regret never doing. Many of these I’ve dreamed of doing or having since I was a little girl. Some I’ve learned that I need to achieve or do in roder to feel like I’ve made use of this life. Others are on there because it would be a helluva rush and I’m always chasing that feeling.

Whatever happens, it should be a great ride.

Wait, you’ve never spent the night dancing around to Moonlight Lady by Julio Iglesias with a man who makes your heart sing in an apartment that’s only decorated with fairy lights while drinking Sangria and singing and crying from laughter and sheer happiness??

YOU HAVEN’T LIVED!

I can now cross 10 of these of the list and it’s only May.

THAT’S HOW YOU WIN AT LIFE, KIDS!!

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The best thing about having a blog is that I can write what I like, when I like. Because it’s my blog and I’m not using it to fund my livelihood (…yet. Hahaha!). So this means I get to write about things that I give a damn about without thought of an audience. Usually it means I use this as an outlet to work through things. In fact, that’s how this whole thing started - as an outlet to get through a rather shit time in my life. At the beginning of last year I remembered that I had a twitter account that I barely used. This was mostly because I didn’t really get it. As a result, I decided to challenge myself and throw myself into the medium to see what happened and if I’d eventually understand it. What eventually happened was that I used twitter as an outlet to get through a rather tumultuous time in my life.

I’m reporting back over a year later. It’s been quite an experience and has been a rather fab and, dare I say it, essential part of my life during that time. I’ve found out tips, tricks and recommendations on a variety of subjects. I’ve won beauty products, wine, food and vouchers. I’ve watched a community pull together in the aftermath of a tragedy. I’ve made amazing friends who’ve been incredibly supportive and bought some real joy and sparkle to my life when I needed it most. I love those guys.

There have been some real down-times too. I’ve done embarrassing things that I’m still reminded about. I’ve experienced the weird high of getting 100+ RT’s and the abuse that followed. I’ve met people who seemed nice online and were rude in person, then subtweeting assholes online. I’ve been upset and let down by situations that held so much promise. I’ve been hurt and in tears over things people have said to me or about me or even done to me. Those times really sucked.

But overall, the whole experience has been quite positive. The good times have far, far outweighed the bad times.

1. People are the same everywhere, whether it’s online or in person. It’s a generally accepted rule that an online persona can be very different from a real-life persona. A quiet, shy and rather nice person can be one tough motherfucker online. The girl who is generally ignored and not hit on can escape online and try to morph herself into some seductive temptress. But above all, everyone is the same. It’s generally not hard to see what people are really like. If you become involved in Twitter for long and heavily enough, your persona will slip at some stage. People will see you. People are just as transparent online as they are in real-life.
2. There is no substitute for authenticity.
3. There are “Nice Guys” there too - those bastards are everywhere! They are also to be avoided like the plague. For reference, actual nice guys never advertise that they’re nice guys. Actual nice guys don’t finish last. I’m talking about those other “Nice Guys” who rush to defend or reply to everything you write. What I’m really saying here is, there are creeps here too. Don’t give them your phone number or any of your contact details, don’t meet them in real-life, but if you do, make sure someone knows where the hell you are and will come get you. Don’t be stupid when meeting people. 
4. It’s personality based. Your pic may attract people, but your personality will keep them coming back.
5. Good looking girls will always be popular. In real-life and online, forever and always. People are attracted to pretty. Make peace with that already.
6. You will find your niche. If you put the work in, it will reward you ten-fold with a group of people that you can happily talk with at any time and who even seem to like you. It’s a great feeling.
7. It is absolutely possible to make friends on the internet. Anyone who thinks otherwise needs to break out of their narrow mindset. It’s possible to make friends anywhere! Twitter people are real people with real feelings and real emotions, some of whom you will like enough to strike up a friendship with. How awesome is that?
8. Just as it’s possible to make friends, it’s possible to lose them too. As it is in real-life, so it will be online.
9. There’s no such thing as ‘deleted’ on the internet. I can’t emphasise this enough. If you tweet something or put up a picture that you may regret, then it’s out there forever. Yes, someone will find what you’ve written or a damning pic you’ve put up. Yes, you will be judged by it. Be prepared to stand by everything you put up there or don’t put it up at all. In other words, don’t be a stupid fucking idiot.
10. It is what you make of it. Your TL is unique to you and is something you control. If you don’t like it anymore, change it up! Too much negativity? Either hange your outlook or change your TL. Or both. Take a break. Don’t blame the medium for losing it’s sparkle. After all, you’re the one who controls it.

At the end of the day, this is no substitute for a real-life and connections with real people. It is however, a really nice complement to it and a great way to kill time while on public transport. It’s not dangerous, it’s not scary and it won’t wreck your life unless you let it or use it that way.

It’s just social media. Just have some damn fun with it!

I miss you, Raro. Coming back soon, I promise xoxox

(Source: kiwifashion)

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This weekend I was told a story which, although I’m kind of ashamed to admit it, because holy shit is it ever obvious, is kind of blowing my mind.

A friend of a friend won a free consultation with Clinton Kelly of What Not To Wear, and she was very excited, because she has a plus-size body, and…

I wish I’d known earlier what I know now after reading this. 

Celebrities have everything tailored to fit them. Everything! But they never speak about it.

They do, however, speak about the diets, workouts, natural this and that. But actually looking good in that outfit, the secret is tailoring. 

And we never hear about it. 

I want you to think about the consequences of this. Too hard? That’s cool, just read the article

Sometimes it’s possible to take a look at pop culture and weep at what humans have inflicted on themselves.

WHY, DAMMIT??

As the generational divide deepens, it makes sense for the older generations to stake their claim now, while they have the power of the state on their side. Aside from handing out more than 10,000 Asbos (Antisocial Behaviour Orders, a cross between a human parking ticket and the sort of condemned notice you sometimes see on the walls of derelict buildings), the petty misanthropy that bans hoodie-wearing teenagers from shopping malls, forces parenting classes on failing single mums, and allows 79 percent of police forces to impose curfews on children, comes easily to a nation that thought up the idea that its young should be seen and not heard. But never before have we put them under this degree of surveillance while simultaneously turning a blind eye to our adult responsibilities. Satellites track their phones, marketeers groom them on cyberspace, police add the DNA from 600 innocent children a week to a 50,000-sample database, while libraries fingerprint them to borrow books – all linked by rafts of new childhood databases joining the dots. In an age of hyper-individualism we are recoiling from the very children we have created. Monitoring is not enough, we must be protected from them.

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Sure, he may have tried to destroy the planet and enslave the human race on Transformers 3: Dark Side of the Moon. But according to Transformers 1, his sleeping robotic body allowed scientists to create a multitude of appliances, like microwaves and cell phones.

Holy shit! I fucking love microwaves and cell phones!

Whenever I drunkenly heat up a frozen pie in a microwave or send a dirty picture from my cell phone, I thank Megatron for making it possible.

THANK YOU MEGATRON!

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Is it bad that I want everything she’s wearing?