Really, We’re Still Talking About This Dress?! Here’s Something That Should Be “Breaking” The Internet Instead…

Black and Blue dress

Today was the day that the whole world was talking about one topic. Was it about global warming? Nope. Was it Kim Kardashian’s naked ass again? Nope! Was it about any political or sociological debate? Wrong again! It was due to the above photo of a blue and black dress. Yes, you read it right. A flippin’ dress broke the internet. One singular garment has rendered all of human society useless. All because no one can agree on what colour it is exactly.

The debate started at my work at around 10 this morning and has been the only topic of discussion ever since. Even my Facebook news feed was bombarded with the same image over and over again.

Here’s the thing guys. I understand that one person might see white and gold while others see blue and black. But is it so serious of a quandary that there needs to be a full blown debate to the point of getting super heated about it? Who cares for god sake! I am really starting to lose faith with society right about now. We are talking about a dress! And it’s not even a nice one! In fact I will even say that it’s ugly. Sorry to the brand but it’s my opinion.

Can we please stop talking about this ridiculousness now? I am begging you! I am getting on my knees and pleading! My brain can’t take one more second of looking at it any more. I can hear my tiny brain cells popping one after another and I am actual starting to wish that all of them would just turn to mush. Just so I wouldn’t have to think about it ever again. Guys, I am willing to let my brain go into a vegetative state in the pursuit of silencing what this dress has done to my cerebrum. That’s how much I detest this topic.

However, I do have a suggestion. How about we stop talking about the perplexing colour conspiracy of this shitty garment, and instead focus on a better society! Because as far as I can see, we are so severely screwed that it’s unfortunately only getting worse. In all honesty, why can’t we start discussing about how we can start making life better for others?  Or helping out a fellow human in need.

Amongst all this dress talk, I stumbled upon a video that one of my friends posted on their timeline. This video was a social experiment, produced by OckTV to see what people would do in a certain situation. Basically to see if they would do the right thing. It involved getting a young boy who pretended to be homeless wearing nothing but a ripped T-shirt, tattered pants, no shoes, while holding a sign that said please help and a trash bag that was laying on the ground next to him. On top of all of that, it took place on the freezing streets of New York. Hidden cameras were placed everywhere to show the outcome of how society would react when presented with a homeless child freezing on the pavement. And boy did it show a lot!

This one video showed that not one person stopped to help this kid. He was standing out there for over 2 hours and not one person had the decency to give up a coat for him. Oh but they stared. They glanced over at him discreetly. They might have paused for a millisecond.  But none of them wanted to help him. At one stage he got into the trash bag that was beside him and laid down on the freezing side walk, huddling in the bag, trying to wrap it around himself. And still not one soul had a heart.

As I watched, my own heart broke in two. It broke for the thousands who are homeless. It broke for the part of society that people overlook. I’m not just talking about the homeless only. I am talking about all the people less fortunate. The ones who are being abused, who are being taken, the ones who are starving, who are at war, child soldiers, AIDs, racism, and the list could go on and on.

Do you know what happened after 2 hours? It was the most humblest of things. Just across the way, was a man that was watching the boy for the entire time. He was sitting upright against a wall. After watching him throughout this ‘social experiment’ (he obviously didn’t know he was being filmed) he suddenly got up and went over to the boy. He started to console the freezing child. Eventually saying that everything will be fine. He asked where the boys parents were. Where upon the boy replied ‘I’m homeless’. The man then placed his hand on the boys shoulder and said that he knew what he was going through because….wait for it. He was homeless himself. And then do you know what happened? The cold, starving, homeless man unzipped his own coat and gave it to the boy. He gave his own coat, something that has helped him survive on the streets of New York throughout the harshest of winters to help the boy. If this doesn’t hit home, then I don’t know what will.

Does it really take another homeless man to feel empathy for another human being? Are we that forgone as a society nowadays? It was only just yesterday that I had a little hope left in me. Hope for those wonderfully mushy stories of people helping others. But today my hope is fading fast. My heart hurts. It hurts too much. And as I watched this video in my office, tears oozed out of my eyeballs. I had to leave my desk, not being able to finish the video and dry my eyes. I suppose I should point out that I don’t cry in public. I have not shed one tear in an office place or any other place for that matter. I guess you could say I’m as tough as nails on the outside. But this got to me in a deep way.

What are we going to do? Where will we as a society be in the future? To me, I see us fading into a world of very little hope. And it’s scary. I see less and less stories of people helping or protecting others. Why is that? And why can’t these stories take precedence over stories that ask what colour a dress is? I mean when it comes down to it, don’t you find that odd? In fact don’t you find that down right appalling?

Can we please start paying it forward! I’m not asking for you to move the world. I am simply asking for one tiny gesture. If all of us did tiny things throughout the day we will graduate to bigger gestures. And soon it will be apart of our society. An involuntary reaction that has been embed inside of ourselves down to our very core. Let’s do it for the simple fact of instilling it in our youth from an early age. To always help others.

We have become too consumed with celebrities, trashy TV, everyday nonsense, gossiping, materialistic bullshit and talking bad about others to make ourselves feel better about our own lives. You should be thanking your lucky stars that you have a roof over your heads, food in your stomachs, money to buy each other crappy gifts, and shiny cars to grab the envy of others. I mean we have become so superficial. Something has got to give or we as a whole are not going to survive. We will implode. Do you ever sit there and think what we would leave behind if we just stop existing. What would the next civilization find amongst our rumble? Probably nothing positive. Instead they would see war, famine, disease, jealousy, rage, envy, and governments who forgot about their own people. It’s sad isn’t it? It’s such a sad, sad, situation to be in.

Please pass the message along. Let’s start somewhere. There’s been enough talk for today…

Here is the video…

I Finally Know Why Harrods Makes So Much Money… 

First things first; I love Harrods. It is my favourite department store in all of London.  In fact, when talking about London, one should always include Harrods!  It’s a beautiful landmark that everyone should see if they ever get the chance to come to London.

For years, I had much admiration for the store. Well let’s be honest, clearly I still do. But I have now finally figured out how they make all their money. And it’s not in the amazingly expensive, unattainable for the working class, products that they sell. Oh no no no. This last Friday I finally found out the truth!

I’ll set the mood for you guys. I was sitting on the number 14 bus heading towards central London. Starvation had kicked into overdrive mixed with the excruciating feeling that it was only a matter of time before I peed myself.  It was most definitely not a pleasant combination to have on a bus journey. I was approaching Harrods and thought, YES, I will go there to relieve myself around fancy surroundings. It will be devine. A posh pee. Ah how wonderful. So I got off the bus.

Walking into Harrods still blows my mind. I have absolutely no idea why. I guess it just seems unconquerable. As I entered the beautiful temptress I was met with so many shiny and pretty things. It was like when a kid has ADHD. I stopped at one object and then 2 seconds later something else glistened in the corner of my eye and I was off to admire that other new shiny object. I did this even in the food section. I was so thorough that I was like an inspector trying to solve an unsolvable case using only the clues set out before him. Inspecting each one, in all its detailed gloriousness. You get my drift right? At this point I was about to burst. So I sadly, stopped gawking at things and set out on a mission to find the bathroom.

At first I was adamant that I was going to find it myself. This is where I wondered around the ground floor like a moron! I was touring each section with such speed and moving my head around from side to side that I was now starting to become suspicious to staff. So I conceded. I asked a woman employee. She told me to go straight and then right where I would see escalators that will take me to the first floor and to my salvation.  Sounded simple and straight forward enough. So I waddled on.

I went straight and then right. No escalators. So I did a circle to make sure, and nothing. After what seemed like a good 20 minutes I found the escalator sign! Yippee! I travelled up to the first floor with happiness. Not long now. At this point if my bladder could talk it would have been swearing up a storm at me. I  desperately tried to think of anything else. But my mind was fixated on the fact that I was definitely going to pee myself.

I got off the escalator and was faced with a map. You know, one of those ‘you are here’ maps. Score! This will be easy. I saw where I was and I saw where the bathrooms were. They were literally around the next corner. Great now I have a plan of attack! I charged forward. But, do you guys know what I was then faced with as I turned that corner?! This. This is what I was faced with…

All I could think was ‘Oh gosh Toto, I don’t think we are in Kansas any more’. This long corridor represented my Alice in Wonderland moment. As I was becoming increasingly more desperate for the bathroom a single thought kept repeating itself in my mind. I was going to die in here after I pee myself. I was going to be dead on this marble floor, covered in urine. And then I would be forever known as that freak woman who died in Harrods with pee all over herself and the pretty marble floors.

After a few more turns around the first floor, I found the bathrooms! It was like finding my shinning beacon of bright light guiding me to the land of relief. I ran for it.

Now I was feeling like myself again. Cool, calm and collected. And so, I stepped back inside the labyrinth of expensive garments feeling empowered that I now had the ability to guide myself out with ease. Ummm…. nope! I got lost again. I GOT LOST AGAIN. I couldn’t even find the Alice in Wonderland rabbit hole corridor. I literally thought that Harrods was playing a game on me. The rooms constantly were changing around and by then I was convinced that I never entered the same room twice. And that’s when I realised. This right here is how they make so much money. This store lours you in, tempting you from the street outside. And BAM! As soon as you step one foot inside you are lost in a vortex that sucks you in deeper and deeper. By the end of my experience I was so delirious that I was ready to spend all my money on shit that I couldn’t afford and didn’t need. You end up getting stuck, walking around in circles trying to find your way out. You start to lose hope. You’re running on empty, so you wander to the food counters on the ground floor. At this point you are on your hands and knees, crawling over to a stool that is beckoning you over in a soft coaxing tone. You throw a chunk of money at the waiter just to get some food your way. A meal that was no doubt worth a weeks worth of groceries all because you just don’t care any more.

Harrods, I have found out your secret, you cunning minx, you. You should be ashamed of yourself. I’m a poor girl, that needed some refuge and you toyed with my sanity in a time of crisis. You get us while we are down. And then we are just stuck. Blobbing around finally coming to the conclusion that we will never see the light of day again. I lost the meaning of time in there people! And since us mere mortals are no match for such a strong force field we decide to make Harrods our home. That’s why there are so many people in there all the time. It’s ram packed.  They have been in there for years guys! Just walking around with a hundred Harrods’ bags picking up stuff for their long hibernating experience in the store. It is their survival instincts kicking in. And just in case you think I’m playing, how about this. Why don’t you pick a spot on the shop floor and just stand there. Look at the people that are passing you by. I promise you will see the same confused and glazed over eyeballs passing you over and over again. Like a broken record.

So next time you visit Harrods come prepared. Remember to have a big ol’ bottle of water with you. Take baby sips. Don’t do big swigs because then you will suffer the horror of trying to find the bathroom. Attach one end of a ball of string to one of the entrances and drag that ball around with you. It will be your ‘save a life’ card. I would have suggested breadcrumbs like in Hansel and Gretel but if those people were anything like me, they would be so poor and so famished they would drop down to the floor and hoover those breadcrumbs right up off the floor. Either way trust in my advice, you will thank me later. And for god sake, don’t look at the shiny objects. It’s a trick I tell ya! A TRICK!

Motivation of The Day – Write Something Every Day

Write Something Every day

For me this is a pretty tough one, seeing as how I have a pretty full plate at the moment. But I do try and write one post a day. If I just have no time whatsoever then I write a tiny blurb in my journal.Yes, I still have a journal. In all honesty I think it’s the one thing that is keeping me sane. I think it’s super important to get your feelings out in some form or another. I’m not much of a talker. In fact I have a very select few who I talk to about everything. Actually it’s just one person! haha! So when that one person is not available to have a proper chin wag with, I write it down. All my thoughts. Even the really shitty ones. The shittier the better I say. That way those thoughts are out of your mind and thrown in a book that can remain closed. Get those pesky negative bad joo joos out.

Like the image says above, some of what you write might suck. Some of mine suck real bad. But I force myself to stop thinking about how to write it properly and instead just write. In fact I pretty much write about anything that pops into my head. Hence, some of my odd posts such as this random gem. The reason why I write every day is because, as the experts say, practice makes perfect. Or maybe just a little bit closer to perfection than you were previously. Hello, there’s no such thing as being perfect. So don’t strive for that. Just strive to find out who your inner writing goddess is.  Therefore the more practice you do, the more you will hone in on your craft. You will figure out what style you prefer to write in. Maybe you prefer being funny, sarcastic, serious, educational or all of the above.

Every time you complete a post you will feel a little more at easy with such an intimate and transparent craft. After all, I feel as if writing is like music. Words set the tone just like music does. They create life. They make you feel life. They can sing an ode to tragedy or giggle out a comedy. And that power is left up to you. You decide where you want your readers to go. Now, if your skills aren’t sharp, then it will show through your words. Which is why writing a little bit every day helps keep you motivated and helps improve your way with words. I learn knew things all the time and I love it.

So pick up a pen (or maybe I should say laptop or something?) and start writing. Not only does it help you express yourself better, it will open up a new world full of wondrous imagination. You can write down the feeling you get after putting toasty socks on for all I care. Just write something. And if you’re really stuck then you can always invest in a book to help you with ideas. Check out, ‘642 Things to Write About’ by San Francisco Writers’ Grotto.
It gives you literally 642 things to write about! I bought it for a Christmas present to myself. Awww, I know, I sure do spoil myself rotten. It’s like a great exercise tool for writing. And some topics even get your creative juices flowing.

There you have it… Now you have no excuses.


The Oscars 2015 – The Style Awards Go To…


Who doesn’t love the Oscars! I’m not talking about the 3 hour ceremony of ‘Best Actor, Best Actress’ ego cuddling. No! I’m actually talking about the real event. The one where we see beautiful gowns gliding down a red carpet. Ah, it’s magical I tell ya. Simply magical.

When I was younger my mom used to let me stay up and watch all that glitters. I truly loved every moment of the red carpet show. And my feelings haven’t changed one bit. Obviously being the envious type that I am, I wanted to participate in the announcment of best dressed. So here are my unique categories along with who won.


Oh this was a tough one for me. I was stuck amongst two…

If I’m being super honest I didn’t like either dresses. Partly due to accessories (see the green necklace!). But after much deliberation, the winner goes to….

Jessica Chastain

Jessica Chastain

Jessica Chastain. I mean her skin is amazing first of all. But her shade of red hair is beautiful and goes phenomenally well with the navy blue of the dress. I just loved all the colours.


Ok guys, if any man is able to pull off lilac and still look cool, is a definite keeper in my books.

So the award goes to…


Jared Leto


This was not a tough one for me. And the award goes to…


Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter

These two are just way too cute. They’re also expecting their first child. She’s pregnant people! She just looks absolutely stunning.


Oprah Winfrey

Oprah Winfrey

I loved how Oprah looked on the red carpet. Yaaas girl!


Kelly Osbourne Oscars

Kelly Osbourne

This black dress has a little bit of everything. Lace, check. Different tiers, check. Edgy, check. Dainty, check. Strong, check. Kelly Osbourne looked simply amazing.


Lupita Nyong'o

Lupita Nyong’o

Not only does this dress look stunning against her skin, it was created using 6,000 pearls. If that’s not intricate detail, then I don’t know what is!


Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga

Now, I think that if anyone else wore this, it would never work. I’m not keen on the gloves. But it’s Gaga and it’s expected. Her hair was simple. And in general, it really makes you do a double take. And that’s exactly what you want from a show stopper. Enough said!


Emma Stone

Emma Stone

This woman is just so put together. Every time I see her on a red carpet I nod in approval. To the point of almost fracturing my neck. Love this look from head to toe.


Margot Robbie

Margot Robbie

This woman is just down right beautiful. It makes me sick how hot she is. Her dress is simple, yet packs quite a punch. I mean she could wear a garbage bag and still look amazing. Oh how I hate the way I look right about now….


Keira Knightley

Keira Knightley

Some of you may disagree, but I loved this dress. It’s girly graffiti at it’s best. Boho chic, with a twist. LOVE IT!


Jennifer Aniston

Jennifer Aniston

In my eyes, Jennifer is like the woman you aspire to be. And since you can’t quite be like her, she’s the woman that you want to be best friends with. This dress was stunning. Simple, yet had details in all the right places which accentuated her banging body awesomely.

BEST BEAUTY GODDESS OF ALL TIME ON THE RED CARPET (the ultimate award in my books)

This woman does not ages for god sake! How is that humanly possible. I loved, loved, loved this shimmering ensemble. To me this was my favourite dress.



Meryl Streep

Meryl Streep

No matter what Meryl Streep does, I follow and agree blindly.


Julianne Moore

Julianne Moore

Is it me, or does this woman make you feel like becoming a humanitarian for all the world’s charities? I want to be her friend. I totally feel like she has all the secrets to the meaning of life. In this dress, she is just so elegant; but somehow seems so down to earth. Julianne, guurrl, you are awesome.


Anna Kendrick oscars 2015

Anna Kendrick

This style fits Anna Kendrick like a glove. However, I am not too keen on the colour. If it was any other award show I would have put it in a higher ranking. But somehow I don’t feel very pizazz-y when I see this. Sorry Anna! Love you though!


Naomi Watts

Naomi Watts

This dress, for me, is modern, yet subtle, but also has a little something more to offer. It’s great. And Naomi Watts pulls it off nicely.


Gwyneth Paltrow

Gwyneth Paltrow

Guys, I don’t really understand why people have such a huge problem with Gwyneth Paltrow. Yes, she says things at times where you would be like… ummm… no Gwyneth, no. But despite all your reservations I quite liked how she looked on the red carpet. The dress did what it was supposed to do. It hugged her figure in the right way. It showed a little skin in a classy way. And there was some detail. Oh and the pale pink colour suited her perfectly.

There were so many that I loved on the red carpet. But these were the ones that lingered on in my mind.
And so concludes my “Best Awards”.


A Stormy Kind of Sunday Filled With Reflection…


Ah how another Sunday has come and almost gone. Today was so chilled out. I love days like that, don’t you? No stress, catching up on some shows, doing some writing and generally being an all round easy Sunday kind of day. The weather was not so easy however. There was a miserable dreary overcast that was hovering above London. And still is, by the way. But I love those kind of days. It helps you get cosy. Where chilling in your pj’s  comes so effortlessly easy.

For me it helps a lot, creativity wise. It calms and soothes me. Can you believe that? Dreary rainy weather soothes me. I make a good ol’ cup of English-style tea (FYI when I first got here I was like what? Milk in tea? Umm…no! But now I’m like, ahhh…yum!) and I sit by the window letting the metronomic sounds of the tapping rain against the window pane lull me into a hypnotic state of mind. All that’s missing is a beautiful old fireplace, emitting warmth with the flickering lights bouncing off the walls of my living room.

Sunday is like a day for great reflection. Thoughts of the week that’s just past and thoughts of the week that’s about to commence. I reflect on life in general. Where I’ve been and where I want to go. What I’ve done and What I need to do. It’s a time to sit down and really delve deep into your soul about all sorts of things. Have I stayed true as a human being? Did my character falter? If so, then what can I do to change how I react to things? What have I learned? How can I keep on growing mentally and emotionally for the better? Okay, some Sunday’s I don’t really go into so much contemplation. But I do reflect. And I always try and have a plan of attack. Some weeks I may find it hard to complete everything that I need to but others I’m like a raging bull. At the end of the day it’s about pacing yourself at the speed that suits you.

The reason for these weekly reflections is because it helps me with my goals and ambitions. For years I was just letting the days slip on by and before I knew it, a whole chunk of time flew by and I had not accomplished what I set out to do. Now I know what you’re going to say. It’s hard when you have a full time job, and responsibilities and bills and blah blah blah. Believe me, I get it. But there came a day for me where I didn’t want to live a life that was just waiting for the next weekend to come. That’s a stagnant kind of life. The minute we stop learning and stop having goals is the day you should just pack it in and keel over. We should always want to continue to grow and gain more knowledge. It’s important for your soul. It’s important for a robust and happy life.

So don’t forget to take some time out, at least once a week. Life can become stressful. So much so that you forget where you need to be going to accomplish your goals. That’s why it’s vital to take a little ‘me’ time. It’s not a selfish act. It’s an act to better yourself.

My how I love a stormy Sunday….

To get you in a mellow mood I’m leaving you guys with a little Etta James. Enjoy!


Why Only Children Are The Best People To Have In Your Life


Big up to all my brothahs and sistahs out there who are only children! Yaaasss! Give yourselves a round of applause because you are awesome. Throughout the years, for some reason, we have gotten a bad rap. Who knows where that came from. But I am here to set the record straight once and for all and tell the kind people of the world why we should be revered as the bestest buddies that a person could ever ask for. So here we go, let’s do this!

  • We will never be a clingy, in your face, all day every day kind of pal. Oh no! We will give people their space. And that’s because we also like space.
  • We will always say yes to you when you want to hang out, granted if money is in the bank and we are not in one of our cosy hermit modes. Reason being, we like company. Not only will we be supportive, but we will be your wacky friend that talks to everyone. So consider us the best wing “man” you could ever ask for. Think of us as the person who always wants to meet new people and have fun.
  • We are very independent souls. We know what we want, when we want it, and who we want to be. So we probably know everything there is to know about getting things done and who to call to get those things done right. We didn’t have anyone around us for support or help so we learned everything there was to know about anything. Think of us as an encyclopaedia of knowledge.
  • We will amuse you like no other pal around. After spending all our play time alone when we were children, we can get amused at the drop of a hat.
  • We won’t want praise or look for attention because we’ve already had all that while we were growing up. Let’s face it, we got all the undivided attention from our parents for many, many years and we are probably pretty sick of it by now. I know I am. So I always try and be positive for my buddies. Sprinkling praise and love around like a good little friend fairy should.
  • Contrary to what you’ve been told, we are actually great sharers. I think that’s because we wanted friends to play with us back in the day. So if you need to borrow anything then we are the pal to ask. We are the giver of gifts, so to speak.
  • Listening is our forte. So if you need a shoulder to cry on then turn to us. We were our own shoulder to cry on and we know how it feels to be alone. So in this depressing department, the more the merrier I say.
  • We can come up with the best stories. Our imagination is awesome! If you are going camping, then you need one of us around to keep the camp fire fun going all night long.
  • We adapt to any situation. That’s because when we were younger our parents forced us to mingle with other kids. I guess fearing that we would become hermits or our social skills would not form properly, or something. So we got forced into a lot of play dates with the weird oddball kids. We adapted, became patient, and knew how to deal with crazy people for very long periods of time. So if you need a buddy to go antique hunting with or ponder over the space time continuum then call upon us.
  • We love a good challenge. (Refer back to the space time continuum).
  • Adventure is our middle name. We sought it out as children and we long for it as adults. If you need a travel buddy, then we are the best ones to accompany you.
  •  Unlike your other moocher friends we will never ask for anything. (refer back to being  independent)
  • We love games. So if you need a bingo partner then we need to be number one in your speed dial list.
  • We do really weird things. Therefore we can be a constant source of entertainment.

There are many more reasons I could tell you about on why we are so awesome as a friend. But I think I’ve sold you guys on the only child awesomeness pretty well. So what are you waiting for… go out and find an only child to befriend right away! WE ARE…(need help?) AWESOME!

66 Of The Best Gifs That Will Inspire and Spark a Serious Case of Wanderlust


Ok Folks, here’s where I go all gushy-gooey-mushy about how dang obsessed I am with Gifs. You guys may not see it as much on here but believe me when I say that gifs are pretty awesome. If I’m writing a post and I feel like there should be an accompaniment of an annoyed facial expression or that of some eye rolling, I quickly go to and I find what I’m looking for. That site has everything by the way. Well, almost everything.

But then I recently joined Tumblr. Yes, I’m also on Tumblr. It’s like I’m a walking social media freak! All in the name of promoting this blog might I add. There’s a reason why people get other people to solely produce social media content for their brand. It’s no joke. The hours it takes is ridiculous. Anyway, I digress as always.

Tumblr is… hmm… how do I put it. Nah, I think I can just go ahead and profess my happiness over it for all the world to know. It’s pretty amazing. I think it has the best source of beautiful photos from the entire web. No seriously! But then again, maybe you already knew that. Obviously, I’m unacceptably late to the party as usual. However, for those not so much in the know; go and type ‘Tumblr photography’ in Google images and see the awesomeness that unfolds before you. Bam! Beautiful photographs that you can admire and share.

While on Tumblr I started looking at gifs. I am not going to lie. I was like a kid in a candy shop. It’s actually quite ridiculous what amuses me. As I searched to my hearts content, my eyes grew wide as I randomly stumbled upon some insanely beautiful ones. These were so not like my giggly stank face gifs that I was getting from giphy! (Too many words starting with ‘g’ right? Eh… I don’t feel like changing it) No, these gifs were giving me inspiration, creativity and a serious case of wanderlust. I literally went on a rampage to save all the ones that I thought were spectacular.

So to all the travel bloggers or lovers of photography, these bad boys are for you. Hope you like them.