This week I will be starting my last year of high school. At the school I attend, and a lot of other schools around New Zealand, Year 13 students are not required to wear uniform. While I like the concept of wearing a uniform (the ease, the long term money savings and equality), I am a unique person and I like to express myself so wearing a uniform is, in practise, not my thing.
Needless to say I'm excited about wearing my own clothes every day. After 12 years of wearing a uniform almost every day I'm finally allowed to wear what I want. But... What to wear?? These days I look into my wardrobe and despair that I have nothing to wear. On that note, I think I should make some style resolutions...lest I end up wearing jeans every day (Oh the horror!)
1. Watch the weather forecast...
And dress appropriately for the weather. I'd rather not end up sweating/freezing all day due to poor clothing choices.
2. Plan my outfit the night before...
And make sure everything is clean, I have shoes that go with what I'm wearing and choose accesories.
3. Make sure my clothes comply with the dress code...
That is, nothing too short, nothing strapless or too cleavage-y etc. etc.
4. Buy one piece of expensive clothing per month...
I'm sick of buying something cheap from glassons/jay jays etc. only to have it fall apart/pile/tear the first time I was it.
5. Maintain impeccable grooming...
This is also one of my New Year's Resolutions but I thought I'd put it in here to remind myself. Shave legs, keep nails neat and polished (including toenails), keep my hair clean and maintained.
6. Hold my head up high...
I feel great in what I'm wearing... I don't care if it's not the latest pair of skinny jeans from Just Jeans. So there.
Wish me luck!
Any advice?
xx, Magdalena.
Monday, 28 January 2008
Perhaps They're Not All Stupid
Further to my post "Boys are Stupid", I have decided to revise my statement. Ahem. " Not ALL Boys are Stupid."
Finally, I have a boyfriend. I am happy. I know I'm meant to be happy whether or not I have a boyfriend, I should be happy and confident on my own as an intelligent young woman blah blah blah blah. Bollocks. I am a relationship girl and that's just how it is.
I go back to school on Wednesday. Finally! I'm starting 7th form (final year of high school). Which means I don't have to wear uniform, I can leave the school grounds, I have free periods and get to use the common room. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was the short girl in the really long skirt looking up to the big scary 7th formers. Odd.
Sorry for the pathetic post, I felt the need to blog but lack enthusiasm.
xx, Magdalena.
Finally, I have a boyfriend. I am happy. I know I'm meant to be happy whether or not I have a boyfriend, I should be happy and confident on my own as an intelligent young woman blah blah blah blah. Bollocks. I am a relationship girl and that's just how it is.
I go back to school on Wednesday. Finally! I'm starting 7th form (final year of high school). Which means I don't have to wear uniform, I can leave the school grounds, I have free periods and get to use the common room. It doesn't seem that long ago that I was the short girl in the really long skirt looking up to the big scary 7th formers. Odd.
Sorry for the pathetic post, I felt the need to blog but lack enthusiasm.
xx, Magdalena.
Tuesday, 6 November 2007
How to be a Flirt in 5 Easy Steps
I am a flirt.
I recently came to this magnificent realisation. It's not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, I think it's a good thing! I work at a place full of hot, young men (*cough* snowboarders *cough*) and often find myself chatting up the staff and even the customers. I think it's a refreshing change to the grumpy, harassed girl behind the bar/counter you often see. Flirting gives me more confidence and I've often received compliments on my friendliness and "great sense of humour" - a customer's words, not mine. So, without further ado, here is Magdalena's Guide to Being a Flirt!
1. Chin up, boobs out, stomach in!
Remember those natty photos you Nanna used to take of you and your family standing in front of some tourist destination (or in my case, the back garden), looking like you had poles up your derriere and a rather cheesy grin? Well, she did have a point. Stand tall and proud, baby. Put your shoulders back (not too far, though, look relaxed), suck your stomach in and stick your boobs out. Be careful, though, that you don't look like some desperate harlot with your boobs practically nudging other people in the face. You're aiming to look confident, yet relaxed and assured of yourself. If you feel neither confident nor relaxed and self assurance is yet to come...fake it! Soon it'll come naturally and the world will be your ballpark.
2. Be Friendly!
No one likes a stuck up princess. Leave the attitude at home and strike up a conversation. Don't be shy to talk to the guy at the bus stop or the person who makes your coffee every morning. A girl (or boy ;-) ) who is daring enough to start a conversation always scores major brownie points! There's only one way to get to know someone, so be brave and make the first move. It doesn't have to be a "Hi, I think you're really sexy!", which might be a bit creepy, but a simple "Hey what's the snow like tonight?" or "How was your weekend?" should do the trick.
3. Ask people for their name, or give yours!
Every day I talk to the guy who makes my coffee. We have wonderful conversations, we are both baristas, so have long-winded talks about various roasters and blends and the merits of trim milk versus full cream...ahem... but we also delve into very random topics, such as Napoleon and nuclear weapons. After several weeks of this, I realised that I don't know his name, nor does he know mine. Silly that such a basic thing should be overlooked. So next time I see him, I plan on saying "Can I please have a large, trim cappuccino, two sugars and my name is Magdalena."
If you're too scared to ask for some one's name (don't laugh, I usually am, though I'm working through my odd fear), introduce yourself and get bonus points for confidence.
4. Add a Little Charm!
Yes, my friends, you too can charm anyone to submission. Maybe it's just in my character but charming people comes easily to me. Basically, be yourself, be a little candid but still a little mysterious. Meet the person's eyes, with a little smile on your face, compliment them subtly and learn to be empathetic. Learn to read people and their moods and adjust your conversation accordingly. And please, don't forget your manners!
5. Smile!
Repeat after me: "Smile, smile, smile!"
"A smile is contagious, it's passed from me to you,
as soon as one is witnessed, it's so hard not to do,
to be partie to a smile is privilege indeed,
a smile can make things better, it's sometimes all you need,
and if you smile at everyone, you'll find out that it's true,
that soon enough your smile will come right back to you."
I can't emphasise this enough! A smile makes you instantly more attractive, approachable, interesting, friendly and desirable. Learn to smile coyly or mysteriously and flirt the pants off the next person you see...uh...maybe not literally out of their pants, but you know what I mean.
So there you are, good luck my pretties and happy flirting!
xx, Magdalena.
Need more?
How to be Charming
I recently came to this magnificent realisation. It's not necessarily a bad thing. In fact, I think it's a good thing! I work at a place full of hot, young men (*cough* snowboarders *cough*) and often find myself chatting up the staff and even the customers. I think it's a refreshing change to the grumpy, harassed girl behind the bar/counter you often see. Flirting gives me more confidence and I've often received compliments on my friendliness and "great sense of humour" - a customer's words, not mine. So, without further ado, here is Magdalena's Guide to Being a Flirt!
1. Chin up, boobs out, stomach in!
Remember those natty photos you Nanna used to take of you and your family standing in front of some tourist destination (or in my case, the back garden), looking like you had poles up your derriere and a rather cheesy grin? Well, she did have a point. Stand tall and proud, baby. Put your shoulders back (not too far, though, look relaxed), suck your stomach in and stick your boobs out. Be careful, though, that you don't look like some desperate harlot with your boobs practically nudging other people in the face. You're aiming to look confident, yet relaxed and assured of yourself. If you feel neither confident nor relaxed and self assurance is yet to come...fake it! Soon it'll come naturally and the world will be your ballpark.
2. Be Friendly!
No one likes a stuck up princess. Leave the attitude at home and strike up a conversation. Don't be shy to talk to the guy at the bus stop or the person who makes your coffee every morning. A girl (or boy ;-) ) who is daring enough to start a conversation always scores major brownie points! There's only one way to get to know someone, so be brave and make the first move. It doesn't have to be a "Hi, I think you're really sexy!", which might be a bit creepy, but a simple "Hey what's the snow like tonight?" or "How was your weekend?" should do the trick.
3. Ask people for their name, or give yours!
Every day I talk to the guy who makes my coffee. We have wonderful conversations, we are both baristas, so have long-winded talks about various roasters and blends and the merits of trim milk versus full cream...ahem... but we also delve into very random topics, such as Napoleon and nuclear weapons. After several weeks of this, I realised that I don't know his name, nor does he know mine. Silly that such a basic thing should be overlooked. So next time I see him, I plan on saying "Can I please have a large, trim cappuccino, two sugars and my name is Magdalena."
If you're too scared to ask for some one's name (don't laugh, I usually am, though I'm working through my odd fear), introduce yourself and get bonus points for confidence.
4. Add a Little Charm!
Yes, my friends, you too can charm anyone to submission. Maybe it's just in my character but charming people comes easily to me. Basically, be yourself, be a little candid but still a little mysterious. Meet the person's eyes, with a little smile on your face, compliment them subtly and learn to be empathetic. Learn to read people and their moods and adjust your conversation accordingly. And please, don't forget your manners!
5. Smile!
Repeat after me: "Smile, smile, smile!"
"A smile is contagious, it's passed from me to you,
as soon as one is witnessed, it's so hard not to do,
to be partie to a smile is privilege indeed,
a smile can make things better, it's sometimes all you need,
and if you smile at everyone, you'll find out that it's true,
that soon enough your smile will come right back to you."
I can't emphasise this enough! A smile makes you instantly more attractive, approachable, interesting, friendly and desirable. Learn to smile coyly or mysteriously and flirt the pants off the next person you see...uh...maybe not literally out of their pants, but you know what I mean.
So there you are, good luck my pretties and happy flirting!
xx, Magdalena.
Need more?
How to be Charming
Monday, 5 November 2007
Boys are Stupid
There are currently several men in my life, all of whom are driving me insane enough to warrant a blog post dedicated to them....
Dad....
I haven't seen my Dad in 2 years. I haven't spoken to my Dad in about nine months. In fact he's not my real Dad, but he's raised me since I was two, and he's been the only Dad I can remember. I only found out that he isn't my biological father when I was eleven... on Father's Day... Anyway, when my parents separated, Mum and I moved back to New Zealand but he stayed in Australia, where he met his current wife, a Korean woman with a young daughter. He now lives in his hometown, in Switzerland with his wife and now two daughters. He seems to have forgotten about me. Furthurmore, I found out recently that he is a herion addict and has stolen all the money that my parents had saved to send me to university. So now I look forward to several grand of debt and a student allowance. Thanks Dad.
R...
I dated R for almost two years before I finally dumped him. It was quite sudden, I had an epiphany and decided that it just wasn't working for me. He was devastated, but I moved on. It's been about eight months since I dumped him. On Saturday morning I was woken at 7am by the phone ringing. It was R. He wanted to drop something off to me... I (thinking that he had cleaned his room and found something I'd left there) said okay and half an hour later he turned up at my house... with birthday presents. Yes. About $80 worth of stuff from The Body Shop. I let him in and made him a cup of tea and we started taking. I (trying to be casual) asked if he had a girlfriend. Big mistake. He turned into a watery mess, crying that he hasn't had anyone since I left him and he doesn't go out and have fun because I'm always on his mind. Oh dear. In the end I sent him home (I had to get ready for work) and as I gave him a hug goodbye, he seemed like he wanted to kiss me. It was all very awkward and confusing.
M...
M is a guy I work with, who has made no secret of the fact that he really likes me and wants to be with me... I don't like him in that way. He's cool as a friend but other than that I can't see it really going anywhere... at least, I couldn't. However, in the strange way the universe works, I ended up at his house, drunk and then, ahem, in his bed..... We've reached the 'friends with benefits' stage. The thing is, I think he wants more, whereas I really don't want anything!
D...
A friend of mine met D through bebo and has been trying to set me up with him for the last few weeks. Turns out I went to primary school with him. Anyway, after one successful date, I didn't hear much from him and he was apparently going out with some blonde bimbette. Which was fine, his decicion. However, last Friday he texted me to say he was single again. I texted him for a while but then he started not replying. Then on Saturday I was having some serious car trouble, i.e, my old car wouldn't start and I couldn't move it from the driveway and it was blocking my new car in. My Mum was at her partener's, my neighbours were out, it was pouring with rain and I was desperate. So I called D (he's a car person so I thought he was help). Well, he was highly unhelpful and a little rude and left me stranded. I gave him the perfect opportunity to be my 'knight in shining armour' and he left me hanging. So... I'm really confused. I don't know whether he likes me or not or whether I like him or not or what on earth is going on.
Barista Boy...
Barista Boy is the guy who makes my coffee every morning. Every morning we have a random conversation. Today, for example we talked about Napolean and then nuclear weapons. He is incredibly intelligent, interesting, good looking. Problem: He is way older than me (I'd say about 6 or 7 years) and Bigger Problem: He is engaged. I'm infatuated. And I don't have a hope in hell. Ugh.
Ahem. Men (plus exam stress) seem to be the main problems in my life at the moment. Mayhaps I should give up all together and aim to meet some lovely new people during the summer holidays. Someone I don't work with, someone who admires my uniqueness, someone who is unique themselves and someone with intelligence. It can't be that hard, can it?
xx, Magdalena
Dad....
I haven't seen my Dad in 2 years. I haven't spoken to my Dad in about nine months. In fact he's not my real Dad, but he's raised me since I was two, and he's been the only Dad I can remember. I only found out that he isn't my biological father when I was eleven... on Father's Day... Anyway, when my parents separated, Mum and I moved back to New Zealand but he stayed in Australia, where he met his current wife, a Korean woman with a young daughter. He now lives in his hometown, in Switzerland with his wife and now two daughters. He seems to have forgotten about me. Furthurmore, I found out recently that he is a herion addict and has stolen all the money that my parents had saved to send me to university. So now I look forward to several grand of debt and a student allowance. Thanks Dad.
R...
I dated R for almost two years before I finally dumped him. It was quite sudden, I had an epiphany and decided that it just wasn't working for me. He was devastated, but I moved on. It's been about eight months since I dumped him. On Saturday morning I was woken at 7am by the phone ringing. It was R. He wanted to drop something off to me... I (thinking that he had cleaned his room and found something I'd left there) said okay and half an hour later he turned up at my house... with birthday presents. Yes. About $80 worth of stuff from The Body Shop. I let him in and made him a cup of tea and we started taking. I (trying to be casual) asked if he had a girlfriend. Big mistake. He turned into a watery mess, crying that he hasn't had anyone since I left him and he doesn't go out and have fun because I'm always on his mind. Oh dear. In the end I sent him home (I had to get ready for work) and as I gave him a hug goodbye, he seemed like he wanted to kiss me. It was all very awkward and confusing.
M...
M is a guy I work with, who has made no secret of the fact that he really likes me and wants to be with me... I don't like him in that way. He's cool as a friend but other than that I can't see it really going anywhere... at least, I couldn't. However, in the strange way the universe works, I ended up at his house, drunk and then, ahem, in his bed..... We've reached the 'friends with benefits' stage. The thing is, I think he wants more, whereas I really don't want anything!
D...
A friend of mine met D through bebo and has been trying to set me up with him for the last few weeks. Turns out I went to primary school with him. Anyway, after one successful date, I didn't hear much from him and he was apparently going out with some blonde bimbette. Which was fine, his decicion. However, last Friday he texted me to say he was single again. I texted him for a while but then he started not replying. Then on Saturday I was having some serious car trouble, i.e, my old car wouldn't start and I couldn't move it from the driveway and it was blocking my new car in. My Mum was at her partener's, my neighbours were out, it was pouring with rain and I was desperate. So I called D (he's a car person so I thought he was help). Well, he was highly unhelpful and a little rude and left me stranded. I gave him the perfect opportunity to be my 'knight in shining armour' and he left me hanging. So... I'm really confused. I don't know whether he likes me or not or whether I like him or not or what on earth is going on.
Barista Boy...
Barista Boy is the guy who makes my coffee every morning. Every morning we have a random conversation. Today, for example we talked about Napolean and then nuclear weapons. He is incredibly intelligent, interesting, good looking. Problem: He is way older than me (I'd say about 6 or 7 years) and Bigger Problem: He is engaged. I'm infatuated. And I don't have a hope in hell. Ugh.
Ahem. Men (plus exam stress) seem to be the main problems in my life at the moment. Mayhaps I should give up all together and aim to meet some lovely new people during the summer holidays. Someone I don't work with, someone who admires my uniqueness, someone who is unique themselves and someone with intelligence. It can't be that hard, can it?
xx, Magdalena
Sunday, 4 November 2007
Hello, World.
So after months of good intentions and "I'll do it in the next school holidays"-ing, I've finally set up a blog... only to discover that I have "blogger's block". So I'm just going to write and ramble. Bear with me here.
Once upon a time I was a thirteen year old dressed in back, listening to psuedo-punk, itching the scars on my thighs and moaning through my blog (sardonic.net) about my miserable existance. Quelle cliche! As I grew older and (hopefully) wiser, I left my blog, neglected and derelict, abandoned on the side of the road like a box of old barbies. And like someone who had cruelly abandoned their childhood toys, I felt guilty, though at the same time a sense of freedom. I was no longer a slave to the internet. Thrown in the proverbial box of barbie dolls along with sardonic.net were my multiple accounts at neopets and runescape. At one point I think I even went without email for several months. In fact, even now I find myself having to remind myself to check my emails once a week. And I can't remember the last time I went on msn or myspace or bebo.
During the years 2004-2007, I discovered LIFE. I stopped dressing entirely in black (though a fragment of that heritage remains still), I let my scars heal, I made some friends (though I still only have one or two whom I would count as close) and most importantly I found my own identity and learned (to a point) to like myself. I've learnt to embrace my status as a slightly nerdy neo-hippy, red headed nut who is by no means innocent and by no means grown up though a fair bit more mature than many my age. But I still missed my box of barbie dolls... or more specifically, the blog that I had maintained several years previously.
This year, I kept promising myself that I would get around to creating a blog... nothing special, just a nook of the web where I could write and rant and share a bit of myself with the world. But, in my way stood the formidable opposing team of Work, Homework and Sheer Laziness. Today, to my satisfaction I (sort of, in fact I'm only blogging so that I don't have to face my Psychology assignment) overcame my opposition and created this little blog.
So, World, here I am. A little more grown up, a little more sure of myself and a lot happier. I look forward to our continuing and augmentative relationship and a long, happy and fulfilling life as a blogger.
xx, Magdalena.
Once upon a time I was a thirteen year old dressed in back, listening to psuedo-punk, itching the scars on my thighs and moaning through my blog (sardonic.net) about my miserable existance. Quelle cliche! As I grew older and (hopefully) wiser, I left my blog, neglected and derelict, abandoned on the side of the road like a box of old barbies. And like someone who had cruelly abandoned their childhood toys, I felt guilty, though at the same time a sense of freedom. I was no longer a slave to the internet. Thrown in the proverbial box of barbie dolls along with sardonic.net were my multiple accounts at neopets and runescape. At one point I think I even went without email for several months. In fact, even now I find myself having to remind myself to check my emails once a week. And I can't remember the last time I went on msn or myspace or bebo.
During the years 2004-2007, I discovered LIFE. I stopped dressing entirely in black (though a fragment of that heritage remains still), I let my scars heal, I made some friends (though I still only have one or two whom I would count as close) and most importantly I found my own identity and learned (to a point) to like myself. I've learnt to embrace my status as a slightly nerdy neo-hippy, red headed nut who is by no means innocent and by no means grown up though a fair bit more mature than many my age. But I still missed my box of barbie dolls... or more specifically, the blog that I had maintained several years previously.
This year, I kept promising myself that I would get around to creating a blog... nothing special, just a nook of the web where I could write and rant and share a bit of myself with the world. But, in my way stood the formidable opposing team of Work, Homework and Sheer Laziness. Today, to my satisfaction I (sort of, in fact I'm only blogging so that I don't have to face my Psychology assignment) overcame my opposition and created this little blog.
So, World, here I am. A little more grown up, a little more sure of myself and a lot happier. I look forward to our continuing and augmentative relationship and a long, happy and fulfilling life as a blogger.
xx, Magdalena.
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