Let's talk about panties

But first, I have some good news! I'm no longer an unemployed citizen! That's right, I'm back in my old job (sort of) as a radio speaker, I'm doing one of the things I love the most and I hope that it'll all work out for the best.

This blog will keep going on, I'm not giving up on it and for that I'm counting on you to share it, and comment and follow me on Twitter...all nice and easy things.

And now...what we all have been waiting for. Let's talk...about...pantIES!

And, yes, I'm talking to you, girls and women of this world. I've come to realize that this is a truly wide subject, I could talk about this for hours. Ok...10 minutes maybe - it's a lot for panties, you have to admit.

So, a guy friend of mine was asking me if all women have that Bridget Jone's famous lingerie in their drawer. Well, I admit I didn't really wanna answer him at the time but it's a fact, ok? We all have that one pair (at least) of "granny panties".

Do we love them? No. Are we proud of them? Not even close. Do we wear them for a date? Of course NOT (what the Hell, Bridget?). But they are a must-have in every woman's drawer.

And why, you ask (and let me be clear here: by "you", I mean "men")?

First, it's really useful when we're wearing that type of long, soft, skirts that are also a little bit "see-through" - we're talking about nude panties, ok? Nothing with hearts or bears or circles, that would be a terrible idea.

Second, we have this thing called "the period" (note: to be read with a dramatic tone). Yeah...sorry, don't be uncomfortable...please don't leave.

And third, I don't know! They're just there! I swear I think those panties were summoned up by magic. I don't remember buying those. Do you? That's what I thought.

But behold, 'cause our drawer have one or two pairs of these hideous panties. The others are the ones that we don't put in the washing machine with the rest of the clothes 'cause we don't want our father to see them, 'cause it would be embarrassing for him and for us. Why, you ask? 'Cause your father would probably think you have a part-time...as a stripper!

And those panties? Yes, we are proud of those! We even celebrate the day when we first bought them and we take pictures - not really, no.

And that's it! We did it, we talked about panties. I hope you liked it as much as I did.

Feel free to comment below and add anything you think it might be relevant for this subject. Also, if you liked it, share this entry with your friends.

It's all for today! Have a great weekend and don't forget to smile :)

See you later, alligator!

A promise - from me to you

I've first started this blog because I felt like I could have something to say. Something positive. Something different than all the things we see and read online.

I felt like kids and teens need someone to tell them it's gonna be okay. Someone to tell them they're not the only ones. Someone to tell them that it's okay,that everybody makes mistakes and that it will get better. 

There's a lot of hate online. A lot of bullying and a lot of people who tend to forget that there's someone real on the other side of the screen. Someone with a life, a story, a past, feelings, problems, worries, doubts and insecurities. For some, the internet is the only place where they can just shut down for a minute, it's their escape, their little fort. But internet is everything but safe. It can be really scary and it's full of mean people who don't hesitate when writing awful comments about someone. I will not give you examples, you know what I'm talking about.

You know, I've suffered from bullying myself, I struggled with self confidence issues and there were times when I just wanted to hide. Even today, I have moments when waking up for another day is a battle. I know where you're at. And I promise you, you are not alone. I also promise it will get better.

I'm on my 20's now but I remember oh so well what it's like to be a teenager. I know life can be hard when you're a teen. Older people look at you like you're stupid and your pears don't really get you and don't really care 'cause their stuck in their own little world. When you're a teen, if you think about it, what you're living is the only thing you know. Before, you were a child and this moment is your only reality. So it's easy to think "this is it, I will never be happier than this". But you know...everyone has a past and a present and you HAVE a future. Things will get better.

You will be more confident, you will have more and more reasons to live, you will meet new people, people that will make you wonder: "where were you all those times I was so alone?". They will be there for you. You will be stronger and wiser.

I know we don't choose our family, we don't choose where we come from but you can start you're own family, eventually, you can choose who you wanna be, what you want to do. You can even move to another country for all you know.

You know? Change you're perspective. Look further. Don't give up and don't be afraid of mean words. I know words hurt but sometimes they're just empty of meaning. Most of the times they can't really harm you and if you learn how to ignore them, people will get tired, they will forget why they were picking on you.

Sometimes it doesn't work that way, sometimes you have to deal with it for a little longer than you think you can handle. But, I promise you this, you can deal with it and it will get better! I know many people who have struggled with bullies, with shitty parents and crappy boyfriends. And you know what? They became stronger and chose to live their own lives, their own way.

Talk to someone, look for support, share your fears with someone you trust. Don't suffer alone. Don't even allow you to think about giving up. That's not an option, ever.

Because life is full of beautiful things. Sometimes we just have to take a minute to remember ourselves why is it that we love to live. We have this animal instinct for survival, it's only natural.

Try this exercise: everyday, at the end of the day, write down the highs and lows of the day, even the smallest things. You will be surprised with how many good things you experience everyday. A smile, a sunrise, a piece of cake...just write everything down. And when you're feeling low, go ahead and read these little lists of yours, think about how you felt doing those things and how there's yet so much to discover, so much in this life that you don't know about...yet.

It will get better. I promise.

P.S.: I'm sorry about some (possible) grammar mistakes, I usually make a previous review of all my entries in Microsoft Office Word 'cause blogger only shows vocabulary errors, but my computer is close to chaos so...today that wasn't possible. Hopefully I didn't screw anything up and I'm worrying for nothing ;)

What I've been up to

Hello everyone!

You know how I previously wrote about doing something new? Well...you might think I'm just talking and no action. And well...you might be terribly wrong too.

I say and, yes, I do! This blog is an honest place.

So, today I felt the urge to tell you what happened to me in these last few days.

My birthday was this Monday, May 5th (yei, happy birthday, thank you) and, well, I always get a little bit too emotional when my birthday is approaching. So, what did this brain of mine thought I could do?

Yes! Dye my hair! Why not?

My hair is brown and it was a virgin hair, never dyed before. Screw it, it's like the youngsters say nowadays: YOLO - and yes, I truly hate this trend, what the Hell is wrong with you people???

I went ahead and paint my hair...blue. Yes, blue. Not dark blue, not light blue, real BLUE.

Although I loved the result, it didn't last long. I went to the beauty salon this Saturday and as I write this entry, I no longer have my hair in Sailor Mercury mode - my nails are still painted blue, though.

What happened? I washed it yesterday and my hair turned green, kind of...green, lilac, grey, light blue...I don't know. It was really ugly and my hair became really sere.

So, today I lost my mind, did some search online, went to the store and dyed my own hair. I also cut it. Against all odds, it went really well. I just have to buy a second kit 'cause there's still some blue hiding around here. But I may have skipped a brilliant career as a hairdresser!!!

So, my advice to you? I don't have any idea. Yeah, of course I ruined my hair, of course I eventually became really annoyed with all the stares I got and, yes, my money burned for nothing and my fabulous blue hair only lasted three days. But you know what? I'm not sorry, not even a bit 'cause it was really cool while it lasted! Just like a really messed up relationship or a meal that you know will put you in the bathroom for hours. But in that moment...you just really want to be blue!

So, who am I to give you an advice? I can only say, do something different, but think about it for a while, measure the consequences...especially if you're thinking about getting a tattoo! There's no ink in the world capable of erasing that. Yeah, I know there's laser but that is expensive, it really hurts and it might not even do the job.

See you later, alligator!