tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28630029976940733032024-02-19T09:19:22.084-08:00MerakiDublinThere and back again.... A blog on Life, Fashion, and Beauty....MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-56986876576227469582014-04-28T09:00:00.001-07:002014-04-28T09:00:12.914-07:00A little piece of me.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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After being sick for years, I finally faced up to what was wrong with me.<br />
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When the first thought came, I was relieved. I had finally determined what was going on in my body; I figured I could fix it. However, it didn’t end like this, it took a long time for me to be OK.<br />
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At one point, I wanted to stop but the thoughts kept coming: “You have this, you will always have it, but you can and will get past this.” There was so much going on; there was so much wrong in my body, it was unbelievable.<br />
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My treatment wouldn’t be one pill; rather, it would be my full-time job for years and years to come. So my new motto was this: Destroy everything that destroys you.<br />
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I thought I should adopt that 'simply' life I had been told about, I had to kill everything that was living in my body that wasn’t supposed to be there, everything that was making me miserable.<br />
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Although, I soon realized this was not the way to go. I hated my body. It wasn’t doing what I wanted it to do and it felt horrible; it felt horrible and everything that was happening inside of me was to blame.<br />
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I was angry with my body, which basically meant I was angry with myself. This is an awful starting point at which to begin to heal.<br />
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Instead of fighting, though, I felt I needed to find love — for myself and for my hopelessly ill body. I needed to live with this body; I needed to live.<br />
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I needed to learn how to hate everything that was destroying me on the inside and love everything else. If you persistently fight with yourself, you will always end up losing.<br />
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But how could I find love for something that made me so angry; for something that made me feel so hopeless and, from time to time, made me not want to live a day longer?<br />
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Visualization practices helped me to change my focus from being angry and viewing everything as sick, painful and hopeless, to seeing love and happiness. When I could finally let go of the anger and the daily fight with myself, the healing mentality kicked in.<br />
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Visualization helped me to see the future and to see myself happy, healthy and fit. I saw myself moving effortlessly, having fun and enjoying life.<br />
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From that moment onward, I started to take care of my body in a loving way. Before, I hated my body, I turley I didn’t want to be in that body.<br />
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When I let go of the anger and started to nurture my physical self like it was my most precious possession, something changed.<br />
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If you are angry at something, you have the desire to say nasty things to it, you want to hit it in the face, you want to throw something at it, and if possible, you want to throw it away. I felt all of these emotions towards my own self, but I needed to heal. I needed love, peace and quiet.<br />
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I went from wanting to destroy something inside me to actually destroying something outside me. My body deserved love, and therefore, all the bad factors around it had to go, including people who stressed me out and carried negativity, alcohol and certain foods.<br />
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This same notion holds true for people struggle with weight. If you are angry with your body, you are likely to not give your body the attention it needs. If you punish your “fat,” with horrible diet plans, you will likely end up even more frustrated.<br />
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However, if you love yourself and do what you need to improve your way of life and level of happiness, you will get there faster, easier, and without frustration or hate.<br />
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Destroy the things that are destroying you, but love yourself and your body. You have to live with yourself every day; you deserve someone who is kind to you and nurtures your very being. Be that person for yourself.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-79189877472260732952014-04-14T09:15:00.001-07:002014-04-14T09:15:16.572-07:00Vulnerability<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Vulnerability. Even the sight of this word written down can make our stomachs twist, brows sweat and heart rates skyrocket. We pride ourselves on “not even going there…” and think that by protecting ourselves from being vulnerable, we are doing ourselves a favor.<br />
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Because of social misunderstanding of vulnerability, we have been conditioned to think that if we are vulnerable, we are also weak and fragile.<br />
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Because of this understanding, we build walls up around our hearts, protecting ourselves from the big, bad world of vulnerability. We close ourselves to opportunities that cause pain and that are outside of our comfort zones; protecting ourselves and hardening our hearts.<br />
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This basic misunderstanding of vulnerability is keeping us from embracing life. When we pull away from situations that make us vulnerable, we are closing doors to possible growth and change.<br />
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There is no growth in comfort. The truest people and creators are ones who have not only chosen to be vulnerable, but also have used that vulnerability to achieve new goals.<br />
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“Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.”<br />
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Consider Mark Zuckerberg. He took a risk, dropped out of school and attempted to create a new form of communication that had not been landscaped before.<br />
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We often think of the payoff that his idea generated, but imagine the vulnerability he must have felt originally. It would have been easier and safer to wait on his idea and graduate first. Had he done this, it might have been too late.<br />
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The same thing goes for many people, including many of my own friends. Each is unique, but carries heavy degrees of uncertainty. Each one of these people embraced vulnerability and used it shoot themselves into a new experience.<br />
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In relationships, we give ourselves a pat on the back when we don’t allow vulnerability to creep in. And yes, I am indeed a lady that allows this to happen.But don’t let societal expectations fool you. The truest marker of how full of a life you are living is how often you allow yourself to be vulnerable to it.<br />
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If you have been vulnerable in a relationship, you are giving all of yourself to it and the other person. You are putting your heart on display, all for the possibility of love. I'm not saying shout everything from the roof top, but be vulnerable.<br />
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It may work out or it may not, but you can rest assured that because you have allowed yourself to be vulnerable, you are living without regret.<br />
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If you have lived in the world of vulnerability — in your career, relationship, life decisions — know that you are daring to do what others won’t. Your vulnerability is the aftermath of your strength of character, not a sign of weakness.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-52522360030634764222014-03-29T10:26:00.003-07:002014-03-29T10:26:36.647-07:00Laughing is the way to a girls heart...<br /><div class="modfloat full">
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No matter who you ask, every woman will tell you the same thing: She
wants a man who can make her laugh. It’s a universal fact for all those
who enjoy laughing – which, as far as I know, is everybody. Is that all a
woman is looking for? No. But her finding you funny increases your
chances with her to sky rocket.<br />
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Laughing is a universal language on its own. Some people speak the
same language and others don’t. The thing about humor is that having a
different sense of humor is basically a permanent thing. <br />
When a guy can make a woman
laugh, she at least knows that they’re speaking the same language.
That’s always a great place to start. For me this is what I would refer to as 'the banter'.<br />
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Sense of humor reveals a lot about a person – more than you’d expect. <br />
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<br />You get a glimpse into their thought processes, into the way their
minds work, and a slight glimpse into their pasts. Of course, a lot of
things can be unexpected and not deemed to be funny, but chances are,
they are deemed to be funny by someone. This is why some people have a
very light and almost childlike sense of humor, while others can have a
dark, even gruesome sense of humor.<br />
The darker the sense of humor, the darker the person. Getting to know
a person’s sense of humor gives you a good read on his or her
character. Of course, reading that character isn’t always easy, as many
individuals do their best to hide their true natures. But that comes
with practice.<br />
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Nevertheless, if a woman finds a man funny, she believes they have a
similar sense of humor and therefore must have a bit in common. They are
more likely to have things they can relate on — similar experiences,
similar beliefs and ways of seeing the world. When a woman finds a man
funny, she feels closer to him because she senses that they can
understand each other in a way not everyone can.<br />
On top of this, laughing makes you feel really good; It really does, I laughed so much at a date last night that at one stage my mascara ran. Laughing makes you feel alive and happy. Who doesn’t want
to feel that way as often as possible?<br />
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Making a woman laugh is literally making her happy. Have you ever
seen a sad laughing person? Only if he or she is wearing one of those
creepy clown costumes. Otherwise, it’s basically impossible. If she’s
laughing, she’s happy and having a good time. If she’s happy thanks to
you, then she’ll like you for it. It’s really not rocket science. If you
can’t make her laugh, then she’s probably not going to want to spend
time with you. What I would refer to as the 'too nice guy', which lets be clear is ' the boring guy'.<br />
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But if you can’t get constant smiles and giggles, you’re not doing it
right. When you can get a woman to anticipate the laughter, anticipate
the fun and enjoyment of interacting with you, you’ll see her face light
up the moment she sees you. When you get this, you’ve got her. If you
light up the same way she does because she makes you laugh and smile all
the time, then the two of you may very well be on your way to a life worth laughing about. But it all starts with laughter.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-10155750332547352382014-03-20T10:27:00.001-07:002014-03-20T10:27:06.237-07:00Tagged Post<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The lovely Abi Street tagged me in the following post: You so should check her blog out, its currently one of my favorites now! <a href="http://abistreetx.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank"> abistreetx.blogspot.co.uk</a><br />
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I love these types of blogs, not only because its fun, but it connects you to everyone in the blog world! Thanks Abi!<br />
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TMI TAG ∙ QUESTIONS:<br />
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1: What are you wearing?<br />
I am currently wearing no underwear, ha ha. I have Topshop leggings, a green Topshop t-shirt and a blue Topshop hoodie, and Nike black runners, did I just shit up TOPSHOP?<br />
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2: Ever been in love?<br />
Yes, I have once, he is due to be married and I am honestly happy for him.<br />
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3: Ever had a terrible breakup?<br />
One, but I can safely say he paid :)<br />
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4: How tall are you?<br />
I am 5ft6, on a good day!<br />
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5: How much do you weigh?<br />
Hard question to answer and put public for a girl, I actually hate this question but I got to answer, I am a little under 9 stone, unsure!<br />
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6: Any tattoos?<br />
I have one, on my left arm, its a line from a Ben Howard song<br />
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7: Any piercings?<br />
Only my ears, and I never wear ear rings!<br />
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8: OTP?<br />
Ben Howard please!<br />
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9: Favorite show?<br />
I am old school, so sex and the city, the black books, Father Ted, New girl.<br />
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10: Favorite bands?<br />
Cheap Mondays..... ADDITIVE!<br />
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11: Something you miss? .<br />
My ginger hair!<br />
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12: Favorite song?<br />
Currently listening to a lot of Ben Foster!<br />
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13: How old are you?<br />
I am 29 years old<br />
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14: Zodiac sign?<br />
Libra, Balanced<br />
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15: Quality you look for in a partner?<br />
Banter, so important, got to make me laugh, someone that is happy in there own skin to be 100% themselves.<br />
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16: Favorite Quote?<br />
I have a lot, I love 'when life gives you lemons, throw them at people'.<br />
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17: Favorite actor?<br />
Anthony Hopkins<br />
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18: Favorite color?<br />
This is too large to answer, but maybe bright pink.<br />
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19: Loud music or soft?<br />
Loud going out, soft chilling out.<br />
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20: Where do you go when you’re sad?<br />
I hardly get sad, but a bubble bath or a hug from certain people.<br />
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21: How long does it take you to shower?<br />
I never shower, only baths<br />
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22: How long does it take you to get ready in the morning?<br />
Anything from 15 to 30 minutes<br />
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23: Ever been in a physical fight?<br />
No comment, haha I pushed a Garda once!<br />
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24: Turn on?<br />
Beards<br />
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25: Turn off?<br />
Long finger nails, greasy hair<br />
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26: The reason you started blogging?<br />
My sister enjoyed it and I studied Journalism, so hence I ended up a blogger.<br />
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27: Fears?<br />
Blood tests and getting fat.<br />
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28: Last thing that made you cry?<br />
I only cry when its something very bad, so hardly ever<br />
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29: Last time you said you loved someone?<br />
My Mam, on the phone at lunch time<br />
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30: Meaning behind your blog name?<br />
Meraki, I liked the sound and the fact it means hard work in people.<br />
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31: Last book you read?<br />
Pat Tierney's autobio<br />
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32: The book you’re currently reading?<br />
Clean eating: without Sugar<br />
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33: Last show you watched?<br />
I watched an episode of New Girl<br />
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34: Last person you talked to?<br />
My Daddy<br />
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35: The relationship between you and the person you last texted?<br />
Derek, a guy I am dating<br />
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36: Favorite food?<br />
Pink lady apples, scones<br />
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37: Place you want to visit?<br />
Fourth time, but NY for my 30th<br />
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38: Last place you were?<br />
Paris Fashion week last year, I need a break!<br />
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39: Do you have a crush?<br />
Yes<br />
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40: Last time you kissed someone?<br />
Last Sunday, twas very nice.<br />
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41: Last time you were insulted?<br />
Eh, I dont tend to even listen to insultes<br />
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42: Favorite flavor of sweet?<br />
I dont eat sweets<br />
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43: What instruments do you play??<br />
Sadly none, does the spoons count?<br />
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44: Favorite piece of jewelery?<br />
My gold diamond ring, a gift from my work at the Body&Soul Festival 2013<br />
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45: Last sport you played?<br />
None, thats sad<br />
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46: Last song you sang?<br />
Stop in the name of love? No idea why??<br />
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47: Favorite chat up line?<br />
Dont do them!<br />
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48: Have you ever used it?<br />
No Never!!!<br />
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49: Last time you hung out with anyone?<br />
yesterday with my friend Flora<br />
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50: Who should answer these questions next?<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-16552354042562464232014-03-20T07:26:00.002-07:002014-03-20T07:26:57.281-07:00They do not make men like they use to....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I love men. I love how they smell and the veins in their forearms. I love their deep voices and their neckties. I love how they protect their women and take care of their family. I love how they write love letters and walk you to your side of the car door.<br />
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I love how they wait for you on benches and listen to the details of your day. I love how they talk about women with respect and admiration. I love how they take pride in their appearance but more pride in their actions. I love how they drink but can hold their liquor. I love how they are strong and stable. Oh wait, I’m sorry, these men don’t exist anymore.<br />
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The men that exist have come to change to a different kind of man from that of our past generation.<br />
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They are no longer respectful of the women they chase and courteous to the women they don’t. They are no longer these strong, independent, responsible gentlemen we thought they’d be in their twenties. Everything from their style, to their pick-up lines has changed, and not for the better.<br />
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Of course, not all men are like this. There are exceptions to every case and I’ve had the pleasure of meeting a few boys who I think will grow up to epitomize what men used to be.<br />
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However, like anything in this world, generalizations are formed when trends are set and the men today have been setting some pretty bad ones. No longer is it smoking cigars and drinking brandy, but now sponsor drinking 'cans'.<br />
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No longer is it clean sweaters and nice shoes, but t-shirts with the sleeves cut off and Air Jordans. No longer is it subtle compliments and passing glances, but whistling out of car windows and misleading gestures. No longer is it conversations about women with depth and real beauty, but tits and ass, always tits and ass.<br />
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Now, I know that Cary Grant, Marlon Brando and Frank Sinatra were figures created by Hollywood, but it’s about what they represented — which was style.<br />
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They epitomized the ideal man and the image he should portray. They may have been pigs and bastards in their own regard, but at least they did it with class. Men will always be men, and some men will always be pigs. However, the general notion that these men portrayed was that you should at least try not to act like one.<br />
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I’m not saying that women should be doted on and treated like things to be won, in fact a man like that would as I put it 'wreak my head', but I think we need to be bring some class back to men and the dating world in general.<br />
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I think men need to start acting like men and stop behaving like boys. They need to realize that we don’t want to be taking care of them, we want to be respected and enticed by them. We want the men the way they were back then, back when they had class and at least tried to be gentlemen. TRIED!<br />
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I know many things that women expect are just media-induced illusions, the way men expect women to have pillow fights in their underwear at sleepovers, sorry guys this just does not happen, but we can still dream. We can dream of a way that men used to be and hope!<br />
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Men used to hold your hand, now they just hold their hair with gel.<br />
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Men used to protect their women, now they protect their egos.<br />
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Men used to buy you a drink, now they get you drunk before going out.<br />
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Men used to talk like Cary Grant, now they don’t even text in full sentences.<br />
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Men used to take you dancing, now they just dance around the subject.<br />
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Men used to buy you flowers, now they’re just looking to deflower you. ( sorry I laughed when I wrote this one)<br />
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Men used to talk about women with class, now they only talk about girls with the biggest ass/tits.<br />
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Men used to write love letters, now they don’t even send emails.<br />
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Men used to date, now they only Tinder.<br />
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Men used to insist on picking up the bill, now they just want to shove a bill in a g-string. And no I am not a hooker.<br />
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Men used to watch movies, now they watch porn.<br />
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Men used to leave in the morning, now they leave when they’re done.<br />
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So ladies the bigger question is, are we the 'ladies' we also use to be?<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-51065099214018069172014-03-14T09:57:00.001-07:002014-03-14T09:57:16.587-07:00I'm just not that into you!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If we’re lucky, we end the same number of relationships that we begin — minus one. (If we’re unlucky, the number breaks even.)<br />
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As a single 29-year-old in Dublin, my first-date count continues to climb steadily, as does the number of times I decide that I’m not exactly psyched to see someone again.<br />
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No matter how casual things were or how much you actually enjoyed his company (even if as a friend), it’s never fun to say no thanks to a second date.<br />
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I hope he takes the hint when I constantly have “early work meetings” or when my responses are hours delayed. But if he doesn’t, I have to get 'real'.<br />
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Fortunately, our generation has adopted a way to avoid having the painfully awkward “This isn’t going to work” conversation in person, on the phone or even over email: by simply not having it at all. Instead, we turn to the creative, effective, yet totally hopeless “slow fade.”<br />
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Here’s how it works: After a first (or second) date, allow the initial follow-up text — “Hey, want to grab drinks again this Thursday?” — to linger for hours or maybe even a day. ( During which I debate the following questions, 'Am I a bitch?' or 'Shit I should write back')<br />
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Then, respond with a short, elusive response like, “Sorry, crazy week at work!” If he asks about your weekend plans, say something vague about a birthday party and friends in town and so on, until you eventually let the text(s) or call(s) go completely unacknowledged and unanswered.<br />
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I’ve experienced various forms of the slow fade, as both giver and a receiver, in dating situations throughout the years and it seems like it is becoming the choice to many to get out of having to hang out.<br />
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Evidently, it has become the most socially acceptable way to say, “I’m just not that into you” — without actually saying it. ( See the movie for guidelines)<br />
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Here is what I truely think it’s downright rude to ignore someone. Gradual unresponsiveness does not let someone down “easily” or “nicely,” and having grown up in the South, proper manners are always in the back of my mind. ( No north-side haters here)<br />
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If the slow fade is most certainly wrong, what is right?<br />
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Although I know I shouldn’t ignore his follow-up text about dinner next week or watch his call go to voicemail while I’m sitting on the couch, I’m at a loss for another way to convey my lack of interest to go out again.<br />
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So, in the spirit of bringing some sort of decency to today’s dating scene, I offer six practical alternatives to the slow fade.<br />
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Also all can be enforced through, you guessed it a simply text message, because, let’s face it: having an in-person conversation to deny a second date is unrealistic. (Face-to-face breakups should be reserved for relationships that are two-month or longer.)<br />
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<b>1. Be straightforward.</b><br />
Tell him that you enjoyed meeting him but that you’re just not the right fit for each other.<br />
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PRO: Honesty is always the best policy…right?<br />
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CON: He can’t do much else but take it personally.<br />
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<b>2. Blame it on vague personal issues.</b><br />
“I just have a lot going on in my life right now,” and leave it at that.<br />
PRO: He’ll be too freaked out to question it.<br />
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CON: He may think you have a serious problem, like a drug addiction or a criminal record. And, if he’s feeling especially vengeful, potential rumors could spread among mutual friends. Que the texts coming in bundles of 'Sarah, all ok?'<br />
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<b>3. Say you just started seeing someone.</b><br />
Explain that you’ve been dating someone casually, but things recently became more serious.<br />
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PRO: There’s really nothing he can say unless he wants to sound like a jerk or a pyshco or a fruit cake?<br />
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CON: If you’re in the same social circle, he may hear through the grapevine that you’re still flying solo and yes your know the 'lying bitch'.<br />
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<b>4. Become dramatic, weird and crazy.</b><br />
Talk about how you cry during Disney movies, eat only white foods, have to turn the lights on 22 times before leaving the house etc etc.<br />
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PRO: He’ll probably never text you again!<br />
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CON: Again, this could get around.<br />
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<b>5. Use work as an excuse.</b><br />
PRO: There’s no judgment and no alternative solution, unless he’s your boss, and girls you SHOULD NOT DATE YOUR BOSS.<br />
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CON: He may try again for next week or brunch on Sunday two weeks from now, and there has to be a limit to how many hours you could ever seriously be stuck at work.<br />
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<b>6. Tell him you’re not looking for anything serious.</b><br />
PRO: I guess he could believe you and leave it at that.<br />
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CONS: I mean, anyone with half a brain knows you’re simply saying, “I’m not into you.” You went on a date for Christ’s sake — you’re clearly not opposed to an eventual relationship. Or, he’ll say that he’s not looking for a relationship either, so why not keep hooking up for the hell of it? Try getting out of that one.<br />
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So, single ladies (and gentleman), I ask you: Would any of these options work better then ' I don't want to go on another date'. Plain, simple, straight forward truth?<br />
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Which would you prefer to tell someone, or to be told? Personally, I would prefer the simply ' You didnt have me at hello'!<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-53321293763170206382014-03-03T05:27:00.001-08:002014-03-03T05:27:19.429-08:00Why I do not drink?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Living in Dublin City can be incredibly stressful. The hectic workdays and nights chasing your dreams can grow tiring. Many people don’t make it, move back home with their parents and throw in the 'life' towel. Others achieve their dreams. Somewhere in between this spectrum, though, some people like to sit down after a hard day of work and enjoy a nice cold drink.<br />
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It has come to my knowledge in the past month, that people ask me a question on repeat, 'Why do you not drink?'. This is what lead me to write this artcile.<br />
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I’m a 29-year-old woman living in Dublin City chasing my pipe dream & achieving it and I have also never had a drop of alcohol in the last year and a half. I’ve never touched any kind of drug either before you ask.Before I go any further, let me answer the most common questions that people tend to have when I drop this information on them:<br />
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No, I am not in a world cult.<br />
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No, I am not sick.<br />
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No, I’m not a Mormon.<br />
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Now that we have that out of the way, let me explain why I don’t drink or do drugs. Simply, it just doesn’t interest me. I’ve weighed the pros and cons, and the pros FAR outweigh the cons. It’s healthier not to do it, it’s cheaper, I always remember where I leave stuff, I’ve never broken or lost a phone, I’ve never hooked up with a guy, who when I awoke, looked completely different than I thought, I can always drive, I’ve never puked in a public space, so on and so forth.<br />
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When it came to the pros of drinking, I had a hard time listing any. As far as I know, people don’t really like the taste, I on the other hand did. Hangovers seem like a nightmare, especially if you are working the next day. And oftentimes, you lose your ability to speak coherently. The only positive that anyone has told me about drinking or doing drugs is, “it’s fun!”<br />
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Point taken. You see, as someone who doesn’t drink or do drugs, I still have the 'fun' a lot. There is commonly held assumption that if you don’t drink or do drugs, you look down upon those who do. I don’t. This is just a choice that I’ve made for myself and what I think is best for me.<br />
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If you enjoy drinking or doing drugs, go for it! I’m not saying that I’m right about everything or that my way of life is better than any other, I just prefer to live this way. I acknowledge that drinking and doing drugs look like a lot of fun and the stories I’m told about going out drinking are usually hilarious. It’s just that I have chosen to change in my life. And yes those hilarious stories are my own old drinking ones.<br />
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This path I’ve chosen for myself though, presents a lot of challenges. It has affected my life in more areas than I thought it would. There are a lot of mixed feelings when it comes to someone who isn’t interested in drinking or doing drugs, and those feelings come from a lot of different places.<br />
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Dating.<br />
A while ago, after one to many failed dates, one of my friends told me that a guy who he knew in the group was interested in me. He gave him my number and we proceeded to text for a while and eventually, decided to meet up.<br />
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After we met in a bar,I told him that I didn’t drink and suddenly, the tone of the night was set. It wasn’t about hanging out and getting to know each other anymore, it was about, “Why don’t you just DRINK?!” “Come on, just have one!” ”What would it take for you to have a drink?” For all the judgment people assume I put off, I felt pretty judged — and quite uncomfortable.<br />
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After that, I tried to arrange hanging out with dates at another location. This seemed like the straight forward thing to do- until I realized I was changing for someone, cue me saying 'If you don't like that fact I do not drink, well I aint giving up pubs, nightclubs to make anyone comfortable'.<br />
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Work.<br />
Honestly, a good few of you who read my blog know I would as a Personal Assailant and also in Festivals and Events, most who work with me know I am loud,crazy and loads of fun. So in this case not drinking is the norm for me in work now, yes the crazy lady who works in events who doesn't drink, but sure I am always remembered!<br />
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Friends.<br />
I have friends who go out drinking often — on any given night of the week, I always get an invite. Apparently, because I don't drink it does not bother anyone among my friends. Just because I don’t drink, doesn’t mean I don’t ever want to go out. So if there are good friends they will include you!<br />
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I like going out and being around friends, whether they are drinking or not. If I like their company, odds are, I want to be around them. Inevitably, there will be the joke to the effect of, “I’ll have a beer and she’ll have a beer and this girl, right here, will have a WATER!” It’s hilarious. After that, however, I do have the ability to function and speak with people who are drinking. Yes, I enjoy hearing the same story on repeat :)<br />
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Abstaining from alcohol and drugs has been one of the decisions I’ve made for myself. Still, I can’t help but imagine what my life would be like if I had just jumped on the bandwagon again. I can’t help but wonder if I’d be happier or if I’d have more friends — heck, maybe I would have less mates.<br />
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All in all, what I do know is I am happy, and each time I am out with friends.... Im 100% me!<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-9412953594949616792014-02-26T06:28:00.001-08:002014-02-26T06:28:11.055-08:00Blog Swap!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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So Sarah wrote a gorgeous post about turning thirty! <a href="http://blog.makeupfordolls.com/2014/02/SarahMerakiDublinGuestBlog.html" target="_blank">http://blog.makeupfordolls.com/2014/02/SarahMerakiDublinGuestBlog.html</a> I've known Sarah now for about four (?)
(correct me if I'm wrong Sarah) years since we both took a makeup course
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I had planned on a more makeup-y post, but having read Sarah's swap
post (link here), I decided I needed to make my post more in line with her
blog, which is her second attempt at blogging and I really recommend you read
some of her posts... I personally think she writes beautifully, in her no
shit*, straight up, "take no prisoners" mode - just like her, in
fact. Her blog started out posting about
gigs and events and has morphed into a lifestyle blog - a bit about makeup,
skincare, product launches, events, gigs, fashion, life, advice, stuff in
general. I love reading her posts.<o:p></o:p></div>
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So in Sarah's post she mentions turning thirty. I remember that. My experience wasn't so full of
epiphanies! I wish I could turn back the
clock quite a few years and tell myself off.
I sulked. I stropped. For almost a year. I was not where I wanted to be. Life-wise.
Career-wise. The arse-end had
fallen out of the tech market and we had our own catastrophic tech recession
for two years, long before the "real" recession hit. Myself and all of my friends were out of
work. We had no jobs. We couldn't get any, no matter what. Even lower-level jobs, forget it – no-one
wanted to hire someone at our levels at the time. Most of my friends had been contracting, and
as a result, couldn't claim PRSI because, although we paid it at a higher level
than PAYE workers, it was a different bracket-or-other, which didn't give us
any entitlements afterwards. The lucky
of us had families to fall back on. It
was an awful, hard, humiliating time.
Used to working, and working hard, most of us found ourselves at loose
ends, at the mercy of our families' unbelievable generosities, putting roofs over
our heads, feeding us, helping us all out.
When finally we all started getting jobs, two or so years later, they
were mostly low paid, and the attitude at the time was one of "suck it up,
at least you have one". I worked
for years in jobs that made me almost cry, having to go out the door at the
time. Jobs where I made myself plaster a
smile on my face when I got up, because I figured it might make me feel better
by the time I got to work. My other half
had to leave the country and we had a few years of him not even being around
(we've split up since, no harm, things worked out for the better as it
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I wouldn't have had anything if I hadn't had family. I would have been on the streets. If not at the start, then eventually. Genuinely so.
And I hit my 30's in the middle of all of that crud. So, let's just say, it was not a good time of
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Some years later, a huge breakup and a lot of trauma later, a few
really dreadfully awful jobs where I was actually bullied, and got nowhere with
complaints, a couple of years of not being able to pay the heating some winters
to get back on track, and still in the middle of a recession, albeit a global
one, not just a tech one, I can hold my head high and say I don't care what age
I am. I'd rather be younger. I'd rather be carrying less weight. I'd rather have younger-looking skin and that
the very recent fine lines that have finally made an appearance, were not
there. I wish that I didn't balloon out
every time that I stop starving myself.
I'd rather have made a few decisions differently. I'd rather have not lost some friends. But what doesn't kill you, for sure, makes
you stronger. "This too shall
pass" is so beyond true. I have a
truly amazing family, I spend my life trying to do think up things to do for
them to let them know just what every single one of them means to me. I understand the meaning of sacrifice. I have watched my family struggle thoughout
the recession, just as I have. I have
watched it add a few pounds here, or strip them there, or a few crows feet
there. I have seen some of them leave
the country to take a job that, given an option, they might not have
chosen. I've watched others make
sacrifices for their family that leave me speechless. I am grateful for each and every single one
of them. There's a new generation in the
family now, and they have breathed life, and fun, and love into the extended
family unit. Some of the older
generation have passed away, and one in particular lingers on in an awful
not-quite-life that makes me wish we all had an "off" switch we could
push when we've had enough. But that's
life. Warts, ups, downs, crud,
happiness. And that's family too. Marriages, divorces, split-ups, arguments,
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So my advice to you, a decade on - don't sweat the little things. Love your family. Wear sunglasses and use eye cream, let the
only laughter lines you have be from just that - laughing. It'll save you a fortune in IPL and skin
whiteners later on. "Life's a piece
of shit, when you look at it", according to Monty Python, so seek out the
humour in situations and laugh at them!
And to fuck with anyone who tells you off for it. Don't apologise for being anything other than
100% you. Stop criticising
yourself. Sing in the car. Sing in the shower. Maybe stop singing when people put their
hands over their ears and leave the room (or at least take it down an octave,
mammy). Save your money but don't hoard
it - find ways of doing things with it that are meaningful and non-miserly:
share the wealth. Ease off on the fried
foods. Spend time with people when you
can, don't make excuses not to because you're tired - because life is busy, and
you might not always get the chances you want as you get older. Keep the friends that matter. Let go of the ones that don't. And occasionally, just let go of the ones
that do too, and if you're "meant to be" friends, you will,
effortlessly, weightlessly. Respect your
elders and your youngers and most especially the ones you're stuck with, the
ones you can't choose, the ones you were born into. Stop thinking you know it all. You really, really don’t. Take jobs that you hate occasionally, because
life sometimes does suck, but needs’ must.
But try to have soul and creativity in your life. Paint, dance, take photos, bake cakes, write
a blog, hell, take a makeup course and make new friends, and stay in touch with
them, and swap blog posts…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Dedicated to all the dreamers, and the hard workers, and those who are
having a truly shit time in this recession.
To those who thanklessly, wordlessly, sacrifice things. To those who love us unconditionally. To those who have no jobs, or who have jobs
they hate, or who have just got back into the jobs market and are feeling their
way. To those who helped me out when I
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-73978252823878783902014-02-19T05:28:00.003-08:002014-02-19T05:28:38.370-08:00I am messy, not dirty!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is a vast distinction between being messy and being dirty. Dirty is a lack of showering for gods sakes! ( Yes, I do wash!)<br />
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Being messy implies something greater; it refers to those days you come home from work and rip your clothes off and leave it on the floor until washing day approaches; it’s leaving piles of water glasses on your night table(Yes I am talking to you Amy Richardson) and knowing exactly where your headphones are, despite being buried underneath a pile of clothes/pillows/blankets.<br />
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It’s a lifestyle that few can achieve, but once you do, it’s an impressive thing. Yes, impressive. I may not have hung my favorite hoodie up in a month, but I know exactly where, in my war zone of a bedroom, it hides. The idea of being messy, especially in this case, is simply that things don’t get put away where they should, when they should. Expect the times I do a huge tidy.<br />
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There are many things to take into consideration when determining if a person is dirty or messy. Messy is a pile of dishes in the sink; dirty is food stuck on the counter. Messy is moving things around to “organize them,” while dirty usually involves a sponge and some bleach. Read below my results:<br />
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1. Your Bedroom Floor<br />
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Personally, I haven’t seen my bedroom floor everyday,like a man in my life, I just do not need to.<br />
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Between work and afternoon activities, there just doesn’t really seem to be enough time to do a massive clean up. At the end of the day, it’s much more desirable to fall into your unmade bed than it is to clear the sh*t off your floor.<br />
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As long as the only things sprawled out across your floor are clothing items and not dirty dishes, you fall into the messy department. Congratulations.<br />
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2.Your Bed<br />
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Who has time in the morning to make their bed as they’re rushing off to work? Not me, that’s for sure. Honestly, what’s the point if you’re just going to get back into it, anyway? How many of you out there have ever slept on top of your covers to avoid rustling the sheets? Don’t lie; we’ve all done it.<br />
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3. Your Closet<br />
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The best part of having a closet is the fact that it comes equipped with a door — aka, the mess disappears. Closets are an ecosystem all their own. Although I do admit I keep this colour coded, but still messy.<br />
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How do you decide what is worthy to hang up and what gets folded? Ugh, life is so difficult. And what about shoes? Those things get tossed around a closet like nothing else.<br />
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4. Your Bathroom<br />
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The bathroom is a unique room in a house or an apartment that brings about its own set of messy problems. Hair clogs the drain, toothpaste gets stuck in the sink and lids and amke-up are everywhere.<br />
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5. Miscellaneous Clutter<br />
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You walk right into your home and immediately drop your coat and your bag, either on the bedroom floor or your couch.<br />
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Chances are you don’t live alone? So, you probably have twice or triple the clutter because your roommates are doing the exact same thing.<br />
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6. Your clothes washing<br />
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This an issue in and of itself. Who has the time to devote to waiting out an entire cycle?<br />
Of course there is always the option of sending it out to be done for about 75 cents per pound, but that is not a luxury for everyone.<br />
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Figuring out the best way to get your washing done is only half the battle; the other half is WTF to do with it when it’s done. Of course the obvious answer is to put it away, but let’s be real, it’s either going to sit in a pile somewhere in your room or sleep with you in bed. Besides, only you can determine what’s clean and what’s not. Ironing? What the hell is that again?<br />
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7. Your Bag<br />
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You have receipts overflowing; you can hear your keys, but you can’t find them; there’s a pile of sand at the bottom, but you haven’t seen a beach in years.<br />
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How the hell does that pile even accumulate? Maybe it's due to how big the bag is?<br />
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8. Your life<br />
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It may sounds like cleaning up your life should be your priority. But thankfully my life is pretty organized, well sort of.....<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-37510826508395174202014-02-12T03:59:00.003-08:002014-02-12T03:59:45.645-08:00Valentines blog post<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I think that everyone looks for love and it’s common, but for love to find you is what’s special. I think that love means something different to each person walking on this earth, for some it’s to find peace, for some it’s to not feel so alone, and for some it’s to find a partner; someone to love life with. For me I don’t think I’m ready to find love again. I want to fall in love with myself first. I want to experience the world on my own and know what that feels like before I let someone in on it.<br />
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In my opinion, you have to do that first or you don’t know what it feels like when you fall in love. That life-altering shift in your gut that tells you that you couldn’t live any other way and you don’t know how you thought life was enough before. I want to experience moments. I want to know that I never took anything for granted and even if no one else was there for me, I was there for myself. This is a love letter to me.<br />
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Fall in love with the way that you’re not perfect. Love the way that there are things about you that people will want to change, but be happy that they only want to do that because those things make you unique. Fall in love with the lines in your hands that will one day hold the hand of your better half. But first fall in love with the face that looks back at you every day and know that she is more than enough. There is no one else on the face of this earth that is like her. No one has been through what you’ve been and no one can see the way you see the world and the way it looks from your eyes.<br />
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Be foolish, jump on your bed, sing in the shower. But do everything with your heart. Live through your gut, then your heart, and then check in with your head. Don’t wait for something to go wrong to start living. Be foolish and be hungry. Never let your desire fade in your pursuit of success. Always choose moments because those are the things you’ll look back on, and not the balance in your bank account. If you want to live in the city when you’re older, do it. If you want to play the piano in a concert hall and cry because it sounds so beautiful, do it.(Ask permission firstly, he, he)<br />
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Never let the opinions of others or the fear of judgment or embarrassment dictate your choices. There wouldn’t be judgment without jealousy. Go to New York City and walk around aimlessly just to explore and have an adventure. Remember to take chances because they will eventually expire. Life has an expiration date. Everything dies because it’s what makes living worthwhile; the idea that you only have one chance to do it right. Follow your heart, wherever it may lead, wherever you may go, know that it will always take you where you need to be. Even if you feel lost know that it’d be easier to live life if you knew how it would end, but that’s what makes it interesting.<br />
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So listen to the songs that make your heart break and dance to the ones that make your toes tingle with excitement. Savor a sweet treat or a good meal with friends and family. Be thankful for everything because no one else has what you have. You’ve been given the gift of a life anyone would be lucky to live. So don’t get down by the stresses of everyday life, things are meant to throw you off. As they say, sailing wouldn’t be fun if the water were entirely smooth. Life is an adventure, so throw on your big girl pants and live your life your way and don’t apologize for that.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-24361882144952522642014-02-06T04:33:00.001-08:002014-02-06T04:33:59.639-08:00Why everyone should have a Sister<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I will never forget the first time myself and my Sister took the subway in New York. I am the oldest of three girls, and on this particular day we were on our way to some cutesy breakfast place. She must have known from my years of coming to New York that I was still excited to be here, again.<br />
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As we descended into the subway, she locked her arm into mine and I processed to tell her that a species of rats live in the subway and they bite your toes then slowly eat the flesh off your feet. OK I may have made what I had read in an article in the New York Newspaper that morning ( Delivered to our hotel room) a tad extreme, of course she knew during this conversation that this wasn't true, but you best believe my Sister is super smart, so I guess she lets these 'Sarah thoughts' slide.<br />
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It’s one of these conversations and moments or lessons we realize what we gain from having a sister. She has imparted so much knowledge on me — everything from help with my bad spelling, to how to use the washing machine. To Grace teaching me about child birth from a nurses view.Through it all, one thing remains true: They will always have my back and I’ll always have theirs.<br />
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Here are the life lessons learned from my Sisters:<br />
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<b><i>1. How to bargain properly</i></b><br />
It’s the summer of 2000 and something,its all about the 'leather jacket', and you desperately want your other sister’s Topshop over your River Island jacket.<br />
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After one or two turns you both settle on swapping jackets for a 'change'. It’s then, my friends, when you realize she has just taught you that a good business deal is when two people feel like they are not f*cking each other over.<br />
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<b><i>2. It doesn't matter if no one else knows about it; if you and your sisters do, it’s COOL</i></b><br />
Uh, what do you mean you haven’t heard of that weird movie where the people live in a scary house with the devils cat and solve mysteries and stuff?!<br />
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If someone hasn't heard about that totally weird piece of entertainment that only you and your sisters know about, then he or she is clearly missing out on a great movie(Amy or Grace's choice of movie BTW). Anyone else who doesn't follow is a complete alien.<br />
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<b><i>3. No matter how crazy your family is, it’s yours… and you love them for it</i></b><br />
The fact that dad sings after dinner, before dinner or during any occasion or Mam has an addiction to any programme where someone is killed, isn't a real reason to be annoyed with them, but when you are, it’s your sister's who understands most. They teach you to be grateful for the family you have and that no matter what, they’re whom you can fall back on.<br />
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<b><i>4. How to hang tough and throw serious faces</i></b><br />
When those mean people called you fat or slagged the clothes you wore such as 'cycle shorts'(Wait, timeout for a second. Can you actually believe we wore those?), it’s your sister's who told you to stiffen up and roll your eyes at the haters(Both my sisters always stuck up for me). Maybe they spoke privately to you or maybe they personally told the 'Bitch' to piss off, either way Sisters are there.<br />
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You may have learned this indirectly from your Sisters.Amy&Grace have been role models to never stop being who I am. Either way, your sisters has proven to you that loving yourself is what’s most important… but if not they always will, too.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-15300844594397409792014-02-03T08:56:00.002-08:002014-02-03T08:56:38.022-08:00Why beards make me happy!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Okay, so I have another confession to make. On top of swooning over older guys, I’m pretty much obsessed with bearded men — not just bearded men, but hairy men… like, the whole friggin’ package: excluding back hair. I’m totally hooked.<br />
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Aside from being obviously smokin’ hot, hairy men arouse this kind of deep desire that is really borderline animalistic.<br />
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That’s not to say that hairless men aren’t sexy, either.A clean-shaven look after weeks of scruff can be rather dashing (not to mention, a nice break from the red chin or messed make-up).<br />
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Let’s not forget about all the other glorious places men have hair, too, starting with my personal favorite: the chest.<br />
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Warning: The content you are about to read contains explicit language, strong sexual suggestions and is intended for mature audiences only. And maybe if you’re my dad you should stop reading here altogether.<br />
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The excitement I get when I unbutton a man’s shirt to reveal the thicket of chest hair can only be compared to that special feeling you get when you open the doors of the TOPSHOP on Oxford street.<br />
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Seriously, if I sleep on chest hair just so I could nuzzle against it while lying in bed, I would. And I’m fully aware of how odd that sounds.<br />
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There’s something deeply comforting about having a bearish-like man hug you.<br />
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Hairy men are good for more than just their unparalleled sex appeal,they bring lots of joy into my world, as well as those of others.<br />
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As if we needed further reason to love these smoldering beasts, here are more things a hairy man is good for:<br />
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Keeping us warm<br />
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Use their body as a blanket. Hairy men have more than enough tufts to go around and they’re way softer than a down comforter.<br />
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Looking like GQ models<br />
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Storing food for later<br />
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Easy on the eyes 24/7.<br />
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Looking like hipsters<br />
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Sawing wood and lumberjacking<br />
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Just humor me and play into the stereotype, okay?<br />
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Playing with there beards while talking:<br />
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Skinning beardss<br />
How come no one has thought of this before?! I’d love a new pair of beard-lined Uggs.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-74741453796827904912014-01-30T15:05:00.003-08:002014-01-30T16:01:03.884-08:00When life gives you lemons.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We’ve heard it a million times: Life is hard, but you have to keep calm and carry on. It is impossible to go through life without getting caught in rain — we live in Ireland, try to beat that system.<br />
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Breakups, rejection and failure all present testing times to which we all react differently. Some of us eat and cry and some of us drink more alcohol. But eventually, we all get over it.<br />
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Sometimes though, people cling to a setback for so long that it becomes a part of their identities, embedded in their minds for years. We are all keepers of these thoughts.<br />
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These people are losers ( don't judge me until you continue reading), as they choose to waste their lives allowing situations to dictate their self-perceptions. Truly, they are losing out on experiencing life.<br />
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Consider the girl who can’t be happy in a committed relationship because she’s so concerned about getting hurt. Her ex broke her heart when he decided to sleep with her friend, so now she pushes people away and prefers to remain in her comfort zone of self-pity and despair.<br />
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Consider the girl who failed her exams and now sees herself as a failure, wasting time lying in bed, dwelling on the past. Dwelling never solves anything, but people do it because it’s comfortable.<br />
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Yes, plenty of people endure unfortunate incidents, but, upon choosing to feed their insecurities, these people only continue to be insecure. People have two choices upon facing failure: dwell or move past.<br />
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It’s easy to listen to your failures and choose to give up, but don’t allow your failures to become reflections of who you are, because they simply aren’t.<br />
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While on some level, it’s natural for a past experience to shape your image of the world, you run the risk of allowing yourself to believe that’s all the world can offer. The comfort of allowing past experiences to follow you only holds you back, thus how many wonderful moments pass by?<br />
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As comfortable as it is to dwell over a situation and feed into your broken heart, just know that the world owes you nothing and everything depends on your outlook.<br />
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You have the choice to either identify what’s holding you back, deal with it and live for you, or spend your entire life wishing you had, believe me I have done this.<br />
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Sure, sometimes you’ll tell yourself to be strong and not to worry, as everything will to turn out okay, yet you wake up feeling sick, unable to sort your feelings. Rejection and heartache has impacted your self-esteem so negatively that you feel weak and useless.<br />
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You will never be immune to this roller coaster we call life. However, you can decide which seat to take. So, pick. Are you the failure or the fighter?<br />
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Are you the girl who lets setbacks define you or the girl who makes sure they never will? This is the decision that will out outline your identity. It’s the decision of whether or not to be the best you.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-62854904082329760222014-01-29T16:26:00.003-08:002014-01-30T16:11:36.139-08:00NUXE launch party at House.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Whenever I see a product described as a cult favorite, I’m instantly skeptical.The exception for me is Huile Prodigieuse Dry Oil from Nuxe, and it fully lives up to its “cult favorite” label. The oil leaves skin soft and shimmering, not at all greasy, and applying the golden liquid feels like a luxury spa treatment. (So my mum tells me)<br />
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The company turned to the same perfumer who created the beloved Nuxe oil scent, Serge Majoullier, and asked him to blend Prodigieux, Le Parfum*.<br />
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The moment I spray on Le Parfum, I notice that the main difference between the oil and the perfume is the fresh layer. The fragrance opens up with citrus orange, bergamot, mandarin, and also green orange blossom.The topical sent from the Le Parfum, it’s joined by lemony magnolia and green rose.<br />
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The perfume plays with freshness for only a short while, and within 30 minutes, the flowers fade to a creamy blur, and your skin is steeped in vanilla, coconut and brown sugar. It’s sweet, although not overly sweet like a number of perfumes. The milky sweetness persists until the perfume vanishes. Ten hours later I still enjoy the smell upon myself, Wow.<br />
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As I was invited to the launch party by another blogger <a href="http://blog.makeupfordolls.com/">http://blog.makeupfordolls.com/</a>, I was excited that this would be on in 'House', a bar/nightclub/restaurant on Lesson Street, we both walked into a room of bloggers, celebs and guests. We were nicely greet by NUXE. I greedily gulped down the lovely free drinks as I was taken back with the beautiful surroundings. With the neutral backdrop of oranges, bergamot and green leaves the Prodigieux La Parfum stood out on each table, among this was some of the cult products. We were all treated to hand treatment by the lovely NUXE specialists.<br />
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How do I feel about Prodigieux le parfum. It’s a fun, well-crafted tropical floral, t’s a great, affordable option. I have also taken to spraying in on my bedspread in the morning, I have not one bad thing to say about this product. Addict to NUXE...... Hell yes!<br />
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According to blogger Garance Doré, the beard is a trend that simply won't die in NYC. Hey, we don't blame the New Yorkers: It's always nice when a beauty trend allows us to actually do less — when you think about it blow dries aren't as popular, most pale people (like me) don't wear tan anymore and BIG brows? Hell yes please. High fives all around!<br />
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Men aren't the only ones benefiting from the rise in popularity of male facial hair. Women like myself seem to be eating it up like never before.My friends will back me up on how crazy I am about guys with beards and tattoos, but girls,OK not all guys with beards and tattoos are good. Chalk it up to the classic bad-boy attraction, but a guy who looks like a lumberjack with a motorcycle always seems to send my heart atwitter.<br />
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So, readers, what do you think of the seemingly never-ending beard trend? Are you a beardizer? Or, do you refuse to judge a book man by his facial hair?<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-37675165577836788412014-01-27T09:51:00.001-08:002014-01-30T16:04:22.229-08:00Sugar Addict?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Hi, my name is Sarah and I’m an addict. My drug of choice? That sweet, sweet white powder. Yep, I love and lust for sugar.<br />
People often toss off remarks like, 'Oh, I'm totally addicted to these cakes!' But there’s scientific evidence that sugar can be just as addictive as cigarettes or drugs. This just got real.<br />
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I just began reading a book called 'Sugar,Fat and Salt'. The title, a culmination of 10 years of research on food dependency, explains how and why sugar affects some of us so profoundly.<br />
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'There are these pathways in the brain that are known to be activated by substance abuse and they happen to be the same pathways that can be activated by food,'.<br />
'This might explain in part why so many people have a hard time controlling their intake even though you know you’re only supposed to have one or two biscuits.' As a person who has had the piece of cake and gone back for more. Because it’s so palatable, sugar is one of the more common things humans crave.<br />
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Like any good addiction program, the first step is admitting you have a problem.I asked myself these two questions: Why do I find myself consuming certain foods even though I am no longer hungry? and Why do I worry about cutting down on certain foods.(Um, hi, afternoon bite of that cake)<br />
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When I looked at the foods I considered not having 'any' or 'no sugar' in them I was shocked. But would I be able to back anyway from the can from the Diet Coke?<br />
People talk about quitting cold turkey, and while that might work for some people, the foods containing sugar are just so vast. It can be really overwhelming to try to give them all up at once.<br />
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Giving up sugar too quickly can also cause traditional withdrawal symptoms. In animal studies, rats that had been fed a steady diet of sugar water exhibited signs of depression, anxiety, and lethargy when the sweet water was removed. Side effects can be headaches and stomach pains too.<br />
So I am going to start by removing sugary beverages first, then move on to other foods, I do eat very healthy, so its the foods containing “hidden” sugar that i need to look at.<br />
There are about 52 different names for sugar!<br />
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The goodness in giving up sugar? Great skin, hair and nails, less tired, more energy and not having a need to wake in the middle of the night like a heroin addict thinking of the sugary granola I want/need. I’m going to start—just as soon as I finish this Diet Coke.... Muhaha<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-73269796369287212362014-01-21T05:55:00.001-08:002014-01-30T16:04:54.356-08:00Why my career is so important to me.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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If you were to take any time to watch me throughout my day, you would probably think that I am a typical girl, the girl that wants to have a family and the 'norm' girly things. So it may come as a surprise that I consider my career as more important than having a family.<br />
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To me, a career is not just a job. A job is simply the current employment opportunity for which someone is paid.(Quoted from Wikipedia) Many jobs can make up a career. Then again, many jobs can just be many jobs, leading to no career. A career, on the other hand, is a long-term productive occupation that places a central purpose in life. It is one’s life work. For me its the source of value creation in a profession of one’s choosing. And because you choose it, it represents the profession you are most passionate about pursuing. It is something that motivates us to get up in the morning and challenges throughout the day. You should find a career that makes you happy.<br />
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While family is not essential for success and happiness, it certainly makes success special by providing us a place to share our achievements. But it is not the 'Bee-end of life'.<br />
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In 2010, I decided after many months of being tied to a job that placed me in the 'I hate my job' bracket, that I wanted a career change. I made this decision and many decisions in my life without talking to anyone. Shortly after I started College, I informed my family that my career path was going to take me to still be creative but more options. The probability of finding a job that suits every element of our lives is difficult, but I began an Internship, something I tell many others to adjust judgment and consider.<br />
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You might say “that is fine for you, but not for me.” So why do I say that your career should come first?<br />
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The primary reason is because happiness comes from value creation. You can hardly be happy, even if snuggled with the ones you love, in a career with no hope of improvement. It is likewise difficult to build enthusiasm for a job at McDonald’s. While earning money can in a meaningful it does not buy happiness, as I experienced while being a top Stylist in Peter Mark. I wanted to discovered a profession to love, work hard at that profession, and established a career in that field.<br />
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Family and marriage etc, as wonderful as they are, cannot give you that deep sense of achievement. So no matter how much time and effort you put into creating strong, healthy relationships, they make go as pear- shaped as a mushed up potato. The good thing is, in life you can chose what to love.<br />
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If you truly do make having a family your highest value, I would not judge. I have many wonderful friends that want to be the 'stay at home mum', fortunately for me I am too strong about my passion for a career.<br />
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My family and friends bring me an immense amount of joy. I would not give them up and would fight with all of my might to protect and care for them They also understand how important my career is to me and do not ask me to give it up for anything. I would certainly never ask any of them to leave there dreams behind. I encourage everyone to follow there dream career, follow that passion, prepare to work hard, above all never give up on 'having a career'.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-46103693781763684432014-01-20T03:08:00.000-08:002014-01-20T07:40:19.166-08:00To 'you' I haven’t met<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Last night as I sat in my apartment, clutching a soup size cup of tea and getting ready to fall into my soft,warm bed, I saw a this article : “An Open Letter To the Love of my life" While I wouldn't say I have completely given up hope of finding love, I was intrigued nonetheless. The title grabbed me, excited me almost.<br />
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Immediately, I was reminded that I haven’t loved another man since my boy-friend over seven years ago broke my heart. I hoped I might find some salvation in the letter, or at least some inspiration.<br />
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As I read on, I thought perhaps I had clicked on the wrong link. Clearly this article was a knock at 'assholes'.” Unfortunately, it was not the wrong link. There was no salvation to be found. There was no inspiration to love again. Cue my thoughts of climbing into that 'soft,warm bed' and never returning to this bleak, empty world of no love ( yes I am in fact being dramatic).<br />
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Before I continue, there’s a few things you should know about me. I was a romantic. Growing up, my favorite movies were anything from 'Never been kissed' to 'The Notebook'. Anything of a love story of epic . It taught me many things, such as “Death cannot stop true love.” I waited my whole life to find this. When I was 22 years old, I thought I found him.<br />
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We were inseparable for the next a year. We were best friends.He was literally everything I thought I wanted, along with a crazy sense of dressing and hugs that could bring out the best in me. After a few weeks and him always cutting my sandwiches into triangles I knew, 'Yep, I love this guy'. Well, I'm guessing your all in wonder as to how that relationship ended (Maybe another days blog-spot).Fortunately, once I fell in love, none of this mattered. Now back to your letter.<br />
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When I tried to pull myself together and meet other men, I thought it would be easy. After all, by this time, I figured I was an expert on romance and relationships. It wasn't easy. I found that by trying to be honest and nice with a guy in a bar, men just thoughts were nasty. Maybe meeting a guy in a bar wasn't a good idea. So I tried to meet a guy online- lasting 6 weeks online, 3 dates and 2 of the most funniest stories ( For others to giggle not for me).<br />
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While many tell us single guys 'He is just around the corner, blah, blah,blah'. Or those stories of women who went from nerd to beauty queen, from single to loved up. The secret I hear you ask? My coupled friends replied 'All you had to do was say the right things to men at the right times and they were yours'. I immersed myself in the craft and got immediate results, I couldn't understand it.<br />
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I spent my whole life being nice to men and still didn't have any luck. Yet, here I was practically insulting men, ignoring and just plain being 'Just Sarah' and having them all over me. After a while, the game got old and I gave it up. After all, my goal in life has never been to get married.<br />
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As for that man above, I did exactly as suggested. I contacted him and found out how he was and I enjoyed our time together.His email had gone unanswered long enough, my message was returned from him. We told each other everything from the past seven years.<br />
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I know that I loved him more than life itself, and that I’d only been half of a person for along time without him. I wished him happiness. I wish him best in his engagement. I signed it.<br />
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As for me, I learned that I have only loved one person and never told him, I learned that I am happy to be single. Two years ago that would have crushed me. It no longer does. I spend the majority of my time these days just working hard and trying to be a better person.<br />
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There’s no point in climbing the cliffs of insanity for a man, love is there, I know it.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-55435835242249407092014-01-15T07:28:00.001-08:002014-01-30T16:05:42.178-08:00Why you need good friends and say goodbye to the bad<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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'Relationships are essential to leading a happy life. In fact, one could make the argument that all that matters in life is our interaction with each other. Human interaction is necessary; our minds feed off it in order to function properly. In a sense, interaction is what makes us human; healthy, strong relationships teach us to be compassionate and to value life. For this reason, it is crucial we only allow ourselves to engage in good relationships, avoiding negative ones.' - Quoted from advice on friendships.<br />
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However here are my own thoughts, there is always more we can do to profit from our lives and our relationships. We can focus our energy only on beneficial relationships. Good relationships can be beneficial, but that isn’t always the case. Sometimes, what we consider a good relationship would be better referred to as a relationship that isn’t bad: It’s not exactly good, but it’s not bad, so it’s good by default. The majority of us have at least one or two of these “not bad” relationships. While it may not seem like a big deal to entertain such relationships, it is. This is something that has taken me time to learn.<br />
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Those who are most present in our lives become significant in our lives, whether we wish for it or not. By simply being present and by our awareness of their presence, these people become a part of our lives, part of us.These handful of people in my own life are what I consider my 'core rock'. Although it has been commonly viewed that any person we have had in the past as a friend or relationship still floats around in our own heads. I will of course explain what I mean below.<br />
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You won’t notice this, of course, but our memories become points on an messy web of memories, which connects to full thoughts and later to actions. The more present a person is in our life, the more we interact with him or her, and the more we tend to think about this person. The more we think about him or her, the more he or she influences every other thought that goes on in our heads.<br />
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Of course, who’s to say that some poor, or even terrible, relationships don’t lead to great ideas and amazing results? However, seeing as positive relationships lead to a happier you, and since a happier you is a more efficient you, it would be wise to stick with beneficial relationships.<br />
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Beneficial relationships come in many shapes and sizes, but what it comes down to is whether or not the total benefit of each relationship has a positive or negative effect on your life. It’s simple. Take out a piece of paper and list all the perks of being in any given relationship, as well as all the ways you are worse off because of the relationship. I do this on a regular bases ( my friends are going to kill me).<br />
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If the difference is positive, the relationship may be worth keeping.It really depends on what you value the most. For some, relationships are completely about honesty and support; for other’s, it’s all about access to a VIP party or the girlfriend that lends the nicest clothes.<br />
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When it comes down to it, for every relationship you have, you are technically giving up the time that could have been occupied by another friend.Statistically speaking, you’ll be happier if you keep your “close” relationships to about six, this is something I have now finally achieved.<br />
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Once you start hitting double digits, each relationship you have begins to suffer because you simply don’t have enough time to maintain them. This is something I should have mentioned earlier: Relationships require maintenance. But you already knew that? You also have to equally a good friend.<br />
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Deciding which relationships you should keep requires some deep thought. Usually, relationships don’t need to be cut off entirely. I seriously would not recommend you start letting people know there faults or deleting people from ones own life. It’s really more about spending time on the relationships that count and, most importantly.Unfortunately, this is usually easier said than done.<br />
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Even more difficult than ending friendships is cutting off romantic relationships. Usually, the more poisonous these relationships are, the more we try to hang on to them and convince ourselves that they’re actually good for us. Getting your life together takes courage; no one is saying otherwise. It really comes down to how badly you want to reach your full potential, and how happy you’ll be getting there. For me I have spent that last two years's building back up friendships that matter, that hold a place in my heart. Really,I am saying let go of the friends that let you down or upset you and be surrounded by the people that matter to you, even the crazy ones.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-60139744284128779042014-01-08T10:05:00.001-08:002014-01-30T16:06:16.929-08:00What would you do with 10 million Euro?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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These days talk is cheap, along with ? well not much else. We have seen a rise in food, petrol, alcohol and Taxes. Gone are the days of throwing money at a situation. Gone are the day we didn't look at the prices on clothes ( Come on we all check in Penny's stores even). But what of the days of dreams? The days of 'What would you do if you won the lotto?' So below you will find what I chose. I would love everyone to add a comment on what they would do or chose?<br />
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The most important part is this is just fun! Think big, think large! I know money is not everything, the people that know me well know that I literally prefer anything that is not money hunger... So here I go!<br />
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1. Still work. I love working.<br />
2. Donate a huge chunk to various charities to help kids, animals, disease research, and providing grants to help innovate new technologies in third-world countries, set up an addiction facility.<br />
3. I'd have a shopping party with my friends in New York.<br />
4. Give money to my family so everyone can live comfortably<br />
5. Buy a cottage in Co.Clare in Spanish Point by the Sea.<br />
6. Buy a Loft (preferably with fresh-cut flowers that never die and as many fancy candles as humanly possible) in New York.<br />
- Loft in New York City, completely gutted to be renovated myself<br />
7. Take Amy to Hawaii.<br />
8. Hire a private, personal travel agent and provide him/her with a list of friends and family and anytime anyone on that list wants to go anywhere, it goes on my account.<br />
9. Have a huge scone.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-68771589793465123062014-01-03T04:53:00.000-08:002014-01-30T16:06:55.222-08:00Funny things only SINGLE ladies will understand.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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1. That moment when you’re having dinner alone and your phone dies, and you don’t have a book or a magazine. You just have to eat your food and look like a loner.<br />
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2. Having to ask a busy male friend — or worse, some guy you went out with once or twice — to help you carry something heavy or assemble an Ikea product. In the end you drive your poor Dad crazy fixing things.<br />
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3. Terrible first dates, over and over, like a horrifying version of The Omen. There’s a reason why these guys are single!!<br />
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4. Hearing that we need to be "less picky" from our loved ones repeatedly. What are you saying, Mam?<br />
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5. The steep learning curve of how to fix broken shit around the house. WHY ISN’T THIS TOILET PLUNGING WORKING. MY ARM HURTS. I’M GOING TO DIE THIS WAY.<br />
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6. Not being able to open a jar. This is easy if you just hit up a neighbor. Unfortunately, my Sister also can not open jars, cue us both spending an hour trying to break our hands... 'Try a wet towel to grip it'!<br />
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7. Rolling up to dinner parties solo. Then spend all night humming songs in your head while they discuss weddings, babies and ALL things boring.<br />
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8. Those guys who have girlfriends who flirt with you anyway. Sure, let me waste my whole night spitting game just to tell me at the end of the night that you have a girlfriend. Of five years. Who you live with. Why didn’t you say something? “Because I didn’t want to.” Oh. Okay. You’re a terrible boyfriend, and you guys should probably break up.<br />
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9. The awkward conversations you have with friends’ boyfriends. “It’s raining.” “Haha, yeah, Brian, it is.” “Rain is mad wet.” “Yes it is.”<br />
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10. People in relationships being unable to understand that quiet nights alone are often way more fulfilling than being with someone else. Just because you hate being alone doesn't mean I hate it.<br />
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11. People in relationships assuming you’re waiting for your “Mr. Big,” or whatever. Look, I’m not some starry-eyed Carrie Bradshaw wannabe with impossible standards for boyfriends. I’m just looking for someone smart, funny, and interesting that I’m attracted to. You’d be surprised how hard it is to find.<br />
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12. Zipping the back of a dress. That one spot in the middle of your back. Goddammit.<br />
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13. Guys who don't text you after you hook up act all guilty and patronizing, as if they crushed your heart in pieces, even when you didn't give a shit. Yeah, um, I don't care that you don't want anything serious right now — I just wanted to hook up. Stop apologizing. I promise you, I was not planning our wedding the morning after you left my house with a hangover. You're just too arrogant to take my word for it.<br />
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14. Everyone telling you you'll eventually end up with your best guy friend. Just because it happens in movies doesn't mean it works for everyone in real life. There's probably a reason you're just friends.<br />
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15. Women in relationships assuming you're jealous of them. Nope. Sorry.<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-34709580455249535642014-01-01T09:20:00.001-08:002014-01-30T16:07:26.888-08:00New Years 2013.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The tradition of kissing someone on New Year’s Eve feels as outdated as the 'Rose of Tralee'. So it’s supposed to predict your love life in the coming year? More like your next creep to have mess up about...<br />
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There have been movies, books and essays dedicated to analyzing the New Year’s Eve kiss, which lead me to believe one thing: Even though it’s quite cheesy, it’s still an exciting part of the holiday. After a brief conversation with a friend of mine ( OK it was not brief but still) we got to discussing the best New Year's Eve kiss we ever had.<br />
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To be honest, sometimes it’s just fun to believe in magic!( Not the Disney kind this time folks) Maybe I’ve been watching too many rom-coms, but I enjoy a good fairytale, especially if it involves an NYE kiss. Suppose you meet The Almighty One at the stroke of midnight, share a sweet kiss and then proceed to fall in love over the course of the year. What a great story to tell at parties! Que people rolling there eyes here.<br />
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All fantasies aside, however, it doesn’t change the fact that the hype surrounding who you’re going to kiss at midnight makes it not only deflated, but it also ruins the fun. The whole point of the New Year’s Eve is to believe in fate.<br />
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The aura of the New Year’s Eve kiss is always a key point to girls nights. You could get tongue-tied with a total stranger, peck your BFF on the mouth or totally go for it with your secret admirer. Don’t take the excitement out of the smooch by putting too much emphasis on it. The allure of New Year’s Eve is the element of surprise and unexpected encounters. So to me these are the moments that count...<br />
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Quite possibly the best person to kiss on New Year’s Eve, your best friend.<br />
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Go on the real cheese. For all the hopeless romantics who have been waiting for the 'Knight in shining amour', the romantic people, or the ones that hold the hope in their hearts.<br />
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Either way I hope everyone had a lovely New Years Eve, here is to 2014....<br />
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-58195409095200938182013-12-25T10:22:00.001-08:002014-01-30T15:54:00.274-08:00Happy Christmas 2013.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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MerakiDublinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09948707234478064917noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2863002997694073303.post-63687738639794553622013-12-21T06:00:00.000-08:002014-01-30T15:53:24.920-08:00Longitude Festival 2014.<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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But who'll play? Line-up details are scant at the moment but I can confirm that both Ben Howard and Disclosure will be on the bill. The full line-up will be revealed on January 24th with tickets going on sale in February.</div>
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Two words... BEN HOWARD... I'm there already!</div>
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Irish festival-goers had a pretty long list of events from which to use to spend your hard-earned cash this year. Electric Picnic returned for its tenth anniversary in 2013, while Forbidden Fruit, Castlepalooza, Body&Soul and Camden Crawl Dublin continued their staggering growth admirably.<br />
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Elsewhere, Oxegen made its comeback after its hiatus in 2012 while Longitude in Marlay Park was the new kid on the festival block.<br />
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The Dublin Fringe Festival, Dublin Theatre Festival and Big House Festival all offered unique and engaging festival programmes.<br />
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But which of these was Ireland's favourite in 2013? Head on over to The Erics voting page to make sure you get your voice heard!<br />
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Get voting here: http://entertainment.ie/theerics<br />
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Event details, tickets and all you need to know for our big bash can be found right here: http://entertainment.ie/theericstickets<br />
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My vote will of course go to Body&Soul.....<br />
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