Stuff and first days

Yes yes I’ve been quiet and totally haven’t stuck to my blogging goals but such is life plus coming to the end of my semester life seemed like a race I couldn’t keep up in -___- but anyywhooo all that is over and I finally started my intership! Yaaay. My first day was pretty chilled although I have no doubt it will get more hectic as fashion tends to do. My diet has become somewhat interesting, breakfast I managed to stuff down a roll and a chicken sausage, lunch I ate samosas that I first said I didn’t want but glad I ate cause they were pretty yummy… And supper was ice cream haha… Then more chicken cause I realized no matter how much I wanted to… Ice cream does not count as a real meal. All in all a pretty good day 😁 *happy face*


Yes I stole that pic from my Instagram account -___+. Eek let me sleep it’s freaking 1am *lights out*


Dont Marry Rich (just yet)

I saw a picture while doing my usual rounds of procrastination and it made me stop and think ( i attached it below). Firstly i thought how as women, so much more is expected from us now since in most countries we have access to the same education and the same rights as men (at least we should, sadly this is arguable). I thought, yes, although it would me amazing to marry Mr. Tall, Rich and Handsome, that is not one of my priorities; actually, I find myself doing everything I can not to fall under a mans shadow.

I love men. They are great (when they arent being a pain) but I think modern women are challenged by others, and should challenge themsleves to be more than a wife or a girlfriend. One of my fears is to be successful only by the means of someone elses success and achievements. When people refer to me I do not want it to be, “oh that’s Mr. Rights wife”, or “oh thats that millionaires girlfriend”. No, FREAKING, way. When people refer to me i want it to be, “That is Valerie, she is she is so talented (etc…etc…compliments..etc), what phenomenal woman”… oh and she is also married to that very successful and attractive man.

Haha. That would be great. I shall try, with all the sense in me, to make sure I marry a man who doesn’t make me want to be like him, but rather compliments my achievements with his *makes pinky promise to self*