7 reasons why you need to stick to your New Years resolutions

  1. You never do. Every year you make an elaborate list of aaaaall the things you’re going to achieve in the new year. Get healthy, start sleeping, be on time, get work done, yada yada yada… it never happens.
  2. You’ll love yourself for it. Think about it, how much do you want to punch yourself in the face every December for doing zero with your life? That’s what I thought. Don’t worry, I’m not one to talk.
  3. You’re getting older. Like it or not, time doesn’t slow down. Don’t spend another year putting off what needs to be done – it only gets harder from here. You’ll wake up one day, look in the mirror and all you’ll see will be wrinkles and grey hair.
  4. It’s the only time you’ll ever make a resolutions list. When else during the year do you write down everything you want to achieve? Christmas? Easter? Your grandmother’s birthday? Nope, you’ll do it once – so cross those buggers off.
  5. You feel… fresh. A new year means out with the old and in with the new. Forget old jobs, boyfriends and bad experiences and start looking towards new ones. Now’s the time to make a change for yourself, so start one step ahead.
  6. Everyone else is doing it. Everyone else makes these lists. How many stick to it? Mind you, I’m only 18, but I’m yet to meet a single person that hasn’t thrown their list away on the 1st of January. Be the black sheep, write it up and tick it off.
  7. Shove it in his/her face. There’s someone/there are people out there that you don’t like. Don’t you want to show him/her/them how much you win at life? If you don’t, even people you want to impress/prove yourself to works here.

I totally understand how circumstances/anything else can have a role to play in how/when/if you can cross things off your New Years list. All I’m saying is don’t let laziness get in the way. Take a pillow, stick a picture of yourself on a bed of lazy on it and punch it until your picture and pillow explode in a spray of feathers. Repeat this in real life. (By no means am I condoning self-violence.)

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Snapchat: will I get arrested?

Snapchat: will I get arrested?

So for one of my media projects at uni this semester, a group of us researched the legal and social consequences of sexting and posting on social media. Unfortunately, I’m an avid user of Snapchat. Meaning I will literally snap over anything I’m doing- be it at a Beyonce concert or washing my plate after dinner (I’m a loser, I’ve come to accept it). Even though I’m not sending around nudes or anything of the sort, what we learnt during the project worries me. Living in Australia and having just finished my first year studying law, I’ve realised how behind we are in the legal system with the current social context. There is pretty much no difference between sexually abusing a minor and sending a racy photo to your underage (now ex)-boyfriend. Either way, you’re on the sex offender’s list. A bit ridiculous parliament, don’t you think?

Pick up a hammer instead of a Barbie.

This is fantastic. Finally a toy company that doesn’t make the same sort of product. Over. And. Over. Again. GoldieBlox aims to turn doll/pink/tutu-obsessed young girls into smart and innovative engineers. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mean forcing them to think about armature demagnetisation at the age of six – but building parade floats and spinning machines is certainly more stimulating than changing the shoes of a barbie doll.

The video even left me thinking “boy if someone had taught me to create such a cool domino effect when I was a kid, maybe I wouldn’t be as bad as I am now at bowling.”

Honestly, I think this is awesome. What’s even better is that even though Goldie (the main character) is blonde-haired and green-eyed, she has curly hair, freckles and a gap tooth. Even better, her best friend is dark-skinned. Being a fellow (former) gap-toothed south-east Asian myself, I totally prefer this to the dolls I had to play with in the early 00s.

As a side note, there is nothing wrong with fashion design. As a six year-old I did not find greater pleasure in life than deciding whether hot pink pants matched a checked red shirt or if aqua flare pants were a better option.

Maybe I’m overexcited that there’s finally something different on the market for the young girls, and it’s caused me to overlook any flaws of the idea. Regardless, I hope these toys stick around until (and if) I pop one out myself!