The "Anti-Man Repeller"

When I first started following the Man Repeller, I completely stopped wearing red lipstick because I thought it would be a ‘repellant’, totally ditched the dropped crotch pants, over accessorizing, and started doing my hair more often.

 It’s like I got an allergic reaction! I was learning what NOT-TO-DO in order not to become the Man Repeller without noticing. Soon enough it turned into more of a don’t-wear-anything that’s in-style, otherwise, no man will like you. Not that my whole purpose of dressing up is to look appealing to the opposite sex, but insecurities do take a toll on a person’s fashion sense.


Don’t get me wrong, I love what she’s done for herself; she made TRF a world known abbreviation, but at the same time, she killed it for girls who want to be daring. Even though it is very women-empowered-don’t-give-a-**** wear whatever you want and have fun with it world, she makes you (OK ME) think I’d repel men if I was into fashion. She also makes you feel that the only market you would look appealing to be women!

Now this may not apply to everyone, but I personally dress according to how I feel about myself. You’d usually find me in a loose-fitted everything or that little black dress that makes you look like you’ve lost 10 pounds. So, what if, even that loose-fitted favorite shirt of yours, you repel men with the way you dress. Would you stop wearing it? I did!

It took some time (I do not trust my ability to count) for me to get back to wearing what was comfortable again. I was so dedicated to not doing what the Man Repeller does, that I failed to notice the reality of things: Men don’t really care what you are wearing! They really don’t!

Maybe men in my region are different, but I do believe that the United States of America is more open to what women can wear or look like. It is we who have the stereotypes and fear the un-normal and ban girls who decide to look like boys from going to school!

It all started with a-too-much-of-a-hair-trim a year ago that had my hair go for Pocahontas to J.I.JANE. I still have mixed feelings about my experience but it made me realize what the big deal was. The BIG deal was NOT what you wear (trust me, I didn’t go through a wardrobe change along with the hair) but it’s how you wear yourself. Let me correct that: it’s how you carry yourself. YES! It does mean don’t slouch and don’t drag your arms along the sidewalk or have your hips walk in front of your body, Oh, and look pretty! If you are one of the less fortunate of God’s given natural beauty, fix yourself up! This doesn’t mean go to extremes and drastic measures, but put some effort into it. No body and I mean NO BODY wants to see a hairy lipped poofy eyed “fashionista” on the streets.

See for me, the more “man repelly” I dressed, the more I focused on my face and balanced it out (and you can do it the other way around).

Oh and with the risk of sounding cheesy, dress for yourself don’t dress for a man. He should like you for who you are, and that DOES include the day you felt like wearing your pajama top to work.

Turns out, it’s not what you wear; it’s how you wear it, literally!

Diary of the Anti-social

"Dear Diary,

Today, I woke up with a big smile on my face. I singing Christmas songs in the shower, while getting ready, in the car, at the bank, at work, and still have some left in my head. I think today is going to be a wonderful wonderful day where I’m going to spread love and feel the love. Today is the day I feel like throwing a big party just for the sake of it. But then again, NAAAAAAH I don't feel like it!

Dear Diary,

Today I’m just going to stay home!"

How close is a person to anti-socialism when that’s the case almost every day?! Is he/she anti-social or selectively-social?!

In a world where love and hate is expressed easily and vigorously on daily basis, “I LOVE YOU MAIL MAN”, you can only expect this out of people who are tired of generating the "love" every day!

Maybe it’s an age thing. But are you supposed to grow so self-centered to turn into the anti-social friend of your aunt's you never want to be?!

All I know is that we are required to meet social standards and do social obligations. But what if your normal hang-outs are becoming these 'social obligations' where you'd rather skip and make an excuse to your mom that you have nothing to wear?!

Here's where I came up with the Levels of Friendship Meter:

•"Friends": People you are gladfuly obliged to hang out with and constantly expressing your 'feelings' for. You usually have to also compliment and respond to compliments in a 'loving way'.

•Acquaintances: People you have to be nice to because they are your mother's friends or friend's friends. You usually think twice whether you should say hi if you meet without the friend in common. They may seem nice but once you get to know them well enough, they might move to the "friends" or friends’ zone.

•Friends: People you like, love, or hate. You are allowed to make fun of each other, complain, ask for advice, and you usually like to hang out with them.

•BFFs: People you see about 4 times a year, but when you see them, it feels natural. They are the people you ask for help choosing your wedding dress, name your child after, and talk about the zit you just popped and what came out of it.

In a perfect world, you'd want to move to an island with all your BBF's and live together. Your friends might visit you all year round and bring you good foods and gifts too!


If you want to know who's who in your life, try to figure this out first: Is it you or is it your friends?

Its a Big Big World

So we hit human number 7 billion last week, did it make a difference? Should it?

It’s amazing with such a growing population, humans are growing to become more human-less each day; Ruthless leaders, Child laborers, human traffickers, and poor poor people who just cannot do anything about it. What's worse is lucky ass bastards like us that are "living the life" and not caring about the rest of the world.

This is not a send you on a guilt trip kind of lesson, but more of a, hey, think of the less fortunate.

If you cry over your phone breaking, some child in another part of the world is crying for a bowl of rice or clean water. You think you had a bad childhood because your mother didn't give you enough candy; some kid is bleeding his hands at working on some "brand" jeans you're wearing now.

Again, I am seriously not trying to send you on a guilt trip, but it seriously could have been a lot worse. Try to think of yourself as insignificant.

If you can't make the world not revolve around you, here's a way to do it oh so subtly: YOU can help the world. Donate, boycott, work, DO SOMETHING, and then you can SO brag about it as much as you want. If I am one of the fortunate people that had to hear about it, say it as many times as you want to, just do something first.

Best Face Forwards...

We usually put our "best face forwards" in interviews, first dates, meeting the parents, and almost any new encounter with a new human being. Sometimes it happens so naturally whether we really care about that person or not.

But what happens if that "face" stays around for too long?! Can you tell the difference if that really is you or you've just gotten used to it you cant make any other faces?!

Perhaps if we put a "bad" face forwards at first, then people will expect the unexpected. Rather than having the good one on then get a slap on with a smile.

But what happens to those incapable of putting on a bad face or some atittude?! Are we really that nice? Maybe not. But, as much as I am afraid of sounding like a "hippie" with world peace in mind, I believe if we take this nice thing seriously, the 7 billionth baby expected to be born on the 31st of October 2011 would be born into a beautiful world.

Crystal Ball, Crystal Ball

Crystal ball crystal ball... Save us all, tell me life is beautiful...

Sometimes I wonder, if there were a crystal ball that we can look into to see the future, see the past, see the present. We are always looking for answers, trying to solve equasions, wondering what if and what not. If we did in some magical ways using a crystal ball, or even a magic 8-ball, knew the answers to everything, will it be the answer that made it happen or what happened that made the answer.

I'd like to believe in believing, in the unanswered. I'd also like to believe that everyone has a crystal ball that reveals the insides of their souls. Whether that crystal is "crystal clear" or not is totally up to the person carying it.

"He who lives by the crystal ball soon learns to eat ground glass."
Edgar R. Fiedler

I Love You!

I love you...

I love you...

I love you...

Insignificant Bastards

It’s always in every human’s nature to see himself / herself as the most important being on the planet. We all do it, no matter how old or mature we get, the “I” is “number I”.

I seem to think highly of myself but there are those days, where I decide that the i isn’t capitalized and it is insignificant. Don’t get me wrong it is not a self-esteem issue; it’s more of a “look at the greater picture” or “could’ve been worse” kind of thing. Come to think about it, it could have been worse!

According to the World Wide Web, there are 6,989,804,337 people populating this earth up to second. If each one has a billion problems can we do the math? Some people are worse off of course. There are starving children, abused mothers, raped girls, drug addicts, wrongfully accused and heartbroken people all over the world. But who gets to decide who’s got it bad?

Today I am letting the I step aside for an i and think about the bigger picture. Its also the day I decide not to complain about it to people with bigger problems cause that’s just insensitive. So I’ll just write about it.