12 Struggles People Who Wear Glasses Know Well.

Having to wear glasses also means being stereotyped as a "nerd" or as a "librarian". You have also been subjected to a series of mockery like being called "four-eyes" or being mistaken as a hipster who wears non-prescription glasses until they finally wear your pair.

Well, here are a few more you well-known struggles:

1. Finding a pair of glasses that you like… and that actually fits.

I can actually see and look fab at the same time!

14 Things a Girl With Mostly Guy Friends Will Understand.

I grew up following two cousins who are guys, then I was followed by my brother. I am a true blue daddy's girl and most of my childhood friends were boys. It didn't change even when I entered high school and college.

There are perks and downsides of being a girl with mostly guy friends A.K.A. "one of the guys". Here are a few:

1. When they see you, you’re either greeted with  a loud “What’s up man?” or “Yo dude!”






I could have sworn I have two X chromosomes.




2. Followed by a high five or a fist bump.

   
   

   

   Or some weird ass handshake.

To Ask or Not To Ask?

Asking someone out on a date can be a daunting task. Ask guys about it and most would say yes. So imagine what it would be like if it's done by a lady. 

Most reaction would be a resounding:

So here's what I did: I selected a number of men and women aging from 20 to 45 years old (single and married) and asked them a couple of questions and tallied the results.

*All of the participants are aware that their answers will be posted on this blog.

** This is an opinion survey and not a scientific study. (lol)

The questions are as follows:

1. Do you think it's okay for a girl to ask a guy out on a date?

2. If "Yes" or "No", why? If it depends, please elaborate.

The Result:

The Highs and Lows of Moving Out

I have been living on my own for over a year now and the experience has been life changing for me. I am not actually living in the apartment alone, I'm living with a friend's sister but we barely know each other so you can consider us just acquaintances. We each have our own room and have opposite work schedules that we literally don't see each other. Nevertheless, I've learned a lot and found appreciation for things I usually take for granted.

A lot of young adults nowadays seek the freedom of leaving the nest and taking flight onto the real world. It's great to have the mindset to look and experience freedom but take heed that that freedom also entails huge responsibility. There are a lot of factors to consider before moving out and trying to live it out alone.

What.the.F! Going Through Quarter-life Crisis.

It feels like I'm walking around in circles.
When is life going to feel like it's supposed to?
Seems like everyone has it all figured out.
What do I want for my life?
It's like I'm stuck with this routine forever.
What am I doing with my life?

Do any of these statements sound familiar? Do you find yourself asking the same questions? 

I answered Yes to both. I've been told I'm going through a quarter- life crisis. 

Confessions of a Labeled Loner

You did what? You went where? Alone?
(I love Sherlock btw.)

I’ve lost count on how many times my friends have asked me if I’m lonely because I like spending time alone. Whether it be travelling, shopping, dining out or simply having coffee, I’m always asked whether I’m depressed or lonely. Nowadays, it seems socially unacceptable to be seen without the company of others.

Pluviophilic

It's raining. 
I smile. 
They called me a weirdo again. 

I love the rain though. Not the heavy downpour kind but the moderate drizzle that makes me think of hot chocolate and a good book. It's funny how the rain makes me happy. The pitter patter of the rain while it falls down the rooftops makes me giddy. The Irish call it a "soft day". I think they're right. Like a comfy blanket or a sweet lullaby that gently lulls you to a dreamless sleep. I watch as the raindrops on the windowpane race against one another until it finally kisses the windowsill. Laughter seems to echo as younger faces of my childhood friends flash in my mind. Jumping on puddles, splashing of water from the eaves trough, dancing under the downpour without a care in the world. I still do it sometimes, though it would be nice to do it without being stared at with judging eyes and shaking heads from people my age and adults. Do they dislike the rain? Have they forgotten the excitement when it pours? The rush of blood to scramble outside and and to get drench with open arms? I always have my arms to the sky when I'm getting soaked in the rain. I love how the the cold rain seem to embrace me, how they seem to wash away the frustrations and disappointments even for a moment.