It's a Wrap, Farewell 2012!

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Wow what a year…For many of us, we have lost a lot of dear friends, gained a lot of new ones and even witnessed the marvellous experience of a new life. Parts of the world were destroyed by natural disasters, whilst thousands of people lost their lives overseas due to ridiculous political situations.  As I sit here and ponder the events that have taken place in my life, I am humbled and whilst little butterflies enter my tummy, I get excited, in fact I get motivated for a new year, filled with new possibilities.

This Year Wogarella...

Gained a few new family member who smells like marshmallows and rainbows. Everyone, please see visual aid of my gorgeous baby niece Lillian Khalil who was born on July 7^th and has brought nothing but absolute joy to our whole family, (extended members included.) 

Even though we had an epic season, my beloved Canterbury Bulldogs lost in the 2012 Grand Final to the Melbourne Storms. I’m still devastated and am counting down the days until next season! (FYI the season commences 7th March).

This year I finally attempted to learn to play guitar. I’m going to be honest, whilst I’m a creative kid when it comes to words, my musical talent is about as present as Nicky Webster’s career right now.  Call me stubborn, but I refuse to admit I’ve given up, I’m simply taking a small rest period as I’m focussing my energy on a few other projects at the moment. I also undertook a Sub-Editing course, which was conveniently located nearby Redfern Markets.  I fell in love with a Black Adler Typewriter and made a home for it beside my Green Olivetti. I defintiely made use of my Gym Membership. Oh and I managed to maintain a good brow shape. Clearly I have my priorities in check… I never claimed I wasn’t vain ;)

Fitness Goals

Despite my current state of Food Coma-itis, I am very proud of my efforts to keep at my fitness goals and am proud to say I’m looking forward to smashing the last 10 kilos which should take my body transformation to the next level! I’m making a note not to spend any more money at the Adidas store though. My entire wardrobe is about to breakdown as I’ve stuffed several drawers full of gym gear and am actually lacking normal clothing. I know I’m a tomboy stuck in a big girls body.

I’ve Made Some Incredible People Friends

I’m not sure if our passion for exercise has brought us together but I’ve become a part of a new trio. We each have our faults, but we just get each other. Whilst this is a little too affectionate for anyone’s liking I am so blessed to have these chicks in my life! Dee and Susan <3

I’ve Rekindled My Friendships With Some Old Ones

Without sounding all philosophical, people do come in and out of your life for a reason. This year, despite the issues we’ve had in the past, I have rekindled two friendships with people I didn’t think I would have earlier this year. Whilst we aren’t all besties, I’m glad that there is peace and look forward to making some great memories in 2013!

Career Move: Check Mate

I’m a Taylor Swift fan, I’m a Gym Junkie, but above all I am a writer. So you can understand why in the latter part of this year I left my job at a company I have aimed to work for my whole life. Whilst I didn’t have the privilege to write as often as I would like to, I awoke every morning to go to a workplace whereby I was surrounded with some of the hardest working people in Media. And despite the deadlines, budgets and crazy world of Magazines they ALWAYS had time for a giggle or two. Or maybe 5. 

In summary, I made a drastic career change, I moved into a corporate role. Admittedly, I’m not fairly certain it was the right one. I miss my friends. I miss the polluted Sydney Air and the short walk down to the Sydney CBD Westfield’s during my lunch break. But apparently I’m a grown up who holds responsibility for her actions, so I will ride this one out and hopefully it’s just a decent step in the write direction. Yes I know, I used the wrong “Right”. I did it purposely. 

Family Holiday

I braved the ultimate test. 4 days away with my family. Whilst, as a Wogarella I’m very family orientated, the though of spending more than 24 hours in the same penthouse resort daunted me. But surprisingly enough I didn’t even mind sharing a room with my little bro. When I say little he’s actually 6ft tall and 20 years old. Anyways, ‘twas a great experience as I did nothing but enjoy numerous alcoholic beverages and consume way too many calories poolside. Best of all, I burned them off playing pool, indoor basketball and tennis. Oh and Swimming! My God did I swim. I am truly blessed. And so glad to have lived to prove those Mayan people and their ridiculous calendar wrong!

Whilst I usually have a whole list written out and burnt into my memory. As well the memories of 800 of my Facebook friends’, this year I will just continue focussing on my current goals. Fitness wise, Friend wise, Love wise and most importantly career wise. I say that I will sit back and see how it pans out but I doubt it will last past February, I’m proactive and will probably jump at the chance to make some sort of a difference, but I think my main goal this year is to relax, be patient and let things come my way. After all I am 22. Living in an incredible country, there really is no reason to stress out in 2013.

PS I can’t wait to see my “one and only”, Mariah Carey live in concert! Scoring these tickets is a sign that my new year will go off with a bang!

Wishing  my Wogarella readers a wonderful New Year, filled with hilarious moments, great health and hopefully some good fortune ;)

Wogarella,

Xx

What Do Your Accessories Say About You?

Long ago I was a tom boy. More of a Wogboy than a Wogarella. The only accessories you would've spotted me wearing are the studs my mum made me keep in my lobes in order to prevent my ear hole from closing. Or possibly to avert any chance of an infection. But that is Too Much Information my friends. Anyways now that I am almost a grown up (yes, 22 and still can’t believe it.) I have noticed that I bloody LOVE accessories. Partly because they are my cure for fat days/shit-skin days/when I don’t know what to wear days.

At the moment thought, I have a slight obsession with ALL things Neon. I know, how very unique of me. In fact this obsession is a little out of control. I only realised it when I stalk-booked myself. Come on, as if you don’t do it! It was a quiet Saturday night and I really couldn't be bothered to go out... But yes, back to this vital discovery, the last few profile pictures I successfully upload included fluro yellow in some form! People even made mention of the obsession. I’m not sure is it’s more awkward that I admitted that my photo was “Successful” due to the amount of likes it received or that someone pointed it out. I’m not overly sensitive so I laughed it off. But that next day I went shopping. And sure enough I bought myself a Fluro watch from Sports Girl. As well as a... erm, fluro kaftan.GUILTY MUCH?!

What do you think of my watch?

Whilst I haven’t quite figured out how to set it just yet, I don’t really care because it just makes me SO happy. Happy enough to pose for a photo at 7.30am. Mind the hair, 'twas a stinking hot day, not even Keratin treatment could have saved me.

 
 
 

Enough with the Selfies. Whilst I know this fascination with neon will eventually fade, I have applied for a mortgage, as I am currently renting out a huge space in my heart for my Type Writer pendant. In fact, I heart it so much that after receiving it on my Birthday (FYI May) this year, I can probably count how many times I have removed it from my neck on one hand.
 
 

It’s cute isn't it? The reason I love it so much is because it was gifted to me by my mother. The same Arab mother who openly discloses her hatred for my obsession with type writers. If you ask her it has nothing to do with the fact that they may be out dated and a little over priced, but because “They are dust collectors!!!”
To be honest I feel this pendant symbolizes a lot more to me. It symbolizes my mother’s acceptance of my true passion. My passion to succeed as a writer. Not that she was ever against any form of education- she was the first one to insist I further my studies and apply for uni. However, she wanted me to do what most nice Lebanese girls do and study teaching, simply because “It’s a good job.Perfect for the future. You will get to break for holidays when your children do!” Ah bless, even up until about a week before graduation she insisted I re-enrol for a Masters of Teaching. Who knows? Look, maybe I am just over thinking and my mum simply saw my face light up when we had passed the window of a jewelry store in Leichardt. Regardless, it is one of my prized possessions.
 

Emotional stuff aside, I came across this cuff. 

I like bikes. Do you like bikes? Everyone likes bikes! Except for my sisters of course.That’s because they were never given the opportunity to ride a bike. Yet another complex my parents have instilled in us. Only not I, because I've always been a rebel and probably owned more BMX’s and Roller Blades than I currently own clothes.

 
Have you jumped on the fluro-fly-flagging band wagon too?

Wogarella,

Xx

ARIA Music Awards 2012

In case you've been living under a rock, last night marked the 26th annual Aria awards! I'm not going to lie; this is my third favourite awards show after only the TV Week Logies and The Teen Choice Awards. Yes I know, shameless. But hey I'm a Swiftie! And doubt I will ever get over listening to Disney music, so it's incredibly fitting.  

Whilst everyone else was sitting back sipping on a glass of wine with their iPhones in hand tweeting their favourite hit and misses on the red carpet, I was sweating it out on the Cross trainer. Attractive, no? Anyways, whilst my heart rate was beating rapidly in between my interval training I managed to make a few mental notes and thought it was best to share my insight below. 

         High Lights:

            Hot To Trot

Seeing Miss Ricki-Lee strut her fine looking ass down the David Jones Red Carpet in the Vibrant Fuchsia Thakoon dress only made me push myself that little bit further. Five stars for the neon!

            Unexpected Beauty

Missy Higgins actually surprised me. Whilst I adore her music, she has in the past opted to wear a pantsuit to the Arias, but I’m glad she left that 90s trend at home because she looked lovely in the printed mini An Ode to No One dress.

            Best Improvement

Mr Reece Mastin gets the thumps up for getting rid of that odd hairstyle he was rocking for so long. Oh and appointed a bonus point for arriving with Home and Away hottie Rhiannon Fish on his arm. 

           Winning. In every way!

To say Gotye absolutely nailed the Aria’s is an understatement. The man of the night gets my vote because I almost didn’t recognise him with the new facial hair. Definitely a great choice!  The barefaced singer almost looks like somebody that I used to know. Ha yes I actually just said that.

            Classiest Lass

Someone I’m not usually fussed by, Miss Erin McNaught really stood out. I know she’s loved by everyone, but I never understood it before. I have a newfound appreciation for the model, and it’s mainly thanks to the stunning emerald gown by Emilio Pucci. LOVE the fact that she has died her hair a few shades darker too! It only further complimented her entire look.  

            Cutes Patootes

And finally the gorgeous Taylor Swift made the crowd go wild as she performed “Trouble”. At this stage of the night I was fortunate enough to speed home from the gym in time to watch Taylor perform with my 6 year old Niece Elissa on my lap. She knew every word. As did I. I honestly couldn’t decipher who enjoyed the performance more!

            Pure Elegance

However, the real showstopper was Mr.Elie Saab, who has once again created a soft, elegant creamcoloured frock with lace side panels which fitted TSwizzle to a... ah, tee. 

           Woman of the Match

Ps Can I just note that I was really expecting DJ Havana Brown to win at least one Aria, I’m genuinely upset for her. She gets Woman of The Match for doinga killer job at Dj-ing throughout the night even after missing out on an award. Oh well, I am sure that with her talent, she will be back to take a gong home next year.

Who were your favourites? Can you tell I have a crazy girl crush on Taylor?

*Images sourced from NovaFm,Fabsugar.com, Fairfax and Zimbio.com

Wogarella,

Xx

Hair Inspiration: Alicia Keys

It's no secret that I am completely and utterly obsessed with Miss Alicia Keys. There's something so humble about her spirit that draws me to her. Oh and not to mention that incredible voice she seems to easily project. A few years ago I hoped that one day, because just like Mariah and herself, I have a husky voice that maybe, by some bizarre chance of fate I may awake with a glass shattering voice. For all the right reasons of course. Sadly, it never happened. I'm musically inept. I'm working on the tone deafness, I've even been practicing my guitar playing skills. Maybe it's my fault for listening to ladies who have voices which project 5 Octave ranges! Or maybe the singing Gods hate me. Who knows, but in reality, I can't even hit one note. Not high, nor low. The voice cracks if I'm singing a bloody Kesha song, absolutely hopeless.


As I came to the realisation that I just couldn't mirror their voices, I gave up. Until one day a friend of mine told me I reminded her of Miss A Keys herself. Needless to say, she actually made my year. 2011, it was a great one. Ha, I'm deluded I know! She's clearly of African American and Italian decent whilst my parents are Middle Eastern, so the comparison was nothing but a sweet compliment.



However, ever since, I have tried my very best to channel her style. Whilst she's not high on the best dressed nor worded dressed list, I appreciate her funky sense of style, whether it be her edgy studded jeans or fabulous smokey eyes, which only accentuate her already beautiful almond shaped eyes.



Girl crush aside, I noticed an image of my girl rocking a trendy cropped bob recently. Please refer to photo below.

Whadayathink?


I LOVE IT. Whilst I know that mirroring her corn rows would've been an awkward move, it got me thinking... Could I possibly get away with a cropped do? In the past I would say no, clearly because I was rocking my natural fro', however since the amazing advancement in haircare has brought me Keratin, I'm actually considering the unthinkable, getting a dramatic hair-cut.



I've lost a fair amount of weight over the past few months, particularly in my upper body. So I'm not really worried about having a blown-up face. But am I crazy for wanting to cut off my long locks?


I know guys, haven't posted in a while and the first one I do is a self indulgent one. But hey, who ever said blogging wasn't about self reflection?


Maybe I should just stick to buying Alicia's CD's and singing at the top of my lungs with the car windows wound-up like a mad woman.


Wogarella,


Xx

Enough Is Enough. Australians support Bashar!

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I’m not going to lie, this topic is one close to my heart. Whilst I’m not the most political person in the world, I am very much in touch with current affairs. This is something I’ve been putting off talking about since March 2011.

For those of you who have been living under a rock, simply can’t read or don’t own a TV here’s the lowdown. In March 2011, following the uproar of citizens claiming they want freedom in Libya, Syrian rebels emerged to claim that they are unhappy with the policies President Bashar Assad had set in stone. Chanting their opinions weren’t enough, so soon after they decided to bomb innocent civilians and try to harm the citizens of Syria.

Funnily enough Syria is a country, which has a rich history, whilst it’s not perfect, it has some of the most beautiful scenery and ancient sites. Muslims, Christians, Jews and Atheists have lived there happily for years. Both working and socialising together as a united front. As opposed to it’s neighbours Lebanon, which is unfortunately having issues constantly, due to political parties which have been run by a religious agenda and power rather than building a greater country for it’s people. Surprise, surprise, lets be honest this happens in Western countries too. It’s nothing new. People are greedy.

I’m an Australian through and through, but this topic is a sensitive one. My father is of Syrian decent. I have never been and waited until I graduated University in order to go visit my relatives, learn something about my father’s family and the roots where my ancestors resided. Unfortunately I graduated in April of 2011, therefore I couldn’t risk getting harmed in Syria. I remember seeing my father stay up all night watching Syrian TV and scanning newspapers frantically, constantly afraid one of his family members will be harmed. But more importantly, about the welfare of Bashar Al Asaad. This confused me. Having grown up in Australia, we openly belittle our politicians and barely show them any respect, from tagging them on twitter with inappropriate images to talk show hosts making fun of John Howard’s poor cricketing skills. Ha that one was actually funny though! I stopped and asked him, “Baba, why are you so passionate about Bashar? He is a politician after all, why doesn’t he just step down and let the people be free.”

Soon after I realised how arrogant my statement was. This man is a Doctor, who was his father’s predecessor, he never aimed to get into politics, but it happened. And he has been doing a bloody good job, serving Syria in terms of technological advancements, education systems, allowing warmth in winter months via the introduction of free diesel fuel for heating facilities and rationing food to the poor.

So if he is doing such a good job, where does this miscommunication come from? Our very own Foreign Minister Mr. Bobb Carr has claimed Al Assad’s regime is one that should be stopped. In fact in July the Syrian Embassy was closed due to our lack of support. The US have once again decided to intervene. If Syrians truly were unhappy I would be the first to say, let’s stop this inhumanity and would be happy to sign a petition to rid Al Assad of his title. But in actual fact, the majority of citizens support Bashar! I’m not just speaking in terms of my family members. There have been interviews recorded showing Networks like Aljazeera, which was once known to be a trustful source, actually staging videos as they pay people to profess their hate for Bashar and his regime.

Whilst Bashar hasn’t been radically vocal, he did reinstate new laws and policies in order to please these so called rebels. But still, they were not happy, and so they continue to blast innocent civilians and collect money from foreign counterparts including the US, Qatar and Saudi Arabia. Through it all the UN put out a vote, VETO was initiated, which meant only two countries who actually don’t hold alliances with the US  (Russia and China) had voted Bashar should not be forced out of his position and foreign intervention was not needed.

Long story short, Over 21,000 innocent lives have been lost. These rebels are not even of Syrian decent! So this brings me to today. Whilst I usually travel to George St to shop, I marched my way with over one thousand passionate Syrian Australians who believe that Bashar is an innocent man, his people aren't dissatisfied and there is no need for foreign intervention. 

In typical Middle Eastern style there were loud drums as people chanted, “Allah, Souriya, Bashar ou bas!” Which translates to God, Syria, and Bashar only. I ran into my friend who is a journo at one of our prestigious media companies. He was reporting. Surprised to see me he stated “Abi! What are you doing here? You’re a journo, what kind of a journo shows up to protests?” This question has been lingering in my mind all day. Why did I give up my Sunday workout and movie with friends for this? Because the lives of innocent people is at stake, that’s why! No matter how much I try to see the opposition’s point of view, I am dumbfounded by the portrayal of this “Civil War” they claim it to be in our most reputable newspapers. There is no civil war.

I was particularly happy to see that there weren’t just people of Syrian decent who were there to show their support. In fact it ranged from British, Russian, Chinese, Fijian and even passionate supporters of Anglo Saxon decent.

I have attached a few images and a video from today’s peaceful protest.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MG_d05A0jkY

I would also like to mention that following the Rally today, an elderly man was bashed at Sydenham Station in Sydney’s South. A few men described to be of Middle Eastern appearance, arrived to belt the man with a metal pole until he bled and only paused when his grandchildren nearby tried to stop the abusers from harming him. Even still they opted to smack the children out of the way. Is this peaceful? Are these people the ones that really care about the humanity of Syria? No these are greedy fools. An elderly man was bashed in front of his wife and grandchildren simply because he was draped in a Syrian flag as he supported the fight for a real cause. This surely can’t be happening on the streets of Sydney. It sickens me to have been sent this image of the attacked gentleman. 

Do you agree with everything you read? Please feel free to show your support by signing the petition here:

Sincerely,

Wogarella.

Wogarella's Nail Files!

I have a problem. I can’t help but judge people on their nails. I know it's petty! But I truly believe you can tell a lot about a person by simply glancing over the condition of their nails. For instance people who include diamantes and patterns crave attention, whilst serial neutral lovers tend to be perfectionists who probably suffer from OCD.  My opinions may be slightly over exaggerated, but the main reason for sharing this post with you is due to the fact that I am shocked with the amount of girls who just don’t understand the importance, let alone the concept of a trendy nail. Okay it’s midwinter, so you’ve been sticking to warmer tones. But it’s the 2012 ladies, we don’t just stick to spray tans in the warmer months do we now? So why should it be any different for your nails? Even if you’re feeling miserable this winter, it doesn’t mean you can’t funk it up! In fact, should you work in the right industry, or have an event coming up, I suggest you do try out a bright hue. 

The Elongated Nail:

Like most Wogarella’s I opt for a bright nail colour. Only I’m not a huge fan of acrylics. This is a warning to all Wogarellas. A slight hint perhaps? Take it as you will, but the long acrylic claws have to go. In fact they not only infuriate me, but I’m haunted by them. Don’t get me wrong; it’s not acrylics themselves, it’s the claws which resemble those of a full grown canine.

Please see visual evidence below.

Despite the fact that this is a classic colour (you have Sally Hansen to thank) I can’t fathom what could possess anyone to ask for such unpractical tacky nails.

 French Chic or Tacky Tips?

To be completely honest I’m a fan of shellac. And today as I was sitting beside a girl who was rocking nails, which were a similar length to the ones shown above, I thought I would experiment a bit. You see she had a French-tip on. I know what you’re thinking, classic, elegant, possibly average? But this was beyond average. Her slightly remixed version actually freaked me out, she had specifically asked for a tip, which was as thick as the nail itself! Have you seen these before? Worse still, she had a pattern traced over each nail.

I couldn’t bear to look at them. I suppose they would’ve been cool in the late 90s. But so was frizzy hair and thick brown lipstick, does that mean we should bring them back?

Dare to be different:

Rather than ask for acrylics, I decided to mix it up and get my ring finger painted a metallic silver. Whilst it’s not a dramatic change it is one that helped brighten up my day. I’m kind of obsessed. I haven’t stopped staring at my nails all day! And let me tell you, the compliments have hit an all time high.  

What do you think of the random glittered nail? Are you a fan?

At the end of the day, the best thing about nail polish is, it isn’t permanent! So if you don’t like your nails, there are no dramas. Simply choose a different colour or style next week! The options are endless. Good luck beauties!

Much love, your nail enthusiast and self-confessed Wogarella.

Xx

DOLLY'S MODEL SEARCH WINNER BACKLASH

If I hear one more person complain about the DOLLY Model Search Competition, I'm seriously going to start throwing beauty products at their heads.

I hate to sound so negative, but it's just ridiculous. For those of you who were living under a rock for the duration of your teenage years, the DOLLY Model Search competition is just as the title suggests an annual model search competition for teen readers.

Now I'm not usually one to glorify model competitions, lord knows I was a tom-boy whose priority in life was to be home in time from school to watch the end of Passions and go bike riding. I know, awkward, but I'm a TV soap opera junkie. And I wasn't even introduced to eyeliner for a few years. Whilst that might be the "old school" or traditional sense of what a teen or "tween" should be, I don't see anything wrong in what DOLLY are promoting. Admittedly, it is a model search competition, so yes sadly there is only one winner who gets to jet off to New York City to be introduced to elite model agency reps. Rejection is tough, but it is a part of life. If there are any girls who genuinely find this campaign offensive then by all means come on out and say it. But to these disgruntled mums who are whinging, I say quit being a keyboard warrior and try something new, help your child build-up their confidence. If modelling isn't for her well then help her find an activity that may suit her talent.

The thing that annoys me most is the negative commentating being made throughout multiple media outlets. Move on. It is and always has been a significant part of growing up, whether you're a model, or just a reader who gets to observe the exciting process. Furthermore, all of these 2GB radio announcers probably haven't even picked up a copy of DOLLY in many years, because if they did, they would see how much the mag promotes a healthy body image. They won the Inaugural Positive Body Image Award less than a month ago!

It's no secret that I'm a mag hoarder, but I think more girls would benefit by picking up a copy of DOLLY or accessing their website which includes articles by credible sources as opposed to random sites full of low life's who have nothing better to do with their time than to post hate threads.

Just in case you were wondering, the whole catalyst for this media uproar was Miss Kirsty Thatcher. The 13 year old was crowned the winner of the Original DOLLY Search yesterday; she will appear on the cover of the August issue of DOLLY, which is on sale next Monday. Sending huge congratulations her way! Even more so to the judges, this includes reader votes as Kristy proves to be more than just a pretty face, having landed a spot in the Queensland Theatre company as an accomplished pianist.

PS just a reminder that our very own Miranda Kerr’s career was launched after she won the DOLLY model Search competition in 1998, so clearly it hasn’t harmed her. 

Do you agree with me? Am I over reacting? Either way it has created free publicity for the mag, so I guess the editor is probably stoked.

Wogarella,

Xx

*Images sourced from www.dolly.ninemsn.com.au and Vogue Italia 2010.

Katie and Tom call it quits...

From watching her childhood crush jumping on couches declaring his love for her to now fighting for custody of her 6 year old daughter Suri, Katie Holmes has ended her marriage with Husband of 5 years Tom Cruise. What a fall from grace. And even though Tom irritates me, I can't help but feel saddened by this news. The number one reason being that my favourite Katie Holmes pretty much married him in order to boost her career, when in actual fact she really hasn't done too much but a Broadway show here and there.

I know most of you are probably rolling your eyes and whispering something along the lines of "Oh wow, another celebrity couples files for divorce.." But the thing is I'm genuinely upset, I LOVE Katie Holmes. I know she is a bit boring and doesn't really say much these days, but she was one my first girl-crushes as a kid. She has that wholesome girl next door look. And despite the fact that she's no longer that innocent little girl from Dawson's Creek, I can't help but forever see her as Joey Potter. And even though there has been years of speculation regarding her relationship with Tom, I honestly do feel that she was suppressed. And not so much by Tom, but by his ego and entourage.

Although this is only the beginning of what will unfold into an even larger media frenzy, Tom's lawyer, Bert Fields, said Katie filed for divorce in New York on Thursday citing "irreconcilable differences".

"Kate has filed for divorce and Tom is deeply saddened and is concentrating on his three children," Tom's representative, Amanda Lundberg, told The Associated Press. "Please allow them their privacy to work this out."

I'm looking forward to seeing all of the stories that will be spruced up, lord knows I'm a mag-hag so I will follow this story intently. 

PS I feel sorry for my favouite little munchkin, Suri Cruise. Divorce is never easy, even though she has pretty shoes, this kid is going to cop it. I hope to God, Katie ensures she doesn't see any of the negative press that will soon unravel.

Did you see this coming? Are you as upset as I am? Let me know. Go on, you know you want to comment.

For more info regarding their divorce, visit: http://tiny.cc/aquogw

Images sourced from Fanpop.com.

Wogarella,

Xx

Latest Obsession: Serena Van Der Woodsen

I have a confession to make...  You see, I typically identify myself with the brunette character in any film or television series. Yes, I have discriminated an actress simply because of the colour of her hair. And believe me I'm not proud of it. For example, when The OC came out I loved Summer. I was very much apart of that generation of girls who went crazy over Seth Cohen and cried their eyes out when Marissa died, but the thing is I looked up to Summer Roberts (played by Rachel Bilson.) Once I had gotten over the commotion of losing such an awesome show, and the legend that is Josh Swartz decided to introduce his OC adoring fans to Gossip Girl, I automatically identified myself with Blair Waldorf. 

Weird right? I know exactly what you’re thinking:

A) She resides in Upper Class New York, whilst I live in Western Sydney.

B) She is always dressed to perfection, whilst I’m more of a casual kid

C) Her Body is amazing; whilst mine is more on the average side of town.

D) She gets to hook up with the likes of Chuck Bass, Nate Archibald and my personal favourite, Mr. Lonely-boy aka Dan Humphrey. Need I even clarify why this one is so unrealistic?

       Furthermore, I have a slightly ethnic/ Westie accent, whereas Ms. Waldorf speaks with such a proper accent. But all of these observations aside, I still believe that if I had to pick one of the cast members it would be her. Or at least Vanessa, but she loses Dan, so it pains me to even think of such a thing.

      

       However, it’s no secret to anyone that I admire Blake Lively’s style, grace and sense of humour. But more recently, I’ve found myself abandoning the “I Love Blair” bandwagon and leaping onto the “I have a Big Lesbian Crush on Blake Lively” one. And it's not just because she's so pretty, but I think the fact that her character is actually employed these days, I feel as though she's a little more real than the other characters. Plus, she's no longer a teenage hoe, but a working woman who is facing realistic problems. 

       So tell me, do you commonly identify yourself with a particular character based on their physical   attributes? Or am I just a vane weirdo?

      And even though Red heads are so hot right now, do you think we’re witnessing the return of the Blonde Bombshell? What with Blake, Delta and dare I say it even Lara Bingle gracing our screens... it really makes me wonder. Wait, scrap that! Come to think of it, did the blonde bombshells ever lose their importance in TV?

      PS This post may or may not have been inspired by the fact that I have been locked up in my room during the whole long weekend due to a horrid flu which just won’t leave me! Therefore giving me the opportunity to catch up on Season Five <3

      

      Wogarella, 

       Xx

To Straighten or not to Straighten?!

Wogarella has been faced with a little dilemma as of late.  In fact some would  call it a first world problem. And in case you're wondering, it's not the fact that I have started referring to myself in third person.

You see I was born with curly locks. And growing up I hated them, but once I turned about 16 years of age and slowly toned down my tomboy antics, I realised that maybe my curls weren’t such a curse after all.

But the problem is, I use a number of products to maintain it, and although I pride myself on looking after it, before I know it a whole year has passed and I haven’t even thought to get a cut, because to be honest, I hardly notice split ends as my hair is relatively healthy. But every time I have an event and I get a blow-dry, I stop and think that maybe, just maybe my thick luscious hair is actually quite pretty when it’s straight. Lord knows it appeals to a lot more people. But the thing is, as much as I like taking in other people’s opinions, I usually just stick to my guns and keep my virginal hair in the same style, only allowing my hairdresser to trim it, after making a deal with him whereby he swears to save as much length of my tresses whilst sitll making use of his scissors.

I love my curls, I really do, and after all they embody my crazy personality. Only for once in my life, I feel as though I am ready for a change. Specifically as winter has graced us, getting up to wash my hair every morning isn’t something I’m too enthusiastic about. So dear friends, I put this out to you, do you believe I should go ahead with an organic treatment whereby my hair will be appear 60% smoother and straighter?

I know some of you are reading this shaking your heads because your hair has probably seen every shade of the rainbow, but mine is still the same colour, only a little more mature than my date of birth of course. And that is something I doubt I’ll ever change, because thanks to the Good Lord I have been blessed with a decent hair colour, which just fits so well with my olive skin tone.

So really, can you please help a sister out?! I’ve booked my three and a half hour session at a reputable hair salon for Wednesday night. I’ve been told the treatment will last approximately 5-6 months and won’t harm my curls in the process as opposed to the chemicals used in the generic keratin products that have been publicised recently.

Now before you make up your mind, I’ve included some visual aid of both my natural fuzzball and a fresh blow-dry. PS Please don’t judge the fact that I have no make up in the straight haired pic!!

 

 

Lots of love,

Wogarella Xx

Wogarella Pops her Sushi Train Cherry

Believe it or not, as cultured as I am I have never actually tried Sushi. It’s not as though I’ve never been offered Sushi. It is a favourite at several events and most of my girlfriends often ask if we can all meet for Sushi. Which intern routinely accept the fact that I am cringing at the thought of “Chinese Food”.

This is obviously a misconception, because embarrassingly enough, Sushi originates from Japan. Haha clearly Geography isn’t my strong point.

Anyways, recently a very dear friend and colleague of mine has been offered an amazing job, which means that I will no longer have my Salad –loving partner in crime to spend lunch with. And as it seems, for the past 10 months, I have been missing out on Sushi trains. Whilst I will hardly ever purchase Sushi from any old place, I believe it was a great experience!

The thing is, my religious beliefs put me in an awkward position, there are a lot of options on the menu which I can’t eat. But I trekked through the vegetarian sushi menu and ordered an avocado And cucumber sushi roll. Followed by a teriyaki chicken sushi roll I excitedly grabbed off of the swiftly moving sushi train. And believe it or not after eating only four tiny pieces of Sushi, (dipped in soy sauce and wasabi of course) I was absolutely famished. I'm not sure of its because I'm on a health kick, or because I don't eat white rice often. 

Whilst my friends were churning down their sashimi and slurping up their miso soup, which I later learn is a really salty soup, soy based too. I think I will try that next time.  But my all time favourite dish would have to be the Edamame. This stuff was a winner! Edamame for those who like me have been living under a rock is steamed soy beans, which are salty and incredibly fresh. The fun part is rather than manually opening them as you do with snowpeas, you force them out with your teeth, ensuring you teeth are placed at the end of the Edamame and pull it out of your mouth, as you pull then lovely bursts of goodness enters your mouth. It's simple. Yet I am amazed. I clearly need to get out more. Well out of comfort zone that is!

I must admit that I am a bit of a tech freak, very much so a typical Gen Y kid because I was  impressed by the fact that you can order your plates via an iPad. Whilst they aren't geniuses, it is definitely a cute little idea, especially because it saves me from awkwardly asking the waitress what is in this and that because the commotion around us including the ever revolving sushi train and excited customers, with chop sticks clasped in their hands was becoming a bit overwhelming. Much like that jam-packed sentence to be honest. 

Wogarella's verdict: It's got nothing on home made tabouli, but I would do it again. 

Ps Please see visual evidence below visual evidence of an after meal shot. Quit judging me, I was far too excited to take pics whilst I tried  each of the lovely dishes that were placed before me. 

Sayonara,

Wogarella Xx