The End Of A Year.

Richard Gere and I are officially finished. It wasn't as bad as i thought it would be. We just sat down and spoke about the whole thing and realized it's not working. We love each other but sometimes love just isn't enough.

Now, instead of staying single and depressed for three years (like i did in the past) I have my mind set on finding a gorgeous guy in a tight wool skivvy, a bit of facial stubble and a nice pair of slacks... Or just give me Mario front The Only Way Is Essex..

Obviously I'm hurt and a bit sad so don't get me wrong, I'm not looking for a relationship and I'm not looking for Mr Right.. I'm just looking for Mr Right Now :)

Time To Furnish My Bungalow.

I have an incredibly traditional boyfriend. So traditional that he won't step foot inside my house. He feels as though he would be disrespecting my family to come kick back in my room despite the fact we've been together a year.

As a win win situation, Im setting up the bungalow in my back yard so we can use it as a kick back room. I've decided on white, black and yellow. Here's some cushions I found in Target. They will go perfectly on the white leather couches I just bought from the St Vinnies thrift store.

I think ill start a decorating series as my bedroom and bungalow are about to get a make over.

Happy Valentines Day

Such A Rabbit Out Of The Hat Routine..

This is one of my old posts that I wrote about five months ago and never got around to posting. 

How old does a guy have to be before he grows up? I'm dating a man who is thirty-two and he is still such a kid sometimes.

I want to strangle him one day and squeeze him so tight until there is no breath left in his body the next.. The funny thing about both of those actions is that they both result in me killing him. Haha.

It dawned on me the other day that we have been together for three months. He considers it four months because neither of us have been with someone else since we exchanged numbers but officially in my eyes, its from our first date.

Who knew that Richard Gere would stick around? Who knew that I'd stay with him this long?

Last night was a real eye opener for me. Our relationship has never been all rainbows and butterflies because let's face it, he is from Iraq and mens interaction with women is completely different there (because to be blunt) there is none. There is especially no normal boyfriend girlfriend interaction!

He has only been in Australia three years so I really need to cut him some slack because this way of life and freedom (with women) is new to him. I'm not a secret, all of his friends know who I am and who I am to him so that in itself is a big step for him.

This week he is meeting my mum and brother - officially. He is coming to the house an introducing himself. It isn't like the velvet road I wanted, but it'll do.


Update: We reached the six months mark (by my count, not his) and then it was over. Remember that disappearing act I once mentioned? Yeah, he did the old switch-a-roo on me. He had me looking one way while he took the EXIT on stage left. It's funny that I am posting this today of all days because I ran into him this afternoon for the first time since he left...


 I should have put it into reverse and run over him again. 

School's Out, For EVER!

I woke up this morning to the sound of my mums voice claiming to be me to whoever was at our front door. As soon as she said "Yep, I'm Bliss." I knew she was signing for the Sportsgirl parcel we ordered only two days ago!

I was sleeping on the couch at the time because at 3.30am this morning I still couldn't sleep. I dragged my doona, pillow and self to the lounge-room and played my Home Alone dvd. Instead of falling asleep during the movie like I had intended, I watched the whole thing and dozed off ten minutes after the movie finished.

The courier delivered the package so early this morning that instead of springing to life ready to rip open the parcel like I normally do.. I mumbled "That was quick." (referring to the fact we placed our order two days ago) and fell asleep mid sentence.

When I woke up properly, my mum and I organized ten lots of items that I have to vlog in the next day or two.. and then we went shopping. We got some great items from the MNG sale as it's only got four days to go and then we went into Cotton On - which was a mad house because they were having a sale. While we were looking around Cotton On, my mum and I decided to go to a local outlet centre so I put down the $5 top I was holding (as the line for registers was at least twelve people long) and headed for the car.

After a quick ten minute drive we were at the outlet centre, which is like a ghost town. I don't know how any of those businesses survive when we were the only customers in the entire shopping centre - literally!! I went a bit nuts at Guess because they were selling their last season summer clothes and then I went a bit more nuts at the Cotton On outlet. I even got my girlfriend Candy a pair of sandals in the style she loves for only $2.

When I got home, my boyfriend came to see me for an hour and we planned the holiday we are taking for my birthday in August. I can't wait!

Now that I've written this post I will be able to sit down with my bowl of pasta, can of Coke and eleven episodes of Boardwalk Empire. I'm keen for a marathon, but perhaps I'll aim to watch two or three tonight and see how I go.

Thanks for reading. Sorry it was so long!! I'll be posting a photo haul tonight after dinner xx

My Day In Photos.

I woke up at 3pm - due to being sick all night.

Talked to Richard Gere on the phone.

Painted my nails in Face Of Australia - Flaming Lava.

Then I watched The Breakfast Club.

NOTD - Yves Saint Laurent

It's hard for me to choose a nail polish that I like lately. I'm in a phase where I don't want red, I don't want pink, I don't even want purple, black, blue, grey, silver, green or any dark colours. But I don't want bright or neons either..

It's been hard to find an inbetween colour that I am happy with.. And then I found this.

Yves Saint Laurent YSL Nail Polish in 140 Rose Gold

When I asked Richard Gere (who is 32) what he thought about the colour, he shrugged and said "It's nice."

I sat there in silence for a moment, waiting for the comment he was holding back and then he looked at the colour again. He sort of laughed to himself a little and said "But twenty-seven years ago my sister was wearing this exact colour.. And that was before you were even born Habibi."

I rolled my eyes and chuckled to myself. I love the fact he always has a follow up comment but seriously, that was then, this is now and it shows that his sister has taste and that YSL know what the hell they are doing because fashion always repeats itself.

My Night - Represented By Pictures..

Followed by..

Putting My Life Into 'Gere'

Well last night was interesting to say the least.. Richard Gere was sick all day so I didn't think we were going out. I dyed my hair and dried it but didn't style it and what do ya know? At 10.30 Richard Gere called to ask if I wanted to go to the party.
He didn't want to go at all. He was all like, "If you want to go, I'll go."

He asked me how long I needed to get ready and I casually said "Oh ten minutes will be fine.." then the panic set in. The pants and top I was going to wear gave me muffin top BAD because I had been drinking a lot of water all day so I had to run into my bedroom and try to find something to wear.
When I'm in a rush to get ready I'm jumping on the bed freaking out and my mum is usually there throwing me my clothing options.. Before I hit the stressed out tears stage, I found my bandage skirt, pulled on a new top I just bought from Forever New, slipped on some heels and walked out the door. Richard Gere nearly died when he seen my top. He loved the oversized see-through musk pink crochet top with just a bra underneath.

We walked into the party as a couple and the tree snake approached almost instantly. He smiled, gave her a kiss on the cheek and said happy birthday. He then turned his head to me (as I was purposely standing behind him) and said "Please say hello to her." Not in a sucky and sooky way, but in a 'I'm your man, shes my friend, you hate her but be polite' kinda way.
I stuck my head out from behind his shoulder, said "Hello, happy birthday" and as she leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, I turned my shoulder to her.

Richard Gere went and sat with the boys, I sat with Aaliya (and her friend that I also despise because she told me that I was "too fat for my opinion to matter") and another girl that is in our group. Green Tree Snake took the opportunity in Richard Gere's absence to tell everyone at our table in Arabic that I didn't even say happy birthday to her.

Petty, petty, petty.

After an hour or so, Aaliya and her friend left, my other girlfriend left and it was just the Tree Snakes friend, Tree Snake, two blank spaces, me and this guy who was there for the party as well. My man walked over and looked at his seating options. He could have sat next to Green Tree Snake, next to me (on the Tree Snake side) or on the end after the guy. He chose NOT to sit next to the birthday girl and made the guy move over so he could sit with me. I love when we sit in those couches together. He leans into me so that the side of his back is up against my chest and my arm is over him.

When the night was through, Richard Gere and I walked outside as a couple, stood behind his car and hugged for about five or ten minutes while we discussed our plans to go on a short holiday next weekend. When we noticed Green Tree Snake and her friend looking at us from about twenty meters away, we got into his car and drove away.

When we arrived at my house, we sat in his car outside my house and spoke for literally two hours. I found out that he was in University, did two years in the army and was a police officer in Iraq for two years also.

I was so shocked when he took out his wallet and showed me a photo of him as a young police officer. It was the actual photo that was taken to put on his police license all those years ago. He had jet black hair, a big mustache and no body fat.
I like the way he looks now in comparison.

At 3.30am he caught the time from the glimmer of his watch and said we should call it a night. He watched as I walked into my front door and he drove home.

He invited me to go to Adelaide with him tonight (Adelaide is another state in Australia - probably about seven hours drive from my state) but I declined. I have Tafe and he had already asked his friends, thinking I wouldn't want to be alone in a hotel room with him.. Little does he know ;) hahaha.

Sorry Nana - I know your reading this.

Besides, he would have booked two separate rooms until we had taken that step in our relationship. It's just the way he rolls.

My Exclusive With Richard Gere.

Story Time

Tuesday night I went to our typical hang out place looking all types of messy. By messy I mean - hair up in a bun, barely any makeup, booty trackies and a jumper. Aaliya had called me out of nowhere and said that she was two minutes from my house. I ran outside (initially forgetting my bra) and jumped in the car, thinking we were only going for our standard McDonalds run.

When she told me that we were going to the cafe, I FREAKED. I re-did some of my makeup while she ran in to get a pack of ciggies and put my hair in a messy side bun to try and hide the micro bead extensions around my hairline.

We arrived at the cafe, walked in having all the confidence in the world (or at least pretended we did) and sat down at the table with our group. Everyone knows Richard Gere and I are seeing each other. He told me on the first date that he didn't like titles so he would never be the type of guy to ask me to be his girlfriend, it would just naturally happen (which I was ok with).

After being there for fifteen minutes, I looked over and seen Richard Gere (who I thought had recently barred me) walking in through the back door. I instantly shit bricks. I slumped down in my seat, covered my face and turned awkwardly towards Aaliya asking her to go outside for a cigarette. I of course don't smoke and stood outside in the freezing cold with her while we plotted my next move. She was all 'Put down your hair, whip that shit around' and I was all like 'Ok, gonna vomit. Give me the compact - o.m.g i look like hell in a hand basket.'

After a good five minutes of freaking out and freezing half to death, I walked back inside like an adult (once again, or at least pretending) and sat down at our table. Richard Gere was still at the bar ordering and talking to his friends. The only other girl who was sitting at our table is Richard Gere's 'best friend', who we will call Green Tree Snake. The first time we met her, Aaliya said she is a green tree snake because they can camouflage themselves and blend in to any environment as they slither around.

Anyway, Green Tree Snake slithered forward on the seat, lent over Aaliya and said "It's better this way anyway. You two aren't good for each other. He told me after your first date that you meant nothing to him and that it was just casual and that he told you that you weren't ever going to be his girlfriend."

Hold on, back the f**k up.. He said WHAT?! I was angry, upset, annoyed, devastated andembarrassed. That little bitch just said all of that to me in front of everyone sitting at our table. A million thoughts raced through my head 'But we talked about the fact were exclusive.. But he said he didn't mind waiting a year for my hair to grow long (because he doesn't like extensions) But he said it would just NATURALLY HAPPEN that we would be a couple' then the thoughts followed 'So everyone here thought I was just his young skank? I played the fool? I believed him?!'

I leaned forward and I said "No, he told me *etc etc etc*" and she said "Wallah (which is I swear to God in Arabic) he said that to me. I'm only telling you because your a nice girl and I think of you as a friend now. Iraqi guys are all liars, trust me I know. He just told you whatever you wanted to hear."

I felt myself crumbling.. How did it come to this? I looked at all the people on my table as I said.. "So I'm meant to just sit here and pretend that everything is ok? Well I can't do it.. (face changes as I'm about to cry) (voice cracks) I just can't do it!"

I got up, ran straight past Richard Gere, straight past the sixty other people in the cafe, the three owners, the six staff members and into the back exit where I stood and cried for about three minutes straight, holding my mouth to muffle the noise the whole time.

Aaliya soon followed and as we headed for the car I felt my phone vibrate in my hand.
"Richard Gere"
I didn't answer so he sent a message
"Hello Darling, did you leave because you don't want to sit with me?"
As soon as he sent me that message, I realized he had no idea what had just happened. I didn't want to answer that message so Aaliya called him back "Yes, this is Aaliya, I'm pissed off and Anastasia is upset because of what your friend just told her that you said about her!"
He RAN - literally RAN outside to see what was happening. When I told him about what Green Tree Snake said, he couldn't believe it.

In the end, Aaliya called her outside and we had it out.
He told her that she took one word and make a complete story out of it and that it was NOT what he said or what he meant. He explained that he doesn't like titles and that just because were not 'boyfriend girlfriend' doesn't meant that were not together like normal couples.

She tried to blame it on the fact that she doesn't know how to explain herself properly but I knew she was vicious from the first time I met her.

Richard Gere made her apologize, but I left before she opened her mouth. I didn't need another lie to come out of her mouth so I got Aaliya to drive me home.

I had no idea what was happening between Richard Gere and I. All I knew was that he did not say those things, that he held my hand the whole time I had it out with his friend and that he kissed me goodnight.

I spent Wednesday night worrying that the damage had already been done and that maybe he was going to back away from me, thinking that drama just followed.

I was so over the moon last night when Richard Gere came to my house and we talked it out. He told me that he is scared - the words were "Wallah I'm scared that I'll never want to leave you. I'm scared because your the perfect woman and I want to stay with you."

So we agreed - were exclusive.

He is going to a wedding tonight so I'm flying solo but tomorrow night he is taking me to one of his friends birthday party. We are going as a couple.

Tomorrow night is a massive night for me. It is my first night going back to the cafe where everyone seen me cry just a few days ago. It is the first time I will be faced with the Green Tree Snake since she humiliated me in front of everyone at that cafe and it is the first night that I will be walking in there on the arm of my Richard Gere.

So the pressure is really on. All of those thoughts running around my head and all I can think is;

WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR?!

Richard Gere Put It In Gear And Drove Away.

Why is it that when I'm home alone I choose to sit and sing Disney songs? I just YouTube'd all of my favourite Disney songs and I'm singing them at the top of my lungs, even as I write this post.

My mum and brother are both "no-ones slick as Guston.." .. Sorry, it's hard to sing and keep track of what I'm writing. Don't mind me, I'm just doing the actions along with the music haha. I really should record myself singing this stuff. I even do different facial expressions to different voices.

As I was saying, my mum and brother are in Tatura with my grandparents teaching them how to use the internet so I just went shopping and bought some school supplies like plastic pockets and folder dividers etc.

You're probably wondering why my subject title sounds like Richard Gere dumped me? Well it's because he sorta did. The other night he was being a dick and I decided to go home and sleep. When he knew I was leaving he said "If you leave, don't call me anymore." So I called that bluff, got up, kissed everyone EXCEPT HIM on the cheek, said goodbye to the group and left.

He thought I was heaven? I'll show him HELL if he tries to call me again.

Being A Goddess In Someones Eyes

You may have read my blog, looked at my photos and thought "What's the big deal? She's a chubby/curvy chick with blonde hair." Hell, most of the time that's even the way I think about myself but lately something has changed.

I have always been honest and told you girls about how the guys around my area react to me and I've never lied, never made it sound better than what it was and I sure as shit haven't exaggerated when I tell you about the guys who nearly crash their cars, the guys who cross the road just to pass me and the one who nearly fell off a roof yesterday when he was waving to me as I walked past.

The reason I am mentioning this now is because my last post reminded me of something that was said to me recently.

On my first date with Richard Gere he said something to me that no-one has ever said before. Something that no woman expects to hear in her lifetime.

When I asked him if he gets jealous when his friends look at me.. Do you know what he said to me?

He said,
"When you walk past, whatever is happening, whatever we are saying and whatever we are thinking STOPS. We do not see, hear or think about anything other than you. I am a jealous person but with you I know to expect that I will always be jealous because you are heaven. You are heaven and every one that I know, knows it. You walk past and we are not capable of anything else but to admire everything that you are. You have this amazing body and this unbelievable face. We stop talking because we know that there is nothing is more important than savoring that moment."

How is it that they can see that everyday when I can't see that of myself even on one day?

I hope that every woman reading this post finds a man who thinks she is heaven.
No, I hope that every woman in the Universe finds a man or woman that thinks she is heaven and treats her that way too.

First Date FOTD And Outfit.

Last Sunday 'Richard Gere' and I went on our first date.
He didn't outright call it a date. He just said that he needed to go to G Star to buy his niece a pair of jeans for her 15th birthday and would I like to come along. After I said yes, he told me that he was planning to take me for lunch and shopping for myself as well.

When I was getting ready I was all over the place. My fake tan was coming off in areas that I couldn't hide like my forearms and the front of my legs (my shins).
I had this gorgeous full body tan and then a big patch of skin about 2 or 3 shades lighter than my tan just sitting there staring at me. It definitely looked like I had a skin disease where you lose pigmentation.

Just my luck it wasn't cold enough to wear pants and a long sleeve top so I decided that the upper body was more important to cover and my legs wouldn't be as likely to be seen by him and everyone else walking past me.

WRONG.

After lunch we went outside to get some fresh air and he cornered me with the question all girls with a dodgy spray tan dread:
"I don't wanna be rude and I don't want you to be shy but why do you paint yourself?"

I paused for a moment and then it hit me. "Ahhh, you mean why did I get a spray tan?" I replied.

"Yes, your skin is so nice usually but now you can see that it's coming off and it's obvious that it's fake." He so observantly remarked.

I then went on to tell him that Aaliya is learning to spray tan and I volunteered to be her model just to help her out. Which was a total load of bullshit mind you, but what else was I meant to say? Was I meant to admit that I'm usually lilly white under these clothes and that I wanted to look like a European goddess with an all year round glow? Was I meant to tell him that my cellulite isn't as bad when it's tanned? Or maybe that the stretch marks on my hips aren't half as visible when I wear a cut off singlet if they are 'painted' over?
A split second decision and some good bluffing on my behalf made something awkward into something plausible.

Sometimes a lie is way better than the truth - for both parties.


This photo was before I completely blended in my blush - as you can tell.

And blended.

Top - Vintage Supre
Skirt - Kmart
Bag - Betts Denim Tye Dye
Shoes - Snakeskin sandals from Rubi Shoes
(not photographed but the same design as the ones worn in my Valentines Day outfit post)

My Valentines Day Look

For Valentines day Aaliya and I went to the local argileh cafe.

Afterwards, Richard Gere and I went for a cruise around the city and then he dropped me off at home. We had our first kiss, which lead to about ten more kisses while sitting in my driveway.
I'm so glad he knows how to kiss.

Now onto the important stuff.. The hair, makeup and outfit!

I waved my hair in a Marilyn-esque style and wore a long dress/gown by Bardot.

Using the Napoleon Smokey Eye Palette I always show you and Revlon Mauve It Over lipstick.

These were taken when I got home so my hair had dropped.

Guess clutch

Rubi sandals

What did you all do/wear for Valentines day?