Public, it's the new private.

It's funny how different social media channels can call for different - if not completely opposite levels of humility.

It was probably a sad day when even self-exhibitionists went with the crowd and put their Facebook profiles on private. But these egoists are resilient creatures. They found other ways of thriving.

They began posting risque thumbnails of themselves wearing close to nothing (it's just a bikini for God's sake, the fact that it shows more skin than my everyday underwear is completely beside the point). Next, they put on their humility-hat and began posting status updates complaining about all the creepy guys poking them, sending them messages and trying to add them. Have pity on me, for life is hard being this good looking.

But if you really want to see some guy's six pack, or some girl's cleavage photo-bombing her duckface - and if you want to enjoy these things in somewhat higher definition than what the Facebook thumbnail allows - chances are it's on Instagram for all to see. They will never ask how you found them or who the hell you think you are. Just keep showing them a little #instalove and they'll keep posting, so you can keep stalking. They call it 'following' now.


Keeping it real.

Noeline X

So many harlem shakes, not enough time

The Harlem Shake - MEC Australia

I love my job. Spot me on the bottom left!

Gone viral. Back in 30 seconds.

I love me my viral videos. For anyone who hasn't yet seen the harlem shake, get on it! Here's a collection of my absolute faves. You are welcome!

Love, Noeline
xox

This full stop was brought to you by copy-paste

You know you need a new macbook when you've exhausted the full stop button. It was a good run, though. We've been through a lot.

I drafted my essays for the HSC on this thing. It was so long ago that they don't even call it the HSC anymore. It went with me to Spain and back, and processed every single university assignment I ever did.

Since my last blog I've shopped in Singapore, snorkeled in Koh Phangnan, rode an elephant in Phuket, and consumed a crocodile pie during a road trip to Byron Bay. This was shortly followed by force feeding myself an emu pie. 

It was one of those instances where you do something for the satisfaction of your future self, rather than scolding your past self for not just having done it. Because really, when's the next time you'll get to eat an emu pie? Exactly.

Today was also my first day at my new job. So say hello to the Strategy & Insight Analyst at one of the world's leading media agencies! 

After all the heartache and drama of job hunting, after waves of renewed hope, followed by relapses of self doubt - it all made sense. God was saving me from positions I was settling for, so that I could have my dream role later. The kind of role I was prepared to work at for years before branching off and getting promoted into.  

I feel truly blessed now I can invest most of my energy doing something I'm passionate about; instead of going home tired from work, and waking up exhausted from all nighters just so I could keep up with uni work.

I feel blessed because I turned down a promotion from my old job - the salary of which would have been substantially more than what I make now. I had the luxury of choosing happiness over money, and I feel blessed for having the mind to choose the former.

I hope 2013 is as good to everyone else as it has been for me. Even if it means going through a few rough patches first.

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and good night!

Love, Noeline
xox