5 reasons why you shouldn’t leave anything to the last minute

Written as a response to: Finally.

1. It’s exhausting. I worked double time over the past few days to finish a project and I managed to make myself sick in the process. I didn’t sleep. My back is currently doing it’s version of the Cha Cha Slide. It’s bad for your health, people. 
2. Quality. You can do something in twenty four hours and it might be okay. Now imagine doing it over a week, or two weeks. You can turn okay into amazing. Or you know, maintain a good sleep schedule and have some confidence in what you’re doing. 

3. It makes you look bad. 

4. There’s no satisfaction, just an overbearing thought of finally when you reach the last moment and sweet relief flows through your body. Your brain ends up being so over worked that you can barely do anything after. 

5. It screws up the rest of your plans. If you’re studying, you know what I mean. Two papers due on the same day and they both need to be done. Holy, get your ass in gear Batman. That other paper due in two days has to wait and suddenly you already know that you’re going to be in the same position again. 

Word to the wise kids, plan accordingly and do things on time! 

…and I really need to take my own advice. 


Dealing with anger

I guess this is a serious post, so I will balance it with some snark later on. I just wanted to write a little bit about how I deal with my anger. 

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I often tell people that I don’t get angry, I get annoyed. What’s the difference? I don’t know, I think it just makes me feel better. If I believe that I’m annoyed, I will be over it in a minutes. Anger stays with me.
There are truly only few people who can make me genuinely angry. Two to be exact. My wonderful parents. I think that’s the norm. Family has a way of pissing you off. The anger is worse because you can’t just cut them off (not with a lot of drama first). 

Friends come and go. If a friend pisses me off, that’s it. We can choose not to be friends anymore. It might suck, but we’ll get over it. Family? Not that easy. Over the years, I’ve come to realise that I have bad coping strategies. In my late teens, I took up eating. To this day, I struggle with my weight. I am never quite comfortable with myself and I tend to have days where I feel like an ugly whale. It helps that I have family to reaffirm my doubts about myself. 

It’s always the people who are supposed to be lifting you up that bring you down. And when the day of reckoning comes, they act surprised when you’re upset. Words hurt, no matter how much we don’t think they do. I think emotional and verbal abuse are worse than physical abuse sometimes. A bruise can heal, but once negativity is in your head, if burrows in and stays there. It doesn’t leave. It might go on vacation, but it doesn’t go anywhere. 

For me, a lot of my esteem issues lie with my parents. They are… interesting people. My dad in particular is not… someone that I would be around if we weren’t related. He makes me so angry all the time that I often don’t know what to do. I’ve had all of the fantasies. Maybe I’m secretly adopted and my real parent are out there. Maybe I’m Kal-Ellie, Superman’s snarky sister who didn’t end up in Kansas. Maybe this is all a dream. 

Unfortunately, it’s reality. 

That’s often what I come down to. I can’t be angry over what I can’t change. It’s maybe not the healthiest way to deal with things. Even in anger, I feel like I’m still being controlled. I am not allowed to be angry. I have to stand there and take whatever is thrown my way because this is the life I was born into. I have to listen to someone calling me stupid, fat and ugly among other colourful (and quite frankly creative) insults. And I can’t get angry. On the bright side – I’m inspiring creativity. What’s there to be mad about? 

Joking aside. 

Anger means that I’m letting them win. I don’t have to accept that what they’re saying is true. Fuck that. However, I know that anger won’t solve anything. Persistence is key. Keeping my head down and trying to focus on bettering myself for myself is key. Listening to whoever it may be – my father, friends, random people – that’s not key. 

When you’re angry, sometimes you have to give yourself a moment. One moment. Vent. Rant. Throw things (not at other people, we don’t need to catch any charges!). After that, you lock it away. Shut it down and reflect. Walk away. Avoid that person. Shut down and refuse to let them provoke you. It’s easier said than done, but I always tell myself that it’s not worth it. Anger is not worth it. 

Sometimes you’ve just got to let it go. 

how to deal with haters

A few years ago, I spent a full twenty four hours arguing with a Supernatural fan about Jared Padalecki. It wasn’t out of the blue. I hinted that his charity was a ‘scam’ (in the loosest sense) and suddenly, I had someone posted up and down on my blog who seemed content on letting me know how irrelevant I was. 

She (or he) found my personal Twitter and tried to make it seem all sinister, but my blog is linked to that account. She (or he) also linked me to her tumblr in a poor attempt to get people to come over and trash talk. It failed miserably. 

Still despite that, I still wasted time going back and forth with her. Why? I don’t know. I have a hard time being called names and just sitting there and taking it. I don’t think anyone should have to.

However, there are some ways the situation can escalate that make no one look good. 

So, here is my guide on how to deal with haters. 

1. Tell them that that you only deal with intelligent people

This works for me most of the time. Literally. If you write me three paragraphs of nonsense and I’m really not in the mood, I will just tell you that I only argue with intelligent people. I’m yet to get a response to that. It seems to shut them up. Maybe subtly calling someone stupid is the way to go.  

2. Tell them to shut the fuck up

I know that people will say ignore them, but that’s not satisfying. I need satisfaction, dammit. I say tell them to shut the fuck up and trade some light insults. Never make your insults too personal – no attacks on families, runaway chihuahuas or grammar mistakes. That’s just petty. 

The person I mentioned above called me all sorts of names so I insulted her right back. She then tried to call me a bully and then started being rude to other commenters? Hypocrisy called, they want your dumb ass back, honey. Anyway. Soon after that point, I had to block them…

3. Ignore them after telling them to shut the fuck up

I generally do not block people. I actually unblocked everyone on Twitter a while ago apart from one girl. She will remain blocked just so that I always remember that there are some people in this world that serve no purpose other than to drive you mad. I do not want her brand of crazy to touch any aspect of my life so she shall remain blocked. That’s dramatic but my sanity is very dear to me. 

Sometimes you just need to block people and be the better person. 

4. Stop using the term hater

I have been called a hater periodically for the last seven years for having an opinion. People that don’t think the same way as you are not haters. They just have a different opinion. These days hater means wah wah wah they don’t agree with me. It’s like an archaic word for libtard. It’s kind of stupid. 

5. Never let them get you down

I went through a period of time where I would get attacked for everything I said. No matter what I said, it would illicit negativity. It was personal and in the end, I realised that it wasn’t worth it. It was fun to say all sorts and watch these people go crazy, but I can bet you that anyone who goes toe to toe with such people is living in a metaphorical vat of soup made up of their own misery. It’s absolutely miserable. The most isolated feeling in the world. 

It either goes two ways, you extract yourself from that situation and realise that you’re not perfect, but also that you don’t deserve to be treated that way. 

Or you end up with a martyr complex and become an asshole. Looking at you, Chris Brown. 

At some point, you need to say fuck everything and cut the bullshit out. It can be difficult but it’s not impossible. For me, I just had an epiphany overnight. I moved to different platforms. I expressed myself differently. I realised that I should probably stop antagonising people. Probably

And I embraced my inner snark. 

So, I guess snark is how you deal with your haters? 

Something like that. 

Writing 101 | plot development

I’m not a professional writer by any means, but what I’ve noticed is this recent trend of awful characters doing awful things before slight redemption and an admission that they will always be awful. 

That to me is boring. If your plot is that your main character is a questionable, you need to have a conclusion that goes beyond that. 

Now that’s a post for another time, but I brought that up because sometimes we tend to write our characters in a certain way that allows us to become attached and even though we know their inner secrets and everything, the audience doesn’t. 

The same goes for the plot. When I’m writing, I’m always aware of the fact that no one else is in my head. If I decide to throw in a random in-joke, I make sure that it’s easily understood by the readers. For instance, I’m a boyband fan and I’ll go for the obvious Backstreet Boys joke and not say some obscure music reference that nobody will get. 

Another important thing is something I call A-Z plotting. I am sure that there’s a better name for it out there but that’s what I’m going with. Basically, the reader needs to be able to read points A and Z and know that it’s part of the same story. How I try to do this is by knowing how my story will end before I begin writing. Knowing how it will end is different from knowing the precise ins and outs. You can be flexible, but the end goal has to be clear. 


A: Buddy the three legged robotic dog is looking for his missing leg

B: The search begins

C: A lead!

D: The lead is a bust


Z: He finds his leg (or he doesn’t). 

The point is that the beginning and end need to be connected otherwise you’ll leave the reader wondering what the point was. Even if it’s an ambiguous ending, there has to be a connection. 


  • Introduce your main character
  • Introduce the main plot
  • Make it as clear as possible


  • Subplots can be introduced here
  • Avoid too many confusing subplots that don’t add to the overall plot
  • Develop the main character + any secondary characters
  • Move the story along at a steady pace
  • Resolve subplots (if necessary)


  • Resolve the main plot
  • It doesn’t have to be a good resolution but it needs to be clear that you’re resolving it. 
  • If the ending is ambiguous – fine, but you should avoid leaving your reader with more questions than answers.

And now here are some helpful infographics (all from Pinterest) that explains this stuff way better than I can, lol. 

This is from a longer post on plot that you can read here.

Thanks for reading! 

Writing 101 | an informal guide on how to start a story 

I have run out of things to blog about. I could blog about myself, but I’m just not that interesting. I wish I was. I wish I could fill my blog and Instagram with wonderful pictures of my life, but I can’t. 

So I’m going to impart some wisdom instead. 

Often you’ll hear that how you start your story is the most important part. I suppose that’s correct but it all depends on the reader. Some people read the ending first. I know that’s reading sacrilege, but I used to do that. I can’t remember why now, but there’s nothing more irritating than an ending that you can’t quite buy into. 
Anyway, beginnings. 

What I generally do is jump right into it. If my character, Bob, is a magician with three fingers, my story will literally begin with:

There was once lived a magician called Bob. What was special about Bob was that he only possessed three fingers. This was due to a tragic boating accident that occurred during a trip to Australia back when he was a young man. 

That takes you right into the story. Even if you don’t have any concrete idea of the plot, you know the main character, his profession and one unique quality. 

What I hate is when I start a story and it’s just pages and pages of the writer setting the scene. It’s a story, not a fictional travel guide. If you swamp the reader at the beginning, you’re going to lose them. Not only that, it’s just boring. When I read stories like that I’m always asking myself what the story is actually about. If I have clue what I’m reading, I’m not going to continue. 

Anyway, there are other ways to start a story besides introducing the main character point blank. 

There’s dialogue. 

“I’m getting too old for this.”

That was the first thing Bob told himself whenever he rose in the morning and smelt the faint whiff of popcorn and hot dogs from the previous night. 

There’s sound. 

Pop. Pop. Pop. 

The sky lit with hues of reds and oranges and Bob marveled at how the evening fireworks never failed to disappoint. 

If you want to set the scene, there’s a way to do that without an information dump. 

Bob lived in an old farmhouse in the outskirts of Albuquerque. It was a small two-storey property that had been abandoned by it’s former owners. The front lawn was littered with dry grass and chipped stones from the walkway, and the concrete driveway was occupied by the small two-seater that Bob drove when he wasn’t away with the circus. 

Shortly after a brief description there should be action action action. 

Think about how your day starts. You have a conversation, you do something. Sure, the reader might not be able to picture every single detail unlessyou describe it for them, but you don’t need to. I think allowing readers to form their own mental pictures is much better. It allows them to engage with your writing. A textbook is where you should find long, detailed descriptions, not a story. Certainly not at the beginning of a story anyway.

So, there you have it. My ‘wisdom’. And actually, I kind of had fun doing this so there may be be more. 

The Awkward Chronicles #1

Yes, yet another blog series. I feel like humour is my strong point and on this blog I’m either complaining or uh, complaining? And also sort of not really obsessing over Bob. So, yes. Let me amuse you. While complaining.

Dear Snarklings, 

Life is well. There’s some pain and general frustration, but I’m okay. 

What’s plaguing me this week is the phenomenon known as awkwardness. What happens when you put two slightly awkward people together – more awkwardness. 

Case in point, my manager at work is this quiet, awkward guy that’s apparently really nice when you get to know him. I’m a nice, quiet, girl that’s crazy and will say nothing to you until you say something to her. So basically all of the managers more or less ignore me unless they want something. That’s fine by me. 

The perks of being awkward is that you’re not inclined to blow smoke up anyone’s arse. We might not become CEOs or millionaires but at least we have our integrity. (If only we could monetize integrity). So the silence doesn’t bother me. I talk to whoever I feel comfortable around and don’t say anything to anyone that bothers me or that I’m uncomfortable around. 

Sometimes people perceive this as rudeness. Like today, someone that I don’t usually work with asked me what I was planning to have for dinner. Inside I was thinking I don’t know you but out loud I said that I didn’t know and accidentally ended the exchange by not directing the question back at her. I could tell that they were making conversation but…I am weird and selective about who I speak to. It’s random. My brain is like the machine that spits out lottery balls. It either has your number or it doesn’t. Anyway, I made up for my faux pas by saying goodbye. Goodbyes and hellos are the worst for me so that’s progress. Progress!

Tangent aside. Awkward manager was a constant source of amusement for me because he always looks confused (I always look confused too), and I always joke that he looks like he woke up one day and just found himself in this job. I had a good laugh with that joke. A good one. 


Karma struck me cruelly and now he’s my fucking line manager. So now he’s the head of my department and I have to interact with him every now and then. Now, what’s the issue, you say? 

Up until this week he’s never said a word to me. No introduction, no nothing. Not a word. Nada. When he was new he introduced himself to one of the other people I work with. Not a word to me. I suppose you could say it goes both ways. I’d never said a word to him either, but he’s the manager not me. I have seen him multiple times and nothing. Just an odd look. Or maybe that’s me projecting? I have no idea. 

Anyway, come this week and out of nowhere he appeared behind me. That’s happened a few times and I really don’t like that. One time I was talking to another manager and I backed up and who was directly behind me? Awkward manager! H gave me that same odd look and I got the hell out of there. I hate being approached from behind. It scares the shit out of me. 

So when he came up to me this week my heart almost jumped out of my chest because he crept up on me and he was talking to me after seeing me on a daily basis for months and saying nothing! It was so awkward. He said one more thing to me that day and I thought maybe our manager-employee balance was restored. 

Fast forward to today and he came up to me again to tell me what he wanted me to do and that was it. For whatever reason I find it hard to maintain eye contact with people so I looked away after he was done talking but I could feel him looking at me so I just smiled and got back to what I was doing. 

After that, he must have walked past me a hundred (kinda) times. Not a peep. Okay, so, maybe I could have said something but it was so awkward. I’m not used to managers (that I’m directly reporting to) not saying anything to me. Or managers who try to out awkward me. I think I have to tap out here and just say hello to him… when I’m mentally able to do so. It takes me a long time to get comfortable enough to make conversation with people. I have no idea why. Total strangers are fine. People I see everyday? My mouth just sees pass 200 and go directly to jail and it clams up. 

I did try to make things less awkward by smiling at him. Managers like that. A smile and a hello all while I’m thinking why are you people so fucking lazy. It’s a win-win situation. Anyway, all he did was smile back. Can you imagine? I didn’t smile at you just to get a smile back, AM! Ugh. 

That was a perfect opportunity for a hello snark. Come to think of it when he spoke to me there was no hello, just Snark this is what you need to do. I actually said hello – and okay, some other guy thought I was saying hello to him and start talking to me and yes, awkward.  

Maybe Awkward Manager needs some manners or people training? Maybe I need to just get over the awkwardness and say something? I am the friendliest (hahahahahaha) employee on Earth. I don’t (well hardly ever) argue. I do the work, I do extra (occasionally). Getting Awkward Manager to talk to me shouldn’t be on my list of headaches. And now it’s even more awkward for me because I feel self-conscious about the fact that this dude won’t say more than one sentence to me. 

I hate to say it but I’ve officially been out-awkwarded. 

Just my luck. 

What do you guys think? Am I overreacting or does this sound weird to you? I would get it if he was just awkward and quiet but he talks to everyone but me and it’s so uncomfortable. Maybe I need to show up with a flashing neon sign that says HELLO AWKWARD MANAGER! 

He’d probably run away screaming. LOL. 

Lessons in failure

I was talking to some people about certain qualifications and I was on the ‘consider if you really want to do this‘ side and the other person was on the ‘do it!!!’ side. 

They accused me of discouraging the person and I was wondering how that was that case when I was just speaking from experience. 

Never, ever, ever, EVER embark on a task that requires a lot of hard work and effort just because someone wants you do it. You have to want to do it. 

When I was a child, I was academically brilliant. I did well on tests, on exams, written assignments and everything. School was not difficult. That’s because I enjoyed learning. I still do. I’m knowledgeable about a variety of things and that’s because I’m interested in them. Anyway, after becoming accustomed to performing well, the worst thing in life is failing. And not the I messed around because the test didn’t mean anything failure, but the kind where nothing works out no matter how hard you try. 

I realised that my life was basically a series of letters and numbers. Especially to my parents. My worth was judged on my academic ability. I will admit that I slipped up, I got distracted and that didn’t help, but it was a case of trying to please everyone but myself. I cracked under the pressure and I’m still trying to piece myself together. I was so caught up on getting 100% that I fumbled and couldn’t get back up. 

With that in mind, I’ve learnt a thing or two. 

1. People fail all the time 

That doesn’t seem like something one needs to learn but I’ve found solidarity in failing. It’s one thing for you to fail, but knowing that you’re not alone makes it better. Not in a ‘yay, we failed!’ sense, but in an it’s not just me sense. When I failed, I felt ashamed. I felt sick. I felt like I’d let everyone down, but it happens. To succeed in life, I think you need to fail sometimes. That’s just how life is. 

2. You need to succeed for yourself and other people

When I was growing up, my parents had a funny way of motivating us. It was more ‘make sure you get 100% in everything or else‘ than ‘we will love you no matter what’. 

It set up a weird situation where nothing was good enough. 100% becomes 100% at all times, it’s always what you can do next. There’s not much time for just being yourself. So, there comes a point where you have to realise that pleasing other people is kind of impossible. They will never be pleased because achieving 100% at all times is kinda limited to geniuses. Geniuses are kinda rare. 

The biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life is doing things because other people told me to. It’s a mistake that haunts me to this day. I do well in the things that I pick for myself. During my degree, my dissertation was more or less the only thing I had free reign over. I got the highest mark on it. I’m never going to listen to anyone blindly again when I’m the one who has to do whatever it is. 

Sometimes you have to put your foot down and say no. 

3. Sometimes, you need to fail to see where you’re going wrong

I’m in the middle of trying to figure out what to do with my life. Depending on who you are, you might wonder why I haven’t figured it out yet when I tell you how old I am. I have a STEM degree in a reasonably good subject. Despite my average grade (which felt amazing to me because hey, I didn’t fail!) I could go onto become a doctor if I was crazy enough to spend another seven plus years in school, or I could work elsewhere in the medical field. I could but instead I’m slumming it at my current job which I’m vastly overqualified for. 

I’m not the only one in the same predicament, but I’m here because all of that medical stuff was really not what I wanted to do. I was pushed into it and stuck doing it even after I failed woefully many times. If I could go back, I’d just change track after the first sign of trouble, but it the end, finishing what I’d started became something that I had to do. Call that pride or whatever, but sometimes I wonder if it’d be easier to have just quit. Back then I would have seen it as another failure, but in hindsight, maybe it would made me rest easier. Either way, I can pinpoint the exact moment where everything went crazy. In future, I will use that to guide me so that I don’t make the same mistake. 

To summarise, if it doesn’t feel right, don’t do it. If people classify that as failure, it’s just another part of your journey. Nobody’s perfect 

4. Failing isn’t the end of the world

Richard Branson is famously known for not having many school qualifications. That might be perceived as failure to some but he’s a billionaire. He wrote his own definition of success and made it work for him. 

When you fail, give yourself time to breathe and think. There’s usually two options – try again or move on. Other people will try to put you down, but you have to take it on the chin. My parents still bring up my failures on a regular basis, but I try to set myself little goals now and then. If I can do them, I can set my mind to bigger tasks when it comes from it. I can learn from past mistakes. Namely, that I won’t do well in something I’m pushed to do. However, that doesn’t mean that I should stop trying to better myself. It just means that I have to keep going, keep trying and enjoy what I’m doing. 

Normal snark (or something like it) will be resumed shortly.