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Saturday, 14 May 2016

Essex girl on paper, Tower Hamlets girl at heart!

Okay, so it got pretty hectic again and finding the time to write became a chore in itself. But I had to write something about this. Perhaps it may not be such a big deal for those of you who've done it so many times you'd consider yourself a nomad. And as much as I love the idea of being one myself, I'm afraid I'm one of those who like to have a base station. 

So, after 7 weddings, countless nieces and nephews, numerous laughs and tears and 20 years of memories later, I've moved homes. Yeah, alright not a huge deal because I'm still at home with my parents, but us Bangladeshis thrive on exaggeration and even as I'm saying this I'm exaggerating!

What can I say, it was emotional, saying goodbye to a huge chapter in your life, along with some of the dearest neighbours and acquaintances, but the need for space, and the liberty from extortionate service charges became paramount. Alas, it had to be done. 

However, I shall not despair; the picture of sitting in the garden on a nice summer's day with a book in my hand, a cuppa beside me keeps the nostalgia at bay... for now! But if there's one thing I now know is that moving is ridiculously laborius, an absolute pain in the a**, and it really attacks your fashion sense. I've not had access to my shoes and most of my clothes for almost a month and this was probably apparent for those of you who've had the misfortune of seeing me on such days - I sincerely apologise. 

So, I've gone from being in inner London surrounded by the bustling of the city, with everything within very convenient distance, to the calm and almost sequestered skirts of Essex - dear lord does that make me an Essex girl? Have mercy!

Right, it kind of sounds like a bit of a rant, and I guess I'm not completely jumping for joy because now it means I have to sacrifice sleep if I want to get anywhere on time. Nonetheless, it is yet another new beginning, not just for me but my entire family, the whole 50 member of it and I know we will make more wonderful and marvellous moments together. 

Until I post again.

P.S. While everyone was welling up, I just had to re-create that scene from the last episode of Friends. 















Monday, 1 February 2016

New Beginnings

It's been quite some time since my last post and as much as I'd liked to blame it on anything else, it was mostly laziness from my part. However, there have been a few changes recently, which has taken some of my time and so I've somewhat neglected this blog. But I'm determined not to put my pen down any time soon.

So, new beginnings... After 18 months of tortured unemployment and being in a state of limbo it seemed, I've found my calling. And because I'm weird like that, I'm not unequivocally keen on disclosing precisely what it is (I assure you it's nothing shady). But that feeling of finally being able to have some purpose to your days knowing that you're headed somewhere, a place where you've wanted to travel along but weren't quite courageous enough to step up to even try, it's truly refreshing.

While the sound of 'new beginnings' sounds brilliant, it can also be rather terrifying, because with new stuff comes change. Change is certainly challenging, but I started this hurdle and I want to meet it head on. I'm not sure whether I'll be successful in the route that I'm taking but I will give a damn good shot of it.

So, when you start at a new place, whether that's work, school, uni or whatever else it could be, you spend the first week scouting, well at least I do. Scouting for that group who you're going to have lunch with, or those who you could have a cheeky gossip or laugh with in the office, you get my drift. By day three, you've eliminated quite a few and by day five, you've somewhat managed to settle with your lot, hoping they don't turn out to be weirdos and secretly praying you find at least one, please just one sane person you could speak to.

This time round it wasn't any different, only that I was slightly older than quite a few of them. And though, I don't exactly act my age, (nor look it apparently, thank goodness), it was rather hard to see past the immaturity of a lot of them. Thus, I was in a predicament, do I pal up with the ones much older than me, who spend their time talking about school runs and childcare (*snore*) or do I shake hands with the younger crowd and be the 'mummy' of the group. NO! For the love of God!

Six months in so far and it's not been so bad, I've accepted my weird position in this place and it seems it works quite well, I manage to speak to both the younger and the older. And whilst I prefer the younger (note: I didn't disclose my age to them) because they make laugh and keep me feeling like I'm 17, the older certainly keep me focused on my goals. We make a fantastic bunch together and to my utter excitement, Harry Potter fans can be found even in the oddest of places.

My new beginning, though it's stupendously demanding, leaving me little time to write and even less for the gym (yup, going fat again), I'm relishing it, but I'm starting to feel the waves picking up and it's time for me to wax that board and get my surf on.

Bring it on!

P.S. I'll aim to make it a shorter gap between this post and the next, unlike the last.

Saturday, 27 June 2015

Korean Dramas? What?!

The year 2013 was the year I had watched so many dramas, I'd honestly lost count. This included marathoning entire series to watching episodes as it aired. The thing is, it was all American and British dramas like White Collar, Vampire Diaries, Game of Thrones, Sherlock, Doctor Who, all of which were heard of and popular in the media.

Around summertime that year, a friend of mine was trying to push something new towards me, Korean dramas. What?! Honestly, I never considered to watch dramas that were not spoken in English. It never occurred to me that I may be interested in dramas other than the normal British and American ones that everyone goes on about or are advertised in mainstream TV.

As I'm someone who's open to change (well at least I like to think I am), I thought okay, why not, let's give it try. This friend of mine, decided to give me a drama that was popular amongst the K-Drama fans (one that converts everyone to a K-Drama addict), Boys Over Flowers. And what a mistake that was. I guess you have to know your audience when you want them to try something new. I never actually got past the first episode of that drama, thus my judging it may be unfair but truth be told the acting was appalling that even the infamous Lee Min Ho (Korean actor praised for his looks and acting - overrated in my opinion) couldn't sway me into watching any further let alone give another K-Drama a try.

Now this friend of mine had been a K-Drama addict for a while by then and was on a hunt to bring a few more into her addiction as she went along. After months of not-so-subtle encouragement and pestering she finally had me giving it another try but this time she picked a different drama, A Gentleman's Dignity. I've gotta say, she'd nailed it with her recommendation, because after that drama, I was hooked.

Since, then my addiction began and all I watch now are just K-dramas, and I could give you endless list of reason why they're awesome but in this blog I'm aiming to give you an idea of what tends to happen post-K-drama addiction.

One thing I wish my friend had done before veering me towards this, was to seriously give me a heads up. Without a doubt you absolutely and undoubtedly need, is the K-drama addiction warning.

So, here are the things that I think I should've been forewarned about before attempting a K-drama:

1. Say goodbye to sleep

You become nocturnal once you become a K-drama addict. It's a case of 'just one more episode and then I'll sleep' but sure enough, you'll find that it's time for work and you haven't greeted your pillow.




2. Greetings to a hearty appetite

One thing about K-dramas is that the characters are always eating, and man does the food look awesome. So, after watching that episode you'll most likely gander off in hunt for some ramen (or in most cases for me a crappy instant noodles).




3. The constant swooning

Yes! These guys and inexplicably swoon-worthy - you'll be sitting there with a joker-style grin, the hands in fists clutched to the chest and the dreamy wistful sighs.  Every time you watch a new drama, you fall in love all over again. By the end of your first month, you would've had quite a few oppas! (Hangul for boyfriend.)




4. Second Lead Syndrome (SLS)

Now this one you need to get used to, because man it happens in way too many dramas. The guy who is absolutely perfect, treats her with kindness, respect and love but oh guess what he's soon pushed into the 'friendzone' and the female lead skips off into the arms of the cocky, arrogant first lead. Wae?!! (hangul for why, which leads me to my next point...)



5. Hangul dropping

You'll soon find that your non-K-drama friends are looking at you weirdly as you start to use hangul words and phrases in your daily life. Ottoke?! The effect this addiction will have on you...



6. Sudden Desire to go to Seoul

So, before your places to visit may have been like, America, Singapore, Mauritaus etc, but now randomly what makes it to the top of your list? South Korea! After your addiction, you've a growing desire to visit the places and eat those mouth-watering food and perhaps bump into a gorgeous oppa or two. So, get ready to adjust your bucketlist and make room for what comes with this addiction. And I tell you it's helluva a conversation starter too.



7. K-drama to K-pop

What's more likely than not to happen, is you start to spend a lot more time on google, from googling that hot first lead to finding the soundtrack of that drama. Eventually, anything Korean-related will get you jumping in excitement. Therefore, it's inevitable that you'd get hooked on to K-pop, if the the likes of SHINEE and EXO are anything to go by, 'cause boy can those guys move!




8. Irrational Excitement

Well, I don't know whether this applies to all K-drama addict fans but I can be sure to say that many of us would've experienced this. I'm referring to the stupidly irrational way we behave when we come across a Korean person. They are just people who, at that moment look at you as if you're demented. I guess, the excitement derives from the feeling that you'll be able to connect with them due to your K-drama addiction. Makes no sense, and I'll admit I'm guilty of this. Had one of those moment during my trip to Istanbul, and grabbed my cousin's arms so tight and wide-eyed, 'Those people are Korean!' and her deadpan expression said the rest...


So, these are only a few of the things I wish I'd been warned about before jumping on this band wagon of sleepless nights and nonsensical excitement. There's plenty more consequences I assure you and if you're one of us then feel free to share your ideas with me, I'm sure we'll agree on plenty.






Tuesday, 13 January 2015

The Geek Within

Fanfics are huge nowadays and some of them are particularly entertaining. One particular fanfic that stood out to me was The Shoebox Project, introduced to me by a fellow amazing HP fan (and a brilliant friend).

So, The Shoebox Project is a fanfic based on the Marauders from Harry Potter set during their years at Hogwarts. The reason why I mention this is because, as you've probably realised I am a huge HP fan - books and movies!

This blog is about the extent to which I loved HP and it was just not me. While I was working at Sky, I met two of the most amazing girls who happened to share the same level of geeky passion for HP as I did. As with any geeks, we characterised ourselves with the Marauders - Moony, Padfoot and Prongs (Sorry no Wormtail, spoiler he's a rat!).

Just a little backstory, these marauders were mischief-makers and got up to all sorts during their time at Hogwarts. Moony, was unfortunately cursed as a werewolf and as loyal friends do, the others practiced the art of transfiguration within the confines of the Gryffindor boys dormitories to become animagi, taking the form of a dog and stag respectively, to keep this friend company during his moon-inflicted change. While Moony was the one who tried to keep the others in line with the rules, he could only resist the urge to get up to no good oh-so much.

Anyway, we took the idea of The Shoebox Project and implemented into our normal working days (Yes, we are weird and such geeks, but we love it). Our geekishness took to new levels and a chain of emails (much like the letters from The Shoebox Project) began.

Here's an example:

A reply from Moony (one of the amazing friends) to Prongs (myself):

Beautiful Brown-Eyes Prongs, 

I grow weary in these hot summer days, they make me ever so prickly, I must apologise for my foul moods for the past couple of days. The moon, she is not kind at all. Why must she plague me in all her glory when she is full? I cannot enjoy her for I go into darkness. But alas, I must go away so as not to cause any harm. Fret not, four days away will be but a thought of the past by the time I get back to my Marauders.

I shall try and follow both your paths of mischief but I fear that the good-two-shoes part of me will always hold me back for I cannot cause any mayhem. 

Oh, manizing ways? I suppose I could try bringing it out a bit more to help cover our tracks. However, I think I have more to learn from you dearest Prongs and the ever mischievous Padfoot, than you have to learn from me. 

I do hope this reaches you safely, I am off to find a peculiar muggle treat. They call it ice cream and it comes in different flavours, shapes and sizes. It's frozen and they have a chocolate version of it... If I do find it to be extremely good for my werewolf senses, I shall endulge thee with it on Thursday...

Looking forward to the reunion ^_^

Messr. Moony

Reply from Prongs (myself) to Moony:

Most Esteemed Messr Moony, 

After leaving your company yesterday, I felt a certain emptiness that I was not expecting and I must say it took me back a little. It seems that your attachment has become rather official and it would be painful to shake you off so, I am to hold you closer to my heart. 

So, as I sat in my room awaiting a response from you my until-now frivolous buddy, the sun began to sink and the moon took its place in the sky, it was nightfall. I came to realise that the mailbox would not shudder alerting me of your response. The disappointment... and soon sleep overcame me and I had forgotten. 

With a dreaded feeling that my hairy-backed friend would not be here today and the absence will be a gaping hole, I made my way to work and sat where you once sat (or at least I think you did). The gloomy feeling came to an unimaginable end, for the mailbox gave a happy little ping and dear Moony had sent owl. And as if that was all it was, the length of the note and the content was precise, for if I had not received an essay with fancy-schmanciness from Moony, it would be something else entirely. 

How can I stay mad at that annoyingly adorable face? I cannot! Moony, you know how it affects me so, when you talk of the pain the moon inflicts upon you. Be strong old pal! We'll have a good chase about. 

Four days will indeed be a thought of the past as I know I am to expect more notes from, telling us of your happy time in the sun and doing the typical nerdily Moony thing and gaming away! So relax now and do as much good things as you can do, because once you're back I'm afraid there won't be much law-abiding. 

Fear not dear, if my troublemaking does not have much effect, then me and Pads combined and nothing shall keep you from coming over to the world of mayhem and fun. 

Manizing must definitely re-surface, and your monogamous attachment to the musically-captured Flitwick must be concealed during our frolicking runs. Do not sell yourself short wise ol' Moony, for you have the raw material for what is to make a true mischief-maker and with amazing and beautiful company like Padfoot and myself, there is no mistake!

Safely, but untimely Moony, but I guess that is to be expected when such effort was put into this. A muggle treat? I've heard of such a thing. Different flavours? Why Moony? Why would you need any flavour other than the luxuriously mouth-watering taste of chocolate, that in this case will melt in the warmth of your mouth and cool oozingly down your throat?

Oh dungbombs! Why are you torturing us, while we sit here in this office with no sunshine and staring at computers? Thursday you bring this frozen cream and enjoy it with your favourite pals. 

Careful now Messr Moony, sounds like it's not just the moon that will grow the fur on your back, your wolf senses heightening with the taste of this ice...cream you say? Hmm looks like you've already begun taking risks and having a good time with it. Told you my honourable friend, that you are a natural. Well eventually! Haha!

Before I bid you farewell, I would like to introduce our very illustrious and grammatically-grounded friend, Padfoot. 

Messr Padfoot, welcome to our little life of Shoebox in the real world. Let us hear your thoughts on this and whatever wild ideas are bubbling inside your head. 

Until the mailbox rings...

~Messr. Prongs


This was a little snippet of what these email exchanges looked like and they went on for a while. We threw in references from Shoebox, the original HP books and twisted it with our daily routines but mostly it was a lot of nonsense made to entertain one another during those really dull or crappy days at work. As you can see work can be made to be rather enjoyable. Any reference to other HP characters, was most likely a reference to a colleague or friend who was assigned that character due to their uncanny likeness.  

This was just to present to you 'sane' people that being geeky and dorky shows passion and one can really have a good time with it. For those of you who are hiding your geekiness (as I once did), no need... unleash it and have fun with it!



Wednesday, 31 December 2014

The Art of Arranged Marriages

Believe it or not arranged marriages still exist! Those who’ve not found Mr Right or Miss Perfect will have to take on the challenge of an arranged marriage…

Arranged marriages in Asian cultures are as complex and time-consumingly intricate as applying for university in this day and age. (For those of you who’ve experienced UCAS, you know what I’m talking about.) I can’t talk much about other cultures but when it comes to the process of a typical Bangladeshi arranged marriage, let’s just say it’s rather arduous to keep track of the vast amount of stages.

Understandable, that every culture has its own set of traditions, but it’s safe to say that Bangladeshis take it to a whole new level. So, here you’ll get to find out what a typical Bangladeshi girl goes through when looking to find Mr Right.


Word of Mouth
Yes, so its seems the culture hasn’t very much progressed much since the 16th century (I may be exaggerating a tad, but then again we’re known for that too), because this is the stage where the girl’s parents bring her out into society and spread the word that their daughter is of age and are seeking a suitor. This then gets passed through the local community and through relatives. I assure you it’s almost as effective as the Chinese whisper.

Potential Suitor
Success of stage one takes effect. Woohoo, someone has come forth – aka Mr Middle Man – who has an acquaintance looking to get his or her son married. Father of the bride, are you interested?

Initial Exchange of Details
Provided that the father of the bride has displayed some interest, Mr Middle Man will then obtain details from the groom’s family.

Proposal Vitae
Well you could probably guess what this is. A marriage resume, inclusive of an elaborate family history (which from some boastful families will state the occupations of each sibling – like we want to know!), extensive personal details from exact cm in height to current occupation and in some awful cases the sumptuous detail of their employment duties. Hello, I don’t need to know that, just the salary would suffice, thanks! Finally not to forget the all-important proposal picture, which in popular cases is probably the most disagreeable picture of that person. (Some families pride themselves by presenting the all-too-common graduation picture.)

Bride’s Decision
Aaaaaaaaaaaand another huge dollop of culture in this step as tradition demands a female member of the family (usually a sister or sister-in-law) to deliver the enveloped proposal. Is he appealing enough on paper? Decisions, decisions - no time to be capricious. If it’s a nay, then the cycles starts again. If it’s a yay, then bride’s details are passed on to the groom, but not before some seriously posed pictures.

Groom’s Decision
Should she take his fancy, the outlandish and labourious process continues.

Background Check
Sounds pretty gangster, but honestly the families run a check. And no, not that hi-tech, but once again through the power of the tongue, it’s established whether the family is good enough to create relations with. Their reputation and status in Bangladesh is checked as well as their reputation on British soil. About ten years ago say, families wouldn’t want to create relations with families from certain areas of Bangladesh. For example, in my family it was taboo to marry someone from Beani Bazaar, which would have been considered coming out of our cocoon.
Anyway…

The Meeting (the direct translation: Seeing the Bride)
Thumbs up from the groom, Mr Middle Man then discloses the contact details so the fathers settle on a day for the bride’s initial unveiling. Now, this is supposed to be a small private gathering with only the immediate family of both the bride and groom – for Bangladeshis, small is a lost concept, and family means all the cousins, relatives, and even in some cases extended families.

Oh, did I forget to mention, these things could be rather costly and remember this is prior to the actual wedding, which in itself costs an arm and a leg. So, tradition states the groom must take a ring (in the 21st century nothing short of a diamond ring, even the oldies can tell the difference now); gift of money with the minimum sum of £100; along with a generous and lavish amount of Indian sweets known as mishti – the likes of Rasmalai, Ladoo, Kala Jamun, Chamcham, Gulab Jamun and Jalebi - just to mention a few. (Extra points for those who buy it from Ambala or Royal.)

Bride’s family serves an array of snacks and dishes and of course tea – not just an English thing, very much Bangladeshi popularity as well. Once that’s over with, the groom’s family meets the bride and eventually leaves the bride and groom and two family members – one from each – alone to talk and get to know a little more about each other. Not exactly enough time to decide whether this is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with and could be compared to a speed-dating session, but ho hum!

Thinking Period
Subsequently, the couple is given about a week or so to mull things over and make a life-changing decision based on the thirty-minute conversation they shared. Once again, basing this on the fact that they both concur, we proceed to the following.

Introducing the Groom
Bride’s father will consult with his siblings and relatives and those he considers superiors about this potential suitor for his daughter. They’re purpose in this stage is to go and size up the groom to judge his worthiness. Approval from these members is necessary prior to moving on to the bigger more important gatherings.

Once again the ritual of the meeting is similar to that of the bride’s unveiling. The gift; the money; the sweets oh and a whole pack of nerves and sweat breakouts from the groom who’s to receive the onceover from more than thirty people who will possibly be his future relations. Following the approval of the often-intimidating superiors and elders, this strenuous routine of finding the groom soon comes to a wrap. 

Engagement Date
Successively, a date is set for the day of the engagement – known as paanchini – the literal purpose of this day is to bring sugar and paan to the bride (honestly speaking, to this day I have no clue why, but I’m sure it’s because the forefathers did this and so must we, the inescapable binds of traditions). Nowadays, it’s all about presenting beautifully wrapped gifts, fruits and sweets and of course the bride’s outfit, which is a necessity for the groom to provide.  The foremost reason for the day is to set the date of the wedding – obviously decided amongst the elders with no opinions from the two who are to unite.


Thus, this is the challenge one must face to find the one through an arranged marriage.  I shall not delve further in to what comes after the engagement, as the wedding itself is another occasion filled with many events preceding it and following it.

The perspectives in which I’ve portrayed this process are in some parts rather rudimentary and of course being a Bangladeshi it’s within my nature to exaggerate. Fortunately, time has reformed a lot of this. There’s more of a getting-to-know-each other process that was quite non-existent previously. Where love marriages were once frowned upon, families – like mine – now want you to ‘go and find someone yourself’. The climate of arranged marriage has decreased drastically and now parents are surrendering their duties to the children. Traditions are unraveling but culture remains a headstrong foundation.

For those who want to know more, feel free to comment or follow to keep posted. 

Saturday, 22 November 2014

15 Fictional Men for the Marriage Minded Modern Woman

Book lovers like me have a hard time finding a man in the real world, not because we're bores or plain-Janes, but rather because we know the man we want to marry. Alas, he's fictional. Ladies, the following is a list of 15 fictional men (in no particular order) who I think epitomise our ideal man. Men, take notes!


1.

Bravado, dominance and masculinity all equals to this one man, Petruchio, who is 'man-enough' to get you in order. Dash the modern day BDSM (and the Christian Grey overload), you can have yourself the classic tamer. 


2. 

Another devoted man on the marriage list, and most definitely so. Staying true to what he believes in right to the end, Sirius Black is most certainly loyal, rebellious and as we know pretty reckless. But what's the harm in a little mischief and adventure when this man has an immense capacity for affection.


3.

While the Duke may be fickle, the rest of him is pretty damn fine: handsome; noble; wealthy; loyal; ardent, but mostly the Duke of Illyria is a true romantic, a man in love with love - 'If music be the food of love, play on'. In short, everything a woman wants, all in an exquisite wrapping. 


4. 

A new thing with vampires and sexiness, and Edward Cullen is it. Extremely handsome with super-speed and the ability to read thoughts, this sparkling vampire knows he's not always perfect and is ready to admit it. 


5. 

Middle-earth inhabits a man who most certainly makes the cut. Tall and dark? Check. Lean and rugged? Check. Refined in using a blade? Check. Leader of men? Check. Aragorn undoubtedly turns many heads and not just in Rivendell or Rohan. 


6. 

Every girls wants a house built for her, to be cooked seasoned crabs with hot sauce and to be rowed into romantic secret lagoons - there's only one who has the determination in all he does and that can give his unconditional love, and that's none other than the poor country boy; Noah Calhoun - the perfect marriage material. 


7. 

While the perfect pretty boy is what we all should want, it's the mysterious bad-boy who we fall for. Not afraid to make tough decisions and a closet sweetheart, Damon Salvatore makes love look thrilling and dangerous. 


8. 

Being born from one of the most acclaimed literatures of time, Jay Gatsby's stance alone is enough to draw you in. Behind the faux image of the extravagant lifestyle and profuse wealth, Gatsby's devotion to his love is the true essence of him.


9.

Edward Fairfax Rochester. Many things could be said about this rich, dark and brooding man but it all comes down to two words, he is ultimately the Byronic hero. Simple as that. 


10. 

Austen did it again and she nailed it. This time he is protective without being possessive. He can advise without being domineering. He is a gentleman to all the ladies and not only those he deems worthy of respect. To sum it up Mr Knightley is simply and utterly the nice guy. 


11. 

The man who never fails to surprise you and continues to show his love even after he is gone. The man who helps you get beyond the past and strive towards the future. The man who isn't quite ready to say goodbye to you. Gerry Kennedy, the man that we couldn't have dreamt up. 


12. 

Not only exceedingly easy on the eyes, but a man with intelligence who can challenge your thoughts with his own. Mr Thornton is worthy of great respect, to be able to remain gentle and family-orientated despite his tough experiences of life. 


13. 

The Hogwarts professor holds the perfect resume for the husband role. Being an official Messr, co-creating the Marauder's Map and with a certain regard for chocolate, for most that would be enough to seal the deal. If not, then it should be known that the compassionate, considerate Remus Lupin has a furry side. 


14. 

His title alone is a great appeal. This Count has ascribed his status in society, and while he may have held bitterness for the wrong done against him, it's Dantes' redemption that truly shines through and makes him a man deserving of being loved. 


15. 

He comes across as proud and arrogant, but when they are so well-educated and finely dressed as this man is, a little arrogance and pride is just what you'd order. Conveniently, a glance at his fine grounds of Pemberley is enough to sway even the most headstrong of women. Mr Fitzwilliam Darcy, the true gentleman, the man known to be the standard to which all other men are held against. The one to hold your heart like an iron vice. 

Those of you who read it, would you agree with me the list above or do you have someone else in mind who you think makes the cut?

This is a piece I wrote some months ago for a specific audience, so I thought I'd post it on here and share it with everyone.



Thursday, 13 November 2014

13th November

I know I've only recently started my own blog, but already two posts in and I've yet to mention this person. This very fact has most certainly surprised those closest to me. So here goes, a whole post dedicated to him.

While he may not have the piercing eyes of Chris Pine, the razor sharp cheekbones of Benedict Cumberbatch or the suaveness of George Clooney, there's just something about Gerry that really gets my 'full sized-aortic pump' thumping.

I can fully admit that he is not the perfect man. I mean no man can really size up to Matt Bomer (I swear that guy doesn't have a single bad angle whatsoever. I genuinely think he's digitally made sculpted). Gerry on the other hand, does have a bit of a chubby face, the scruffy stubbles and not exactly your Channing Tatum abs, but give him anything to wear (or not) and the chance to smile, and I swear it would be as if Gilderoy Lockhart incanted away the bones in your legs.



To me, it seems that Gerry doesn't prance around in the 'celebrity uniform'. He looks like a man that you could probably see walking down the street on a normal day and not resort to swooning and drooling (though it would most likely be me drooling with my tongue hanging out). What I'm trying to say is that he doesn't have the obvious good-looks like the men mentioned above. Seriously though, can anyone honestly walk past Matt Bomer without the urge to wrap your arms and legs around him that very Rapunzel-like way? I think not! (I'll add in a pic for those of you that are still a Bomer-virgin).



With Gerry however, he doesn't seem to go for the 'trying hard to be a celebrity' look, and that's what makes him more goddamn attractive in my eyes. When he allows the media the privilege of his awesomeness, he's dressed down and wearing his sexy, rugged stubbles. What makes Gerry my perfect man? I think I can pin it down to his attitude, his charm and his coyness. Together with his banter and the un-denying magnetism, he has the full package in my respect.



For someone like me, Gerry represents an attainable man, (you're thinking it's completely absurd and I'd agree), but for once, he's a man who's not fictional (though to some extent he may be), but unlike Mr Darcy, Duke Orsino or the likes of Noah Calhoun, Gerard Butler actually exists in the real world.

The way I'd word my regard for him is that I'm a huge admirer and a loyal supporter of Gerry. (Alright, alright, I can almost hear the scoffs and snorts from my family and friends at that statement). I would like to say that I'm not like all the other fangirls, but sometimes I don't know what happens and I go a teensy weensy bit hysterical. So, yes I'll admit that when my mum would roll her eyes at the Gerry calendar on my bookshelf and ask 'who's this man?' my reply is 'he's your son-in-law'. Or when my brother would shoot disapproving glares at my Gerry cushion, I'd get a sense of satisfaction and even when my dad (the only person I'm terrified of) asks 'who's that dude on your phone case?' I look sheepishly and say 'he's your son-in-law dad' (in my head of course, still don't have the guts to say that directly to my old man).



My sisters, their husbands and even my nieces and nephews, they've long accepted my 'delusions' of Gerry being their brother-in-law or uncle. So, when it came to showing them the new year's diary for 2014 (I personalise my diaries with family pictures via Photobox), little was their surprise to see Gerry's birthday neatly tucked in amongst the three other family birthdays in that week.



You've by now gathered my passion for Gerry, so would you believe that I actually got to see him in person? Hell yes, that's right! April 2nd 2013, Regents Street Apple Store, a Q&A for his movie Olympus Has Fallen. With a front row seat and the perfect angle for pictures, I managed to catch a nice stick-out-tongue pose for my camera. Much to my disappointment, the irritatingly annoying Apple Store geeks rushed out the stars (Aaron Eckhart was there too), thus I was unable to get a picture with Gerry. He did manage to give two autographs and a handshake. Ooh yes, the handshake was with me, and did I wash my hand you ask? Well, what do you think?!



I won't go into all the details of that day though I'm sure my niece Rizzy and my friend Sheepa have very eccentric versions of what happened. What I will do now is shower you with images of this beautiful man, and you are most welcome!











Happy Birthday Gerry, forty-five and still damn fiiine!