Copilots & Homies

I have spent the past two days finding out just why the K-Drama world is so obsessed about. But why they gotta be so extra, though? I mean, one flyer makes its way through the wind and lands right on her face and the next thing you know, super sexy man is has caught her in a super sexy dip like she would've died otherwise. How you gon' let a piece of paper take you down? If you were a boxer, you'd be paperweight instead of featherweight. My complaints aside of the over theatricality of it all, I do admit it's one of my favorite things about it. If they pulled the same kind of cheesiness in an American show, it would be a Lifetime or hallmark movie, and I would write it off completely. But with Korean dramas, I just find it endearing. My first experience with it was with Oh My Venus. It was rated one of the more popular shows from 2015 and, though I was skeptical about it at first, I was enthralled all the way through. I even skipped my last two classes to finish up th...

~A bit of a late post to the homie, Em.~ The first time I ever really met you was during a study session in high school. From the get-go I knew you were gonna be the shit because all you were talking about was food, listing all these snacks and cookies for God-knows what reason (But do we ever really need a reason to bask over the deliciousness of processed junk food? I think not). And then Mr. G was halfway into his lecture and wham--(wake me up before you go-go)--you break through the silence with an excited gasp and said, very loudly, "Double stuffed oreos!". I and a few sane-minded individuals were looking around like, "This bitch cray. She gon' interrupt the teacher who was talkin' bout European monarchs and assassinations and equally depressing things (but to be fair, European history in a nutshell is just depressing period) to mention the name of some goddamn cookies that she didn't put on her list?!" But the rest of the class just shook it off ...

**Had to write a short about me for some scholarships**                                        This was my honest to Gawd reaction after finishing it all 🙌🏽✌🏽️ My name is [ommitted unless you give me money]. I also answer to my alias, Rumé [ommitted] (an alias I came up with after watching too much Travel Channel and becoming too enthralled with the French culture). Occasionally I'll acknowledge the Raquel and Raychee that gets thrown my way at work. I even go by my blog name, Rasela Müller, the former being the Samoan translation of my name and the latter after the wondrous German forward and former FIFA Golden Boot recipient, and my dream boat, Thomas Müller. I hail from a long line of Samoan chiefs dating back to the times Jesus Christ and George Washington, or so my grandmother used to tell me time and time again; I would have liked to point out the disparity with the ...

I have been AWOL since Princess Riri dropped her newest album, ANTI. I'm still recovering from it, but despite my faint heart, I've been cleared to continue doing the good lord's work on re-tweeting and sharing and converting other non-believers to Riri-ism. I mean, honestly, how do you escape the infectious island tune of "Work"? Or the sexy track of "Kiss it Better" (if I could dance, I would make a banging choreography to this jam; but alas, I am dance-impaired). So just to keep it short, get your groove on to ANTI. Find a pole and go wild. Make some babies, Because that's in essence what it is, a baby making album, Oh, shit! There's Drizzy!

Wallowing in self-pity. My third year at college will soon close to an end and then I have one last year before the deadline I've set for myself since freshman in high school follows suit. And I am freaking. The fuck. Out. I haven't taken that semester abroad in Germany that I had always envisioned. I have yet to make a lasting impact on campus thus far. I see my friends less and less, it seems. And I have just changed my major from something that I really detested, to something I don't hate as much. I have no confidence in my future, and I want a change. But all this uncertainty has really made a girl critically evaluate her life and the war path she's on. Because as much as I hate being decisive about anything concerning a time other than, well, right now, I hate not having a somewhat solid plan even more. I'm trying to juggle a demanding and exhausting job with the already demanding and exhausting workload for school. It's only the second week! And I know I...

For awhile now we've been graced with ten second Snapchat videos of the majestically inspirational DJ Khaled: Another one. You smart. You loyal.  Congratulations, you played yourself. Key to more success is clean heart and clean face , [And thanks to the power of the inter-web and the mega trolls across all social media sites, memes come rolling aside them]. But I have had an epiphany to the real key to success. No, it does not lie in more coco butter as the Almighty Khaled claims. But we can appreciate dat, can we not? Coco butter soothes your skin and your soul. You go, Coco. The key to success, the reason they don't want us to win, is because they don't want to hear no. Or we don't want to say it, I'm still working out the details. We're all, on various levels, people pleasers. We want to give people, even the ones that don't deserve jack scheiße from your glorious self, everything. Or at least, that's how it went down on my end for me to come to ...