Saturday, January 24, 2009

Tears and Relief

Last night started off well, although I was like a wound up yoyo ready to play.... dangerous! Work has got to me this week, more than I have admitted to myself. And the gemini is doing fantastically well, things are falling into place for him. He's inspiring, but I feel wretched about myself and my so-called job even more. No passion, well a redundant passion borne from complete handicap enforced by my BOSS! I want to fly but feel like my wings are being clipped! Things will be okay, I know, but am aware I need to get out of this frame of mind.

Had fun with K and her friends, she's such a legend! So uplifting, a breath of fresh air. Then 21's and all downhill from there, think it's actually a bit too depressing to write about so will holla back girl after chats and brekkie.x

Friday, January 23, 2009

Carrie Bradshaw

I am wearing a short black frilly/layered skirt, blue vest with silk bow (tucked in) and a quirky elastic belt with a spotty buckle pulling me in (literally) at the waist. My hair is a mane of wild curls and frizz fattened up with wax and hairspray and my silver shoes have slightly theatrical black bows on each side. I feel like a darker (high street version) of Carrie Bradshaw in the opening credits when she's in her ballet outfit.

For 'early evening drinks' at Changkat Bukit Bintang on a Friday night this is probably all a bit too much - legs and eyeliner after all are probably the first thing you see when you me. But fuck it - I am me, I am hoyo, I am gemini (after all). And it's been a hard week, a hard month, a hard quarter for crying out loud (at work only, the rest of my life is sweet) so I wanna feel good and let my hair down! So there. Let it down and strut I will. And as the Leo said, my day will come; so not today - maybe tomorrow or next week, or next month. In the meantime, BE HAPPY! Okay, I will... x

Happy B'day Bro

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRO!

Ads is 22 today... madness. My lil' bro. When I was his age I'd wrestled through a degree and hopped on a plane to discover the world and what life was about. My bro on the other hand, plucked and placed in the comfort, or should I say conformity of the RAF before you could say GCSE's has had quite a rigid young adult existence to date, but not for long. It's a big bad old world out there for him right now, in 'civvy' land (where he'll be entering in less than two weeks) and must be pretty scary for him. Yet he's been to Afghanistan, he's been out on gruelling excise for weeks at a time, he's had ugly men shouting in his face and endured endless ironing and polish of shoes! So ultimately, I am positive he will survive... but this world moves quick and isn't always fair - I hope he can learn fast that you've gotta be flexible.

I think about Star Signs A LOT, my brother thinks it's ridiculous - but he would being Aquarius. Not that all Aquarians think the same, but they are of the 'Fixed' family (as opposed to Cardinal, or Mutable - me!) so once he's got something in his head it can be like dragging a spotty teenager out of a stripclub to try and get him to change it. He's also got a lot of passion in his chart - Aries rising and Scorpio lurking in there he can be pretty intense and fiery. My bro though, I'm proud to say, has a heart of gold, he's full of love and compassion. He just needs to set his expectations higher and stop under-estimating himself. Conditioning is sooooo important though! It's no wonder he feels like that when he has Little Miss Float Around and Land On Her Feet as a big sister and Head Girl Straight A* Captain of Every Team on the Planet little sister as siblings. Also, being a bit dopey and being reminded of that (quite a lot) by said sisters and probably parents doesn't help either. Crap. Don't get me wrong, I probably got/get equal stick for various shortcomings too but I usually either ignore it or am daydreaming so don't even hear it (or I hit the person so they shut the hell up). Ads is more sensitive. To summarise, he's a legend. Happy B'day Bro. xxx

Blog Virgin

As I sit here in my office nibbling peanuts and slurping coffee out of a can (somewhat comforting - reminds me of those hot coffee in a can drinks you used to get about 10 years ago, heaven sent on a cold Mancunian night walking home from work) I wonder exactly what has prompted me to do this. Why have I decided to plunge deep in the pool of Blogging, this seemingly pointless, uber-cool way to pass time for the IT 'in-the-know.' Waste of time? Another distraction or procrastination? I don't really get it yet but feel compelled to give myself up to this. Am probably looking for something, like many of us are and I guess we all find it in different places. Religion, fashion, astrology.... the list is endless. Wherever I'm heading, I reckon the map is right here, inside me. So this has to be a sound way to unlock the directions and begin navigation, right?