Hurry up Summer.
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Miami, 2010.
Monday, 28 February 2011
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
22 cheers for 22 years
So on my 21st Birthday I wrote a list of things I wanted to do in the next 21 years, they were as follows
1. Ride an elephant
2. Kiss a seal
3. Go to Hawaii
4. Sail on a yacht
5. Go on roadtrip
6.Go to disneyland
7. Swim with dolphins
8. Go to a festival
9. Go skiing
10. Start a family
11. Buy a house
12. Buy a mini
13. Visit America again
14. Visit Thailand
15 Visit my sister in China
16. Take my mum somewhere amazing to show her how amazing she is
17. Sit front row at a fashion week (ha)
18. Mingle with some amazing stars
19. Go travelling
20. Skydive for alzheimer's (the disease which consumed and killed my father)
21. Show and tell the people who I love so much, just how much I love them for the next 21 years.
The things in bold are my completed tasks... not bad going in a year.
Plus I'm researching a trip to Thailand as we speak.
I'm excited for the next 20 years of completing these aims
♥
1. Ride an elephant
2. Kiss a seal
3. Go to Hawaii
4. Sail on a yacht
5. Go on roadtrip
6.Go to disneyland
7. Swim with dolphins
8. Go to a festival
9. Go skiing
10. Start a family
11. Buy a house
12. Buy a mini
13. Visit America again
14. Visit Thailand
15 Visit my sister in China
16. Take my mum somewhere amazing to show her how amazing she is
17. Sit front row at a fashion week (ha)
18. Mingle with some amazing stars
19. Go travelling
20. Skydive for alzheimer's (the disease which consumed and killed my father)
21. Show and tell the people who I love so much, just how much I love them for the next 21 years.
The things in bold are my completed tasks... not bad going in a year.
Plus I'm researching a trip to Thailand as we speak.
I'm excited for the next 20 years of completing these aims
♥
Monday, 14 February 2011
Sunday, 30 January 2011
Saturday, 25 December 2010
Merry Christmas...
Have a magical one.
Look at how white it is where I live, I woke up, to a heavy head (standard Christmas eve celebrations) and looked outside my window to find a GIANT icycle
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Look at how white it is where I live, I woke up, to a heavy head (standard Christmas eve celebrations) and looked outside my window to find a GIANT icycle
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Friday, 3 December 2010
It's Christmas.. nearly
Except I am still working. My dissertation draft is in. I am writing it on Facebook and its effect on identity. I don't really know why we obsessively use this site?... Like, why do people think anyone cares what they have to say? What goes through our heads when we type in the little white box on Facebook, do we think, oh good this will get me attention. Do we consider anyone will see it? I honestly don't know, but this is making me begin to question my own use of Facebook.
I've looked into voyeurism and exhibitionism. It's made me realise how social voyeurism is WEIRDDD!! Why do we find ourselves searching through another's life, perving at their holiday pictures and intimate conversations. Why do we consider this our business?... on the counter argument, why do we spread this across the internet for others to see? Why not hold these conversations in the private domain?
It's all VERY weird... and I literally have wrote 15,000 words and I could keep going and going....
For now, i'll leave you to question your Facebook use.
♥
I've looked into voyeurism and exhibitionism. It's made me realise how social voyeurism is WEIRDDD!! Why do we find ourselves searching through another's life, perving at their holiday pictures and intimate conversations. Why do we consider this our business?... on the counter argument, why do we spread this across the internet for others to see? Why not hold these conversations in the private domain?
It's all VERY weird... and I literally have wrote 15,000 words and I could keep going and going....
For now, i'll leave you to question your Facebook use.
♥
Tuesday, 30 November 2010
The First Cut Is The Deepest
I came across 'Everybody Hurts' by Tony Parsons in this months edition of Elle magazine. It discusses male heartache and how they deal with it. It's a beautiful and emotive piece of writing. It's very important to be at this moment in my life. I especially love this bit:
"A I sat there with my own new love, two tables down, did my eyes brim with loss and yearning? No. Though between you and me, that was how I felt inside. I knew that this girl I have loved- and still did- would spend the night in the arms of that other man.... I knew it was over and everything that we once shared would never come again. It hurt like hell. I felt like sobbing all over my sweet-and-sour pork. But I acted as though I did not give a damn. Mote than this, even though my heart felt like it was being pulled out with a pair of rusty pliers, I acted as though we has never even met. On my way out of the restaurant, I even paused by their table to chat with a pretty waitress. And that is what male heartache looks like. It resembles something that has died... Men do not feel less than women. A breaking heart hurts just as much in the male chest as in the female. We cover it up, we bury it deep."
The most poignant part "Get it off your chest and then get it on with someone else."
The article ends:
"Ultimately, that is why a man tries not to cry when he has a broken heart. Even when he is alone. It is not because he feels nothing. It is because he feels everything."
I adore this article and will treasure it forever, for once, a slightly hopeful insight into the male psyche.
♥
Image by Banksy.
Because when a girl gives away her heart, she'll never get it all back.
"A I sat there with my own new love, two tables down, did my eyes brim with loss and yearning? No. Though between you and me, that was how I felt inside. I knew that this girl I have loved- and still did- would spend the night in the arms of that other man.... I knew it was over and everything that we once shared would never come again. It hurt like hell. I felt like sobbing all over my sweet-and-sour pork. But I acted as though I did not give a damn. Mote than this, even though my heart felt like it was being pulled out with a pair of rusty pliers, I acted as though we has never even met. On my way out of the restaurant, I even paused by their table to chat with a pretty waitress. And that is what male heartache looks like. It resembles something that has died... Men do not feel less than women. A breaking heart hurts just as much in the male chest as in the female. We cover it up, we bury it deep."
The most poignant part "Get it off your chest and then get it on with someone else."
The article ends:
"Ultimately, that is why a man tries not to cry when he has a broken heart. Even when he is alone. It is not because he feels nothing. It is because he feels everything."
I adore this article and will treasure it forever, for once, a slightly hopeful insight into the male psyche.
♥
Image by Banksy.
Because when a girl gives away her heart, she'll never get it all back.
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