Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Buses dont always run to the timetables

So if you have read any of my posts you'll have learned that i finished with my boyfriend a few weeks ago. There was no love lost - so don't feel sorry for me. He in fact turned out to be not a nice person, a liar as such.
In all fairness to my feminine instinct (which i should have bloody listened to) i knew it was never going to last!!
Despite knowing this it is still upsetting when something comes to an end in your life. I mean I've gotten upset over a pudding finishing, or a good Italian dish!! So something you've invested a lot of time in is bound to be upsetting.
However, out of all of this i have learnt a very important lesson; a lesson in fact that another ex of mine tried to teach me a long time ago, and that is, not everyone is like me. Not everyone follows through with what they say. Sometimes people say things and don't actually do it. I don't understand this and i find it very pointless. It has taken me many, many years to get my head around it and current ex seems to have been the one who has finally made me get to grips with it.
Maybe its because i always try and see the good in people. Who knows, but had i of grasped this prior to my ex then i wouldn't have been so upset when i never received my birthday present (a 40 inch flat screen TV) I wouldn't have been shocked that we didn't book our trip to Morocco or New York and dating back to our first week of our relationship and the promise of going to Jazz clubs together - guess what, we never went to one of them either.



So i am now a single girl again. At first when "the ex" decided to post it on Facebook that he was "no longer in a relationship" i freaked. I wasn't ready to deal with the endless questions. Alas i did and with the questions came the offers. Not of a shouldn't to cry on (i had that from my amazing girlfriends of course) but the offers from guy friends. It seems as though a number of my guy friends were rather happy to offer their "services!" Not what i was looking for at that time, so i graciously declined their offer for the time being!
This made me somewhat depressed, is that all i was good for, why did they not want to date me?
I am a little old fashioned and i love the idea of dating someone, doing it properly so to speak - the hopeless romantic coming out in me again.
Then the offers of dates started coming. I had someone whom i had just met a few weeks prior wanting to come and meet me. I was going to cook for us, a bottle of wine or 2, film, chatting, the norm.... He cancelled THREE HOURS BEFORE!!!
Then i had a long term on/off interest ask me out to dinner. He is amazing company and this i was excited about..... He cancelled, twice. For work (his job is demanding so fair enough) Said he'd be in touch on his return (Sunday afternoon) to do something that night.... 10.30PM he got in touch. He'd been with his friends!!
Then Mr Long Distance. He wanted to come to my city for a night out.... Didn't cancel, just wouldn't commit to a date.
Then another new one, a friend of a friend. Who i shouldn't slate just yet - he has asked me out to lunch. So far our diaries have not had the same opening - so we shall see.
And finally.... The one i hoped would not..... mentioned getting together twice this week. I am still waiting! I have hinted. Short of saying - So are we getting together this weekend or not i don't know what else to do!



So to sum this up:
Men =Buses = Don't run to the timetable as shown = What men say and what men do are two VERY different things!
GIRLS - Wait. Actions speak louder than words and until your there or until your holding it, don't count on it arriving!!

Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts Official Video



I love this song and its title - i actually think of little candy or biscuit type hearts in a jar, decorated with polka dots and stars. I imagine her giving them out and ending up with an empty jar - when in fact we should all keep a few for our self love! xoxo

No I can't take one more step towards you
Cause all that's waiting is regret
And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore?
You lost the love I loved the most

I learned to live, half-alive
And now you want me one more time

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
I have grown too strong
To ever fall back in your arms

I've learned to live, half-alive
Now you want me one more time

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

Dear, it took so long
Just to feel alright
Remember how to put back
The light in my eyes

I wish I had missed
The first time that we kissed
'Cause you broke all your promises
And now you're back you don't get to get me back

Who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

And who do you think you are?
Runnin' 'round leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart

You're gonna catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul
Don't come back for me
Don't come back at all

Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?
Who do you think you are?

Thursday, August 11, 2011

The Naked Truth

I love Vanity Fair.
Its possibly one of the only magazines that comes through to me that has such a diverse range of topics and a wide variety of fabulous writers. All of which i can really get into and almost hear them as i am reading (Something which is important to me - if i don't do this i loose interest)

This week my magazine came through and straight away i was drawn to the piece named:
The Sleekest, Sexiest, Curviest in Nude Portraiture—an Archive of V.F.’s “Best Undressed”
Archive Photos: Vanity Fair’s Classic Nude Portraits Culture Vanity Fair

This is an article with 28 photos of the best naked people that have been photographed over the years.
It is beautiful.
As i was looking at all of these people, men and women i got to thinking how each and every photo spoke so many words. I imagined the same photo but with the person wearing clothes and the image was so very different.
There was something about all of these naked people that oozed truth, longing, passion and a deeper meaning to them. This wouldn't be possible with clothes on. You could almost see their fears and desires.

It made me think of what my professional photo would be like if i too was to pose naked. Would it open my eyes to what i possibly attempt to block out.
Then i thought - what if when we wanted the truth from people, we simply sat them down naked?



Having just come out of a relationship with someone whom i truly cared for but he turned out to not in fact care for me, for a longer period of time that was necessary and in turn put me through months of hoping and wishing, trying and wanting. I thought - if i had of sat you down five months ago and had all the conversations that i tried to have with you in that time and failed to get any answers, but done it naked - would you have possibly told me the truth?
Would you have saved me five months by simply saying " I'm sorry, i don't love you. I don't want to be with you and in all honesty would rather not be your friend right now!" The sentence he actually TEXT to me after a dramatic exchanging of belongings.
Would i have been able to see the truth through his nakedness?
I guess i will never know this time, but do you think any future partners i may have will mind if i take this route?
Hopefully i will find someone who can be truthful with their clothes on as well as off and once they are off there is a totally different way of figuring out their fears and desires!!

Wednesday, August 03, 2011

What really lies beneath your exterior?

I get a number of email's from different sites sent through to me. I find they are a good time filler when you have five minutes to kill.
It was from a site that i came across the book "Fragments"
Fragments offers a sensitive and personal insight into the mysterious and tragic Marilyn Monroe through never-before-seen letters, poems, intimate notes, as well as some rare photographs. It offers the reader a
unique look into the private thoughts and reflections of one of Hollywood's brightest and most tragic stars.
I enjoyed this as there was a lot that i wasn't aware of, giving you more of an idea about her life.



Today i came across this;

New Chanel biography claims Coco was a bisexual drug-taker - Telegraph

I am not a massive fashion follower. Nor am i "bang on trend" But i like reading and finding out about the people behind the famous fashion houses that have become such a large part of our world today.
From socks to chandelier's. Designers have a wonderful artistic talent that stems back many years, and every year something more beautiful, intricate and luxurious for million's of us to coo over. Some on a waiting list for the next amazing creation and some pawing over the glossy magazines and only dreaming of being able to afford such delights.

Yet what lies beneath all of that flair?
Does one have to be a little extrovert? Kooky? Lonely?
I think it helps. I don't think you will find any type of designer that is mundane a run-of-the-mill Joe Blogs type. In fact anyone with any artistic talents in general.
So to read this article and find out that Coco Chanel took drugs, embraced bisexuality and had an affair with Salvador Dali while he was married did not come as a shock to me at all.
I would have been shocked to have found out she was as straight laced as my Secondry school Art teacher - but then she was my Art teacher, so who knows.
They say its the quite ones you have to be careful of!!

Thursday, July 21, 2011

Spaceships and Spacemen

Another lunchtime discussion, another mind boggler for me!!
This time about the recent space ship that has just landed back in Florida.



Now, as i explained to Nick, my fellow intellectual colleague. My brain only hold things on a need to know basis. Some of this stuff is in simpleton terms. The reason for this is so i am not easily confused! Other things are in my brain on a far more complex level, this is because i feel it is more useful.
Like everything to do with Space, thus my logic for calling them space ships and spacemen. Of course, i am not that stupid that i don't know they are called, shuttles, rockets and astronauts. However it is my choice to collectively call them Spaceships and spacemen.

So, i was informed that the spacemen had gone into space, possibly only 40 miles up, which doesn't seem that far in all honesty. To give their load to the space station that is up there, with living humans on it none the less.
First of all, what is in their load?
Secondly, do they get off the ship and onto the station, have a brew and a chat, update them on the gossip, give them letters and love notes from friends and family??
Can they take photos and do you think they can upload to Facebook or is it strictly off limits to do such a thing??
Then, Rob informed me we had apparently been to the moon SEVEN TIMES!! Wowzers, that's great, i only knew of the once and some say that was a fix?!

So much stuff i want to know, some people want to know the science of it all. Me i want to know the little details no one ever bothers to ask.
I am going to watch the programme on C4 on Saturday, July 23 at 7.30pm to see what they can tell me and to possibly educate my mind a little further.
I do know that its amazing, i dont need a tv person to tell me that!!
Whatever they do tell me i hear it'll be the last time Americans go up - we're now leaving it to the Russians. Good thinking guys, I'm sure they wont be able to do it as well, wont the launch be affected by the freezing temperatures that occur in Russia?
xoxo

Are you somebody's kryptonite?


 
 
I needed more than just a kiss goodnight
Had to go get something out my system I
ignored the warnings, bit the fruit
She might have tasted good
But man she was my kryptonite

Shoulda known she was trouble from the start
I, knew she'd broken hearts I,
thought I'd take that chance
Danced with the she devil in the pale moonlight
Alarm bells rang, but I loved the drama
In a dark place but I loved the karma sutra
Shoulda closed that door
But I kept going back for more

She's electric, she's the current running through my veins
She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain
Now I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly
I Should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here but she won't go quietly

I needed more than just a cheap thrill ride
See I needed something that ran deep inside
Ignored the warnings, bit the fruit
She might have tasted good
But man she was my kryptonite

Shoulda known it wouldn't last for a year I,
knew it'd all end it tears I,
cracked, she was mind addictive, never felt scripted
Upredicatable, tied up, but no strings attatched
Left scratch marks on my back
Her cold eyes got me excited and I can't hide the truth

She's electric, she's the colour running through my veins
(I just can't kick the habit x2)
She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain
(I just can't kick the habit)
Now I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly
I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly

Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die
Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case, another case, another case
another case, another case ..

She's electric, she's the colour running through my veins
(I just can't kick the habit x2)
She's a siren, hearing voices that I can't explain
(I just can't kick the habit)
Now I, should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly
I should be thinking it over
Instead I'm calling her over
Now she's here and she won't go quietly

Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die
Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die
Can't see the end of this or who survives
It's just another case of do or die
 
The Wikipidia explanation of Kryptonite is as follows:
Kryptonite is a material from the Superman mythos —the ore form of a radioactive element from Superman's home planet of Krypton. It is famous for being the ultimate physical weakness of Superman, and the word kryptonite has since become synonymous with an Achilles' heel —the one weakness of an otherwise invulnerable hero

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Highs and lows. Ups and downs. Cold and hot

Well this past week or so has turned up some rather interesting views and also some more interesting facts i have learned about myself.
The lows this past week have included the following:
Newspapers:
You may think i am referring to the News of the world phone hacking. Yes, i agree this is utterly disgusting and the quicker this is sorted out the better, for everyone involved now and for everyone it could potentially affect in the future!!
However, closer to home and closer to my heart would have to be my local newspaper - The Press.
Until now i was proud to say i worked at this paper. I enjoyed my time there, the people i worked with and more importantly the job i did and the clients i had. I thought, when i worked there i wouldn't mind becoming a journalist. Not anymore.
My friend was recently up on three counts of rape. A serious charge and actual rapists deserve everything they get.
The Press covered his case, printing his name and his address, along with some utter rubbish that had either been written down wrong by the reporter or had just made up - either way, it should not have been printed.
The first day they published this it was splashed all over the front page and also inside the paper. The days following this it was at least a half page spread inside and it was billed outside outlets. They portraid him as the guilty one, completely tarnishing his good name and making this whole ordeal far worse than what it had to be, not just for him but also upsetting for his friends and family.
When you know someone, their friends and their family you have a pretty good idea as to what they are capable of - he is most definitely not capable of this. He is polite, honest and caring. Currently he is volunteering in a bid to help him become a teacher of special needs children. Something which takes compassion and a hell of a lot of patience.
So this stupid girl decides after conducting some sexual behaviour on a night out that she regrets doing what she did (her boyfriend quite possibly wouldn't be overly chuffed either) Well i can only assume regret was the reasoning behind what she did and that was to cry rape. Unfortunately my friend was on the receiving end.
Now if it wasn't for him, chances are this would have been thrown out before it even got to court. Why. Because she had a story and a memory that had so many holes in, a worm would have been pleased to weave in and out of it! Could this be because she couldn't remember her initial story and didn't want to be caught out? Hmmmm. My friend however remembered EVERYTHING!!
After a lengthy court trial, the jury broke to decide his fate. The following two hours were quite possibly the worst two hours of his, his friends and his families life. Was he about to be sent to prison for crimes he didn't commit because an over-enthusiastic drama student got frisky. Or would the jury see through her pathetic crocodile tears and see what an outstanding young man with so much potential he was?
Two hours, that is all it took for the decision to be made!
Now, this whole affair made me realise. Firstly i could not be in law, especially a barrister. I get pretty hyped up and rather passionate about something i truly believe in and a number of times wanted to scream and shout at a number of people. Something which sometimes you just cant do and you have to have some decorum about you. (Don't worry, i kept my decorum) I may not be able to say the same if i were to ever come across her in the street. I would have a few choice words to say, which cannot be repeated, which ladies shouldn't even know and which my Grandparents would be utterly horrified at me knowing. You know what though - she deserves it.
She lied. She made his name mud. She got off Scott free. Yep, because someone, somewhere decided that in these cases the defendant's name could be splashed about like a freakin dulux ad yet her name kept totally clean.
I believe that until the verdict both names should be kept out of the media. When the verdict is passed then if it is a guilty verdict, then print the guilty persons name. If it is not guilty then the prosecutions name should be printed. Why oh why should someone accusing that person get off Scott free??
So on Tuesday, i sat on tender hooks with my Blackberry stuck to me like a third arm, awaiting the verdict. On Wednesday i waltzed into my local Press outlet, seeing the billboard outside pleased me. I walked up to the stand and there in front of me, on the front page was some story about a boy who could have caused an accident with his planking! To the left was a small nib about said rape case, directing you to PAGE 5, where there was a quarter page story!
Earlier on in the week there had been a story about my local milkman who was retiring after 41 years of service, on PAGE 3!!!
So let me get this summed up for you:
Tuesday - Front page - BIG headline. Innocent man's name tarnished.
Wednesday - Saturday - Half a page spread about what "apparently" occurred to this poor defenseless young 18 year old!
Wednesday - Small nib and quarter page!
Now i have spoken to him and he is happy with this. Then again he would be - he is so upbeat, chilled out and in general a nice guy, you wouldn't expect anything less!
Friends: Another low and again with regards to the above situation.
I know from him that during this time he has found out the hard way who his friends are and who he could really do without in his life!!
A friend cull by the worst possible way!!
I too have been in a situation (not half as bad may i add) where i have had to have a real life friend cull. It is truly devastating, heart wrenching and not something i wish anyone to go through.
Friends are the non-biological family you have in your life. They should be as important to you as you are to you!!
Never forget that.

Birds: I love birds, they are gorgeous, graceful tuneful creatures and come in so many shapes, sizes, colours and breeds that everyone must love at least one type!
Yet in the past few weeks i have had to bury in my garden three Blackbirds - this makes me sad.
The first i believe was poorly, it was a baby, not many feathers and i saw Mummy bird, carrying it out of the nest and then drop it. So i was unsure as to weather it was dead prior to it meeting the floor, or if the fall killed it. Either way, i believe it was probably for the best.
The second was found outside my front door. I was about to go jogging with a friend who had come round 10 minutes prior and she assured me it wasn't there then. So that was moved and buried next to the first.
Then there was baby bird who couldn't get onto the garage roof to fly off, so i helped it. It kept coming back to my back door and i fed it. I don't know what happened but i found it at the bottom of my garden, dead. He too is now with the other two and my dead fat fish in the garden.
This makes me sad and yet a part of me also thinks there is weird and not so wonderful sign out there!!

My watch: I love watches. That statement is enough in itself.
I don't have as many as i would like and even less now. So they say things come in 3's.... Four weeks ago i lost my beautiful, handmade pearl bracelet that my friend Angi made me. I have mentioned her on here before. I was devastated. I hated telling her as i felt awful. Three weeks ago i lost my Tiffany locket that was attached to my Tiffany bracelet.
Then my watch vanished - from my fruit bowl none the less.
Now i spent two weeks looking everywhere. On the floor, in cupboards, under the fridge and even in the oven. Nothing. I thought it was gone. My Granddad bought me it - it was irreplaceable. I was devastated!!

So now comes the highs...
This wont be as long winded - each sentence speaks enough volumes without explanation!

Justice was done and my friend was found NOT GUILTY
His true friends were just as over the moon as he was (The others can feel horrid about themselves!!)
The News of the World ended - there's hope that The Press will also!
I found my watch!

So what do the next few weeks have in store for me - Here's hoping its less drama and lots of smiles!!
xoxo