Thursday, 30 May 2013

Very short story: Before the fall

I had time to kill plus I haven't posted a short story in ages, so here you go. A very short story I wrote in a very short time. Hope you like it.

I remember the dream as clearly as I remember reality. The world was different in surrealism. More beautiful. Peaceful. Serene. Most importantly, you were still with me. When I woke up, my face was wet with tears and I found it hard to breathe, as if invisible hands were choking me.

“Please don’t go,” I whispered. Your ghastly hand let go of mine. You looked perfect in the realms of my imagination. Even more perfect than I remembered you. You smiled, your lips moving but the sound did not reach me. I thought you called out for me, telling me you’d be waiting.

 I got dressed and walked outside. The city was bleak and grey. It seems as though the moment you left me, all the joy and colour faded away. The red sky embraced me, tender in its touch. It reminded me so much of you and I realised I couldn’t live without your love. The memories still remain with me, as vivid as ever before. Yet it is strange to think that these memories are all that is left of you, as new memories won’t be made anymore.

 Loneliness is a bitter pill and time is a false friend. I could wait for years until I return to you, when my skin is wrinkly and parchment like, when my eyes are soulless and my heart is dead. I do not want to wait that long. I’m coming for you my dear. Wait for me.

 The night was young. The sky a deep black. I could feel the icy wind penetrating my clothes. It made me shiver. The moon was smiling at me. I could see your face in the stars. “Wait for me,” I whispered. I looked down one last time. Everything that I once dreamed, I dreamed in this city. It has been kind to me, but the time has come to say goodbye. I took a deep breath, let the air fill my lungs one last time. Then I jumped. I tumbled and tumbled. I could see you waiting for me with open arms, ready to catch me.


Friday, 24 May 2013

Inspiring person + Polite but urgent request: ERIKA!

Gosh I'm in a blogging mood! Speaking of inspiring, awesome ladies, there is another lady I want to introduce to you. I guess the majority of the people who read this blog will know her, but for all of you who are not as totally awesome, I will introduce you to the wonderful ERIKA!

I first got to know Erika when she was still known as iMMa. She was Mika's backing vocalist and truth be told, she often outshined that man on stage, both vocally as with her amazing presence. When she sang Happy Ending, it just gave you chills. The power of her voice is insane. I wish I had her voice and am still jealous that my parents did not give me that much talent whilst in the process of creating me.

Apart from being in singing and performing, she is also a very sweet lady! I wish that I had more of a chance to speak to her in person when she was still with Mika, but I enjoy following her on twitter and of course seeing her become the great star she inevitably is going to become very soon.

And here is the awesome thing! YOU, yes you can help her become that star! All you have to do is empty your pockets and give it to a good cause! What? You can't pay your rent? Who cares about rent when you can help out an amazing artist? Go back to living with your mother, she will do your laundry as well! So click this link to pledge on her latest project and watch the awesomeness unfold right in front of your eyes! And if you don't pledge, well I will tell your mother not to ever make your favourite dish again. The choice is yours...

Edit: I once also took these awesome pics of her:

Edit Edit:

This is our awesome crazy dancing moment in Amsterdam at 3:09 when I thought it was a good idea to dress up as Alice in Wonderland.

Inspiring Person: Dita von Teese

Hello my darlings!

Today it's time for another installment of my inspiring people posts. Today I want to discuss a very special lady, namely:

Dita von Teese. There's a lot that you can say about her, but one thing can't be denied. The woman is stunning. Last year I attended a signing in London when she released her new perfume. At that point I knew her, I liked her, but I didn't think too much of the whole thing. I was mainly there because my dear friend Shawn wanted to drool all over her.
We went there early, stood in line, queued for a while and then she arrived. There was an immediate fuss everywhere. I didn't see her going in as I was too cool for school then (at least so I thought) and didn't want to lose my spot. It wasn't long until we were taken inside the shop and I saw her sitting at the table, being the most elegant creature ever to have walked the earth's surface. Every movement she made seemed so effortless and yet so graceful. She looked flawless. It was my turn to go up to her. She asked me how I was. I said I was good and what about her. Good she said. Then the awkward moment happened. I didn't know what to say. Anyone knowing me knows that I usually find it very difficult to shut the hell up. The only thoughts racing through my mind were: "Say something! Stop staring! Bitch, get yourself together!" She signed my stuff and thanked me for coming and that was it. I couldn't believe myself. Never in my life have I been so star-struck.

I know why I was so impressed though. Dita is the example of a true woman. Yes, she is a burlesque dancer. Yes she takes her clothes off. People are easy to judge when it comes to strippers, but I have rarely seen someone who is such a good example for women as Dita is. She embraces her beauty and her body, is confident and very sexy. It seems to me that many women today are afraid of embracing their sexuality in that way. Dita is fearless and classy. A true rolemodel. She brings back the glamour of glorious years long past our memories and I am grateful for that.

If I ever get to meet her again, I will make sure I have something more to say. I didn't want to tell her she was beautiful, as I knew she hears that about 98967965 times a day.

Dita, thank you for being inspiring and for bringing back glamour into this dull world. Thank you for showing me that my much detested fair skintone is actually beautiful and thanks for being awesome!

 And with my favourite curly man:

Tuesday, 21 May 2013


Oh hey guys! I'm supposed to be working on a project for college, but honestly, it's giving me such a headache that I can't even bother thinking about it much for now.

However, there is one thing that I do feel the need to talk about. An issue which has been very present in the news lately. Equality. France, the UK, all had discussions about whether gay marriage should be legal or not. Bills had to be passed and lots of protest commenced. Those opposed to it were vocal about it and those in favour were just as eager to be heard. I read today that there was one person who committed suicide just because the bill was passed. It is insane and sick.

Call me biased, but I have a lot of friends who happen to fall in love with people of the same gender. I have never judged them based on their sexual orientation. I don't think it's strange or weird and I choose to spend time with these people because I like their personality. I appreciate them for the people they are and the fact that they share their bed with another man or woman is none of my business.

Let's be honest, most people who protest against equality are generally those who are brought up with the idea that homosexuality is bad. They believe that marriage is between a man and a woman as that is what was believed for centuries. Whatever reason these people have for their hatred is not completely justified as I doubt many of them deal with gay people on a regular basis, apart from bullying them. What I personally do not understand is why it is of any importance to a stranger what another stranger is doing behind closed doors. Many say that they are repulsed at the sight of two men kissing, but I have to be honest with you, if I see a man and a woman sticking their tongues in each other's throates, it does not necessarily boost my appetite either.

My point is, who are we as a society to decide for other people who they can or can't love? Who they can or can't spend the rest of their lives with? I don't care what any of my friends do with their lovers, gay or straight, as long as I am not forced to lie in between them. Still, when I walk hand in hand with a guy it is accepted and seen as something that is normal, yet when some of my friends want to do the same with the person they love, they are judged and maybe even laughed at. I just want my friends and any other individual in the world to be comfortable to express their love for another person regardless of their gender (unless you're a pedosexual. That is not cool).

I live in a reasonably tolerant country. We do like to advertise ourselves as very liberal when it comes to acceptance, and in comparison to other countries we probably are, yet also in my country there are still too many gay people bullied and sometimes even beaten up just because they love a person and a complete stranger doesn't agree with it.

We have a long way to go and in a world with different ideas and point-of-views it is unlikely that there will ever be true acceptance. We can still dream though. We can still believe that one day we will be able to look at each other and see our similarities instead of just our differences.We should celebrate love instead of creating fear around it. Because in the end, love will be the only thing that conquers.

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Positive thinking

The people who follow me on social media are probably aware of the fact that I've recently lost my job. Crisis, you know. The fact that I am 21 years old doesn't help my case either, as even though it is illegal, many employers discriminate on age. It is peculiar that I am barely out of my teenage years, yet already seen as 50. Life is weird sometimes.

I was over at my dad's house today and I expressed my concerns about my financial situation. My dad has recently followed his dream and became a hypno-therapist. He said that I should not keep thinking about money in a negative way. I should visualise that I have enough money. I should visualise everything that I want, think that I already have it and it will happen to me. The power of positive thinking.

He showed me a video of people explaining the whole concept and it got me thinking. I want to try this as an experiment and see if it will work. Who wants to try it with me? Now success is not guaranteed and it might not even happen within say, a week. Patient is a virtue. I will try this out and report back to you as I go along. These were the steps you had to take:

1. Write down a list about what you are grateful for now and think about this list at least once a day.
2. Visualise the things you want to have. Create a list or moodboard, whatever works for you. Imagine that these things already belong to you. Don't think about them as being in the future but see them as something that you have now.
3. Be patient and think positively.

I'm not saying that I am convinced it will work, but as I can use a little positivity in my life at the moment, I am going to try this and see where it will get me...

Thursday, 9 May 2013

Why Abercrombie & Fitch should sit down and rethink their policies

Whilst randomly browsing around the internet, as you do, I came across this recent article about Abercrombie & Fitch. For those of you who don't know the store, it is an overpriced retailstore, which sells hoodies and polos for ridiculous prices, and employ pretty models to stand outside the door half-naked to lure in customers. That is alright, if it brings you business and fame, but the CEO of this amazing store recently said something that I thought was very ridiculous:

"We go after the attractive, all-American kid with a great attitude and a lot of friends. A lot of people don't belong [in our clothes], and they can't belong."
Ah, so Abercrombie and Fitch want their clothes to be worn only by beautiful people. Naturally, being plus size automatically means that you are an ugly ass bitch not worthy of buying their average clothes and logo'd t-shirts for an insane amount of money. Basically this is ordinary bullying.

And I get it, mister CEO. You only need one glance at his picture to see what is going on here:


An average looking man, probably bullied in his teenage years, who is desperate to belong to that cool group. A group is not cool until it is exclusive, and so ostracising the large majority of the earth's population is a great way to achieve this. It is quite sad that a man his age is desperate to look like the group of people he admires yet still manages to fail. Young, beautiful and sexy. If that does not apply to you, then get the fuck out.

I did some research about how they scout these models. It is a no-go to apply for a job via a letter. Nope, you have to go there in person to be judged by the store manager, unless you've been scouted on the streets. You have to have a sixpack if you are a male, and a size 6 if you're a female. It is not the little money these 'models' as they're called make that makes them so proud of being part of this company. It is just the fact that they are the 'chosen ones' that makes it all so prestigeous.

In a way, it is admirable that this company has survived despire the controversies such as degrading little girls to lust objects.

Obviously, I am not in favour of a company which is discriminating like this. They may believe they are the gang of cool kids, but I think it will only be a matter of time before they are the club of losers.

Friday, 3 May 2013

Why companies are sadistic bitches

Kids! It's me! I have returned from sunny Spain and am back to blog my ass off for you. Not really. I never really have been a consistent blogger, but hey, that makes it special. Like when you have this really tasty chocolate and you only eat it once a year, it makes it more special. I am like chocolate, so you love me. Right?

Anyways, today's issue I want to discuss is the ridiculous tendency of companies to pack their products so well that it takes a fucking drill to open it up. I bought 2 new lip products today. The plastic was wrapped around it so tightly it could survive a nuclear bomb attack and then turn into Lipstickman and save the world, which wouldn't need saving as it just got hit by a nuclear bomb. Anyways, funnily enough the lipstick was called Apocalips (how cleverrr!) and basically it was the most challenging thing I've ever had to open. I have illustrated it for you to come to a better understanding of my trial:

 By the time I opened it, I didn't even want to use it anymore. It was a traumatic experience. Same goes for bottles and cans that refuse to open without using so much force, the Hulk would be jealous. I can't be the only one who has to feel this way? Where are all my brothers and sistahs in agony at?

So that was it for today. Smell ya'll later!