I wanted a MacBook he sent me a pen

So more than a month later it seems that splash of inspiring energy didn't last very long, it showed it's face for a short moment as if to say "I'm here aiiight , but don't go thinking Im gonna come around whenever it suits you lady...miss- I-need-inspiration-right-now.. " (said in a ghetto american accent of course..you might want to re read it to get the accent right in your head..just saying..)

Anyways, I've been saying I need a macbook.. because it's just not the same writing on someones else's computer, it doesn't feel the same. Opening your own macbook, with your favourite photo as a desktop background, with all your folders neatly arranged ...you look at it all and it feels like an extension of you. This is where you store your "you files". I know, it's terrible referring to a piece of technology as an extension of you, and it is a bit of an exaggeration, but if you look at what kind of relationship people have with their iPhones, you get my drift.
My birthday was a few weeks ago and a delayed birthday present arrived from mum.. no offence to mum, her gift was wonderful, but it was the gift from her man that made me think ..he sent me a pen. A good old pen in a box. The kind that gives you hand cramps. The shining new kind, blue and silver, very serious looking. You mean business with that pen. Here I am complaining to myself that I haven't got a laptop and he sends me a pen. That shut me up.

So here I am with my John Farnham mug filled with peppermint tea, looking at an empty notebook with a beautiful pen next to it...all whilst typing on my boyfriends MacBook...

Back in business

So it's been 7 months since my last post...no wonder my head is spinning.

About a month ago I created a new blog, at Wordpress. com with the idea to start over again. It was going to be the coolest blog ever. Honestly. I set it up but didn't post anything. Waiting for the flow of creativity to hit. It never did. Realised I didn't like Wordpress very much (it's wonderful to be able to blame lack of creative writing on a blogging  software..). So I had a good look in the mirror ( I didn't really, our bathroom mirror is tiny, but after todays successful garage sale hunting I am the proud owner of a full length mirror. Haven't seen my behind for months..) and decided it was time to stop my habit of always starting over and instead continue what I have started. So here I am, In between dreams, a few alterations and a splash of new energy :)

I might be broke, but I live in paradise. 

Waiting

I'm in need of inspiration. Although booking plain tickets lifted my spirit somewhat, its's not quite happening yet. Patience they say :)

The art of relaxing

Relaxing is big business. Apparently relaxing is quite complicated..you need relaxation teas, relaxation music, relaxation courses, relaxation retreats, relaxation books, relaxation exercises. Which of course makes relaxing quite an expensive activity that needs to be planned well ahead. Turns out planning to relax can be quite stressful as you might need to save your cash, not to mention make time in your busy schedule. We all know lying down on your on couch just isn’t going to cut it...we are constantly fed information like “ you deserve better”, we need to “feed our mind and body” to be able to “free ourselves from negative energy”. Only then can we achieve “true happiness” and “inner peace”.
Those of us growing up to the knowledge that money wont buy you happiness seem to have been fooled big time. We DO need to go to that relaxation retreat, do that relaxation course, drink that relaxation tea while listening to that relaxation CD followed by a massage with relaxation oils...all of which can be purchased as part of a “do it yourself” package at the end of the stay at the special introductory offer of only $ 299..


What happened to lying down (or sitting down for that matter) and doing fuck all for an hour? To do absolutely nothing, with no one or nothing to distract you...

God forbid you got stuck with nothing but your own thoughts for a little while.

If I ever marry you

Got tickets today. 17th of May :)

The meaning of life..so simple yet at times so hard

Word.

Common sence went on holiday

I hate when people try enter the bus before anyone has had a chance to get off yet...I mean really, what's the point..it makes people upset, it creates chaos which in the end leeds to the bus leaving late and not to mention it's highly uncomfortable. Just don't.