By learning you will teach;
by teaching you will understand.
Latin Proverb
So it is a new year and unfortunately with last nights biryani the diet has gone out of the window but the new years resolution hasn't. You never can quite realise how much you have changed until you look back. Some people will find this daunting as they won't have moved much; others incredible because they are practically a different person. This is why some people block out the past. But isn't that what a new year is all about; reflecting on the past and looking to the future. Where does the present fit into that?
The past is for you to learn from, it is not for you to fear. Everything in life is a learning curve whether its buying those sale shoes using your nearly maxed out overdraft and the falling flat on your face wearing them. Clearly this was a lesson; don't buy crazy shoes using your overdraft. Or whether, it is something huge like having your heart broken. Heartbreak heals and you have a second chance. The great thing about it is it makes you stronger; you learn from it; you become a person that you might not have necessarily otherwise.
I look back at the past two years and I don't care whether it means I have to look back at bad memories because I can see how much I have changed as a person; how much a negative thing at the time sent me on a crazy path filled with some of the loveliest people I have ever met; that and a load of crazy vintage clothes. I still ask the question of some people, "will you still be here tomorrow or will you leave in the night?" But the crazy thing is, you don't know what is around the riverbend just like Pochontas! You can put barriers up against people but you will never get anywhere; you can put barriers up at different cultures and you can stereotype but you will never get anywhere. Rebecca Ferguson states in one of her songs, "so your waves don't crash around me, i'm staying one step ahead of the tide." The problem is, if you do this, you will never learn anything. There are definitely going to be people in your life who let you down, its human nature, but there are going to be others who make your world the fun exciting place to be that it is.
That is why I continually try new things; i trust any new people that i meet (unless they seem really dodgy lol.) After all, I did try a tandoori chicken biryani last night and i'm feeling fabulous today (although I do feel slightly heavier lol.) And before you say anything, yes I am a crap vegetarian.
xoxo
Sunday 22 January 2012
Sunday 6 November 2011
Tesco or Newsagents...you decide.
Hello my lovelies! It has been way too long yet again, I really should get back into this whole blog writing thing. Once again, this post is just an effort at pure procrastination...in that department things are going wonderfully.
So far today as an effort I have watched the only way is essex, legally blonde 2, used about 100 mins on my phone (which in light of my recent £122 phone bill is not so great), read Aristotle ethics, looked at childrens books, "for educational purposes online," oh and lets not forget baked 36 cupcakes...any takers....
Anyway, back to Aristotle (this is the part where I try and sound like a massive keeno lol and give off that same, i'm half from brentwood aka essex impression).....oh sod it I give up with Aristotle, well I don't but I do for now....I do, however, have some wise words from a fabulous lady, "People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime."
I think this is one of the most fabulous quotes I have ever been told/seen written on the back of my fabulous canvas. And its true. You learn from everyone...therefore, people are your education. Some of them you meet and you just know, you know that you are going to be friends for life.....
And then there is those people that come into your life to teach you a lesson, which I will be doing in a few days...aaahhhhh!! Anyway girlies, I have come to a brilliant theory...although iIcan't take all the credit for this fabulous theory, one of my girlies brought it up....there is tesco girls and newsagent girls.
My initial reaction to this theory was....are you calling me a tesco value girl...but in fact it makes perfect sense. Do you ever get that lazy hungover day or just general lack of energy day where you think CBA to venture to tesco deal with the queuing, deal with the journey to get there, deal with the traffic....even though you will inevitably end up with better products? I don't know, maybe it is just me. But this is exactly the same for men with girls. There's those who want a relationship so desperately and depend on a man to the point that they become like a newsagent; easy to get to, always there, standard...oh and basically fucked without the man/your custom in the shops case. Brilliant it's all so simple.
Then there's your tesco girls....who don't rely on your custom...who have their own dreams, who are travelling/expanding all over the world but just take longer to get to. When my girly friends ask me why they are single, this is the answer, because they simply haven't found a boy who can handle them yet. Girlie fiction or the truth? I'd say the latter.....
Decide what you want to be girlies. Bring on the tesco towns.
Massive loves....
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So far today as an effort I have watched the only way is essex, legally blonde 2, used about 100 mins on my phone (which in light of my recent £122 phone bill is not so great), read Aristotle ethics, looked at childrens books, "for educational purposes online," oh and lets not forget baked 36 cupcakes...any takers....
Anyway, back to Aristotle (this is the part where I try and sound like a massive keeno lol and give off that same, i'm half from brentwood aka essex impression).....oh sod it I give up with Aristotle, well I don't but I do for now....I do, however, have some wise words from a fabulous lady, "People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime."
I think this is one of the most fabulous quotes I have ever been told/seen written on the back of my fabulous canvas. And its true. You learn from everyone...therefore, people are your education. Some of them you meet and you just know, you know that you are going to be friends for life.....
My initial reaction to this theory was....are you calling me a tesco value girl...but in fact it makes perfect sense. Do you ever get that lazy hungover day or just general lack of energy day where you think CBA to venture to tesco deal with the queuing, deal with the journey to get there, deal with the traffic....even though you will inevitably end up with better products? I don't know, maybe it is just me. But this is exactly the same for men with girls. There's those who want a relationship so desperately and depend on a man to the point that they become like a newsagent; easy to get to, always there, standard...oh and basically fucked without the man/your custom in the shops case. Brilliant it's all so simple.
Then there's your tesco girls....who don't rely on your custom...who have their own dreams, who are travelling/expanding all over the world but just take longer to get to. When my girly friends ask me why they are single, this is the answer, because they simply haven't found a boy who can handle them yet. Girlie fiction or the truth? I'd say the latter.....
Decide what you want to be girlies. Bring on the tesco towns.
Massive loves....
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Sunday 9 October 2011
helllooooo keenos
I'm going to be extremely rusty at this whole blog thing guys...its been about a year...a lot has changed...fabulously. I love change and how crazy things happen (by this I don't mean like showing your pants to half of london....more like ending up with till roll around your head all night.) See figure one...wow i'm getting back into the whole essay writing thing again.
Ok, there is some slight technical problems with the pictures. There we go its sorted. Anyway, this was a little i'm back blog, as I said don't be suprised if the next time I write is ages but i promise i will try and encounter some funny stories although I am attempting this whole do the work when it is set thing (yes I know what has happened to me) so we will see.....
Anyway, there is me and fabulous LYDIA!! We are doing our teacher training and we are in it together....not just the massive workload, not just the idea of being keenos, but also, the 4 hour procrastination sessions to bluewater and crappy nandos where we eat three corn on the cobs and two portions of chips and lets not forget, the till roll nights out in camden. Anyway, babe just to let you know...in the 3 weeks I have known you I know we are in it together...all set with our uni trackies and presentations with tom and jerry.
Ok, so you might be slightly confuzzled as wasn't I off round the world....well thats next summer...EEK i have been saving for over a year now (and i definitely have done well....i have carried on shopping ohhhh hello calvin klein dress in the charity shop) but have tried to keep fiji in my mind...as I did when I saw the most beautiful sheepskin coat in brick lane....actually I didn't just keep it in my mind, I pretty much shouted it...clearly the whole of east london thinks I have tourettes now. This summer I did go to ireland though (see figure two)....see this blog is not just about procrastination (pretty much my favourite word) but it is indeed about....practicing for those cheeky essays (HELP! in the words of the beatles, by the way I need a photo on Abbey road lyd!!) Ireland was fun i'm not sure what the highlight was the beer pong or nearly falling off a cliff when my keeno best friend (See figure two...i am getting so good at this) decided that where the sheep were wasn't near enough the edge and told me to lean over the edge; anyone would think you were trying to kill me. I don't blame you actually lol.
I am not doing it to be a geek though (as I am already one probably lol) but because in the words of the beyond fabulous Nelson Mandela........
"Education is the only weapon with the power to change the world."
Anyway...hugs and kisses....
Alicia xoxo
Tuesday 8 March 2011
Don't call my name, Don't call my name.....ALEJANDRO!!
Two months...no way has it been that long...
I don't actually know where to start, ending up at the 15 spanish mens flat in Shoreditch seems to be a good place to start; that would be if i didn't run to the door as I (quite clearly) thought I was being kidnapped, encounter a chihuhua called Vita Corleone, lose my headband and meet a guy named Alejandro (Well maybe that was a good thing.) How exactly do I get into these situations? There is one reason: my crazy. Love me, love my crazy. That's the new saying girls and it's true. Anyway, whilst I thought I had met the perfect man finally; spanish accent, lets spend summer in Madrid, epic kisser and to make things even better he plays the guitar. (Which I can definitely do)...well the extent of my choons (spelt purposely in the cool gangsta way) consists of Twinkle Twinkle little star and Pretty woman (of which the second I can solely play two chords.) Well, I'm on my way along with my ballet rock dancing, expanding my sketchbook, my song writing, my travel research oh and my diet. Oh yeah, don't forget my actual work. (Note to self: why am I writing this blog when I have so much else to do? Note to self: Love me, Love my crazy UNORGANISED self.)
Anyway, hot spanish guy....my next encounter with him was not quite so hot. "Please come to my gig baby," well the baby part puts my off slightly (remember your talking to the Valentines day synic who on February 15th just happened to wake up with her Thorntons chocolates down the side of her bed along with the gossip girl boxset...I have given in, it's official; Chuck Bass is a fictional character.) Anyway, this gig...having driven half way across London to the one and the only Camden town (wow am I a changed girl these days or what? Bye bye Blair except the headbands of course.) I walk in ready for some hardcoreness (naturally)...and there everyone is meditating on the floor. In the corner of my eye I spot Vladimir (lol), Spanish's friend. Oh dear, where is he? After gossiping repeatedly about his amazing *techniques* and the evilness of his friends, he turns round. Yes, he was sitting right in front of me. FML. Yes, he was slightly less hot. FML but yes...he did *suprisingly* (which I also told him) play the guitar to a higher standard than myself. (Let's be honest though that's not saying much is it.)
Anyway, the next weeks antics will have to come at a later date....remember keep acting crazy and spontaneously (I'm off to wales tomorrow...helloo waterfall.)
But not as crazy as these girls....
*Wait that's me....and my girls...now showing our love to the world."
In the words of Example, we are the.....LAST ONES STANDING. ALWAYS
xxxxxxxxxx
I don't actually know where to start, ending up at the 15 spanish mens flat in Shoreditch seems to be a good place to start; that would be if i didn't run to the door as I (quite clearly) thought I was being kidnapped, encounter a chihuhua called Vita Corleone, lose my headband and meet a guy named Alejandro (Well maybe that was a good thing.) How exactly do I get into these situations? There is one reason: my crazy. Love me, love my crazy. That's the new saying girls and it's true. Anyway, whilst I thought I had met the perfect man finally; spanish accent, lets spend summer in Madrid, epic kisser and to make things even better he plays the guitar. (Which I can definitely do)...well the extent of my choons (spelt purposely in the cool gangsta way) consists of Twinkle Twinkle little star and Pretty woman (of which the second I can solely play two chords.) Well, I'm on my way along with my ballet rock dancing, expanding my sketchbook, my song writing, my travel research oh and my diet. Oh yeah, don't forget my actual work. (Note to self: why am I writing this blog when I have so much else to do? Note to self: Love me, Love my crazy UNORGANISED self.)
Anyway, hot spanish guy....my next encounter with him was not quite so hot. "Please come to my gig baby," well the baby part puts my off slightly (remember your talking to the Valentines day synic who on February 15th just happened to wake up with her Thorntons chocolates down the side of her bed along with the gossip girl boxset...I have given in, it's official; Chuck Bass is a fictional character.) Anyway, this gig...having driven half way across London to the one and the only Camden town (wow am I a changed girl these days or what? Bye bye Blair except the headbands of course.) I walk in ready for some hardcoreness (naturally)...and there everyone is meditating on the floor. In the corner of my eye I spot Vladimir (lol), Spanish's friend. Oh dear, where is he? After gossiping repeatedly about his amazing *techniques* and the evilness of his friends, he turns round. Yes, he was sitting right in front of me. FML. Yes, he was slightly less hot. FML but yes...he did *suprisingly* (which I also told him) play the guitar to a higher standard than myself. (Let's be honest though that's not saying much is it.)
Anyway, the next weeks antics will have to come at a later date....remember keep acting crazy and spontaneously (I'm off to wales tomorrow...helloo waterfall.)
But not as crazy as these girls....
*Wait that's me....and my girls...now showing our love to the world."
In the words of Example, we are the.....LAST ONES STANDING. ALWAYS
xxxxxxxxxx
Friday 3 December 2010
The Kinks, Yoga, Irish Bars and Romeo (in a non-Shakespeare sense)
I feel like i'm doing pretty well at keeping up with this blog, for me anyway...i'm a bit of a fail when it comes to keeping up with things...i've done salsa, modern, jazz, ballet dancing over the years, Spanish, French, German, Italian....hmmm British Sign Langauge (although clearly all sign language must be the same), yoga (what a joke), synchronised swimming (LOL), taikwondo, karate and let's not forget kick boxing (I don't even want to talk about that one.) I get bored easily. Anyway, I am keeping up with this so go me. What is pretty shocking is that I am sitting here on a friday night, on facebook having to face potentially a night in (snow.) Brilliant. Well, after my slightly hilarious journey home yesterday, its not worth the risk too be honest, just like so many things. Some examples (done by me of course) include jumping in that fountain at Liverpool Street Station whilst drunk or having a toothpaste/hair moose fight with your best friend and then she pretends to spray bleach on you and claims your hair is turning blonde so you believe her, naturally mutual trust and all that, and jump in the shower fully clothed screaming. (There are facebook pictures to prove this btw.) How gullible am I.
Anyway this journey home...it started with the most amazing journey on the DLR; fittie next to me, fully charged ipod, galaxy bar and a girlie chat...what more could a girl need, except to not be wearing a ridiculously stupid hat. It ended with me in a slightly insane mood, a hurt ankle but on the plus side, I have now found a banging irish pub. No, so anyway after my DLR journey I hit Lewisham...ok grin and bear the wait for the train alicia...10 minutes...20 minutes....50 minutes. I am actually going to wet myself, I have never needed a wee this much not even that time in Brighton when I accidentally gate crashed a Pride and Prejudice banquet in my punky leopard print mini dress to go to the so-called, "Powder rooms." Right, I am not missing this train I thought..I am going to have to use the station facilities (if they can even be called that.) No, I did actually hear they are pretty ok for station toilets (by that, people mean they actually have toilet seats and toilet roll...the brilliant messages on the wall are always going to be there...my number is 07865 326756...call me...well thats about as likely as a train ever actually arriving at this station. Anyway, the toilets were locked...hmm to find an attendant (I love how they are called that but are complete useless and don't attend to you at all-wow that sounds a bit doodgy.) Anyway, this woman clearly hadn't showered for three days or weeks more like..."they are all broken love, sorry." To which I reply, even the disabled one (as I casually fake a limp and look like i'm from an institution.) Yes. Brilliant. So, frustration got the better of me and my alter ego who seems to resemble Stacey from Eastenders (its the south east london girl in me coming out again) responds with," well this is going to be a brilliant day for you isn't it...no trains, angry customers all day and now i'm going to piss myself on your platform." Sometimes you just have to take a stand and proceed to walk straight into your ex-boyfriend and pretend you don't remember him. Brilliant.
So I had to abandon the train station...where am I going to wee was pretty much the only question that crossed my mind...when I come across a fabulous irish pub. The sign on the door, "toilets are for customers only," didn't put me off. Worst case scenario...i'll just sit and enjoy a guinness. Anyway, the toilets engaged and this girl comes out and is like are you ok...clearly i'm a bit pale faced due to the ex incident. I get chatting about how I'm stranded...so she says she will help me out with buses...I go to the toilet and then I try to casually go and sit down. We are chatting, love for ireland and all that. Fuck she looks a bit dykish. Can I have your number and we can go out sometime?...is what she asked me. Ok, so I know i'm wearing a knitted pink stripy borderline ridiculous hat, but I am clearly the most girlie girl and doesn't the mcfly tshirt give away my love for men. (Actually, I'm not sure if you could call them men.) Traumatised much.
Right...I need some air and I am just going to walk home. I can't wait in this vicinity anymore. So I embrace the walk with my ipod (well its actually my mums, seeing as mine had no battery.) This means when you shuffle songs you go from the Kinks to Barry White to Eminem in a matter of seconds. Most hilarious music taste ever. I think so. Also, the phone has got no battery now to...and I have somehow (by jumping on a bus for one stop which went the wrong way) ended up by, "Romeo block." (Yes, it is called that) on a council estate that I vaguely remember finding myself hanging around on (once...I repeat once..) when I was about fourteen. OH dear. I just about made it out alive even if three boys did come towards me with a rockveiler (i have no idea how to spell that, or how I get myself into these situations.) I casually started trying to run but then bumped into them again...they must know the shortcuts of these, "endz," lol.. "OIII, you know sneaky when you were younger."...OH DEAR. "Yes, I am ashamed to admit he did know my friend." They reply, "Safe gal, safe.." Erm...Excuse me?! Is that even english.
Then, I just needed to breathe. I made it home at about 8 oclock, having left work at four...slipped over flat on my back..classic styley practically outside my door after thinking, "Wow I haven't even fallen over all day."
How do I do it? I have no idea but I love the how embarassing and hilarious it all is.
Enjoy the snow, I am because next year if I ever save enough money for my travels, I maybe having a double summer instead!
xoxo
p.s avoid Romeo block and the So Solid Crew (who I believe I met last night.)
Anyway this journey home...it started with the most amazing journey on the DLR; fittie next to me, fully charged ipod, galaxy bar and a girlie chat...what more could a girl need, except to not be wearing a ridiculously stupid hat. It ended with me in a slightly insane mood, a hurt ankle but on the plus side, I have now found a banging irish pub. No, so anyway after my DLR journey I hit Lewisham...ok grin and bear the wait for the train alicia...10 minutes...20 minutes....50 minutes. I am actually going to wet myself, I have never needed a wee this much not even that time in Brighton when I accidentally gate crashed a Pride and Prejudice banquet in my punky leopard print mini dress to go to the so-called, "Powder rooms." Right, I am not missing this train I thought..I am going to have to use the station facilities (if they can even be called that.) No, I did actually hear they are pretty ok for station toilets (by that, people mean they actually have toilet seats and toilet roll...the brilliant messages on the wall are always going to be there...my number is 07865 326756...call me...well thats about as likely as a train ever actually arriving at this station. Anyway, the toilets were locked...hmm to find an attendant (I love how they are called that but are complete useless and don't attend to you at all-wow that sounds a bit doodgy.) Anyway, this woman clearly hadn't showered for three days or weeks more like..."they are all broken love, sorry." To which I reply, even the disabled one (as I casually fake a limp and look like i'm from an institution.) Yes. Brilliant. So, frustration got the better of me and my alter ego who seems to resemble Stacey from Eastenders (its the south east london girl in me coming out again) responds with," well this is going to be a brilliant day for you isn't it...no trains, angry customers all day and now i'm going to piss myself on your platform." Sometimes you just have to take a stand and proceed to walk straight into your ex-boyfriend and pretend you don't remember him. Brilliant.
So I had to abandon the train station...where am I going to wee was pretty much the only question that crossed my mind...when I come across a fabulous irish pub. The sign on the door, "toilets are for customers only," didn't put me off. Worst case scenario...i'll just sit and enjoy a guinness. Anyway, the toilets engaged and this girl comes out and is like are you ok...clearly i'm a bit pale faced due to the ex incident. I get chatting about how I'm stranded...so she says she will help me out with buses...I go to the toilet and then I try to casually go and sit down. We are chatting, love for ireland and all that. Fuck she looks a bit dykish. Can I have your number and we can go out sometime?...is what she asked me. Ok, so I know i'm wearing a knitted pink stripy borderline ridiculous hat, but I am clearly the most girlie girl and doesn't the mcfly tshirt give away my love for men. (Actually, I'm not sure if you could call them men.) Traumatised much.
Right...I need some air and I am just going to walk home. I can't wait in this vicinity anymore. So I embrace the walk with my ipod (well its actually my mums, seeing as mine had no battery.) This means when you shuffle songs you go from the Kinks to Barry White to Eminem in a matter of seconds. Most hilarious music taste ever. I think so. Also, the phone has got no battery now to...and I have somehow (by jumping on a bus for one stop which went the wrong way) ended up by, "Romeo block." (Yes, it is called that) on a council estate that I vaguely remember finding myself hanging around on (once...I repeat once..) when I was about fourteen. OH dear. I just about made it out alive even if three boys did come towards me with a rockveiler (i have no idea how to spell that, or how I get myself into these situations.) I casually started trying to run but then bumped into them again...they must know the shortcuts of these, "endz," lol.. "OIII, you know sneaky when you were younger."...OH DEAR. "Yes, I am ashamed to admit he did know my friend." They reply, "Safe gal, safe.." Erm...Excuse me?! Is that even english.
Then, I just needed to breathe. I made it home at about 8 oclock, having left work at four...slipped over flat on my back..classic styley practically outside my door after thinking, "Wow I haven't even fallen over all day."
How do I do it? I have no idea but I love the how embarassing and hilarious it all is.
Enjoy the snow, I am because next year if I ever save enough money for my travels, I maybe having a double summer instead!
xoxo
p.s avoid Romeo block and the So Solid Crew (who I believe I met last night.)
Saturday 27 November 2010
Nutters together as well as apart.
It's strange isn't it how we are so in sync? Your having a sad day so am I, your having a crazy day so am I...how does that happen? Seeing as I don't really believe in that whole psycic thing (except the fact that I can definitely tell the future of course...I mean I never know how I predict that I am going to end up wasted pretty much every friday night!?) that means that it must be down to the fact we are soulmates. Everytime you walk out the door you see or hear something that reminds you of each other or all of times together....(I saw this yesterday and thought of you babe...only you will understand)
By the way just to clarify I am not talking about some boyfriend of mine (as if), I am talking about my best friend in the world...my partner in crime...and shopping. It is summed up in the quote, "A true friend is one soul in two bodies." That is us, in a nut shell. We both love chanel, pink, being a bit crazy, cosmopolitans (who doesn't) and we both share the same renounciation of men (well we like to think we do anyway- until we see that amazingly beautiful guy from the other night and it is definitely fate lol.)
But its more than that because, like she said to me when I was 16, "Never trust any man." No, well I clearly never took that advice...she said, "you know you have the best friend not because you finish each others sentences or having matching flip flops (we have been through that stage) but because when she is happy, so are you and when she is sad you are sad too." That...and really how many friends do you know...who would make the most dramatic exit on NYE ever to go to another random party in some crazy city in kent we have never been to before, who would suprise you on your birthday even if she did have a crazy amount of work to do, call that boy a c**t when you just couldn't find the right word lol and finally, have the best times with you in Ireland, London, Nottingham and wherever else we end up. Wherever it is I know we will always be together...because lets face it....
We are one soul in two bodies...
and it is true...every thorn does have its rose..
I love you sister xxxxxxxxxxxxx
By the way just to clarify I am not talking about some boyfriend of mine (as if), I am talking about my best friend in the world...my partner in crime...and shopping. It is summed up in the quote, "A true friend is one soul in two bodies." That is us, in a nut shell. We both love chanel, pink, being a bit crazy, cosmopolitans (who doesn't) and we both share the same renounciation of men (well we like to think we do anyway- until we see that amazingly beautiful guy from the other night and it is definitely fate lol.)
But its more than that because, like she said to me when I was 16, "Never trust any man." No, well I clearly never took that advice...she said, "you know you have the best friend not because you finish each others sentences or having matching flip flops (we have been through that stage) but because when she is happy, so are you and when she is sad you are sad too." That...and really how many friends do you know...who would make the most dramatic exit on NYE ever to go to another random party in some crazy city in kent we have never been to before, who would suprise you on your birthday even if she did have a crazy amount of work to do, call that boy a c**t when you just couldn't find the right word lol and finally, have the best times with you in Ireland, London, Nottingham and wherever else we end up. Wherever it is I know we will always be together...because lets face it....
We are one soul in two bodies...
and it is true...every thorn does have its rose..
I love you sister xxxxxxxxxxxxx
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