Just another poem

Musically enchanted

By her elegance, poise and grace,

A reflection of perfection,

In the strength of her pointe

to the delicacy of her lace.

And in the echo of her encore,

I catch myself.

But I am just an ordinary girl,

A blurry vision in a mirror fogged with awe.

And to that girl whom eyes adored,

Maybe I should hang up my ballet shoes once more.

Old dreams

I went shopping the other day :o I bought a leotard (like a tutu but without the frilly stuff). Ok it wasn't the traditional leotard, I didn't buy it from a dance shop...rather American Apparel but when I put it on I look like a dancer. I actually bought it because I wanted to feel like a dancer.

You see when I was younger I dreamed of being a ballerina... I used to watch Giselle ou Les Wilis, Swanlake,The Nutcracker and pretty much every single Ballet you could think of. I loved the music, the stories and the ability to portray intense emotions through a dance. I dreamed of being Odette or dancing among the ou Wilis. I did ballet for several years always dreaming I would someday be a professional. I gave up when it came to pointe (dancing on the toes) which is incredibly bad for you. I'm not really sure what happened. :/ To say that I became spatially challenged is probably an understatement. I bump into things... my parents compare my walking around the house to an elephant... I have the flexibility of a banana. Ok wait, that last bit isn't true. But either way, I cannot do the splits and for some reason that disappoints me.

Anyway...I'm not a ballerina. I no longer dream of being a dancer. I just have crazy little moments here and there where I think of life if I decided to follow a different route. If I followed my ballet instead of stopping ten years ago, I would probably be on a stage right now (assuming I was any good) with disgusting looking toes and a non-existent diet (I remember being told to cut down on food if I wanted to dance....I was about 10). I could also have been a banker, I could still be a banker. I have the next 2 or so years to decide before a bank will probably never hire me again. The difference with one route and the next, is that sometimes once you make a decision you cannot go back on it. Sometimes you don't even realise the importance of one decision until 5 years down the line. You're at a fork and once you take one route, the path behind you suddenly disintegrates into nothingness and you are stuck on that route whether you like it or not. Sometimes this is a bad thing... sometimes it's not.

So I can't be a ballerina now even if I wanted. But that's OK. I forgot that dream years ago. Instead now, I buy leotards, look in the mirror and think of what might have been. And in this case, I don't miss anything...

Except the ability to maybe do the splits... :-/

Where's Walley now? In Hollywood baby!

Uh so life took an interesting turn of events. I finished a Bsc 4 year degree in Business Management, gave up the prospect of working in Banking and analysing business risks all day (well for the moment at least) and decided to move to Hollywood to pursue acting. Yes, I was good at the business stuff. I was good at analysing risk. Ha. But this time I figured, high risk, high reward....

Potentially.

What use is life, if you don't try and live it hey?

XOXO

More poetry: I miss you

So I needed some serious procrastinating and felt a creative mood come by.....enjoy :)

I miss you,

I miss you, like a droplet of sun through a cloudy sky

I miss you like my oldest friend, who went away without saying goodbye

I miss you,

I miss you like the silent wake after a blinding storm

I miss you like the winter fall undone to summers joys transformed

I miss you,

I miss you like pasttimes eating candyfloss and picking buttercups

I miss you like the cares of a child before we all grew up

I miss you,

I miss you like the stars that sparkle in the night

I miss you like the sun at dusk, the first glimpse of light

I miss you,

I miss you like the view of the city seen through blind eyes

I miss you like the unquestionable truth of perfect lies

I miss you

I miss you like I want to scream, but you cannot hear

I miss you like you are always gone, but you are always near

I miss you

I miss you like you do not know

like you do not care

The Perils of Travelling and being me

I came back home to Londre last night for the easter holiday (well barely a holiday, most of it will be spent working) and I had completely forgotten what a pain travelling can be.

Now I don't know about you but luck really doesn't seem on my side lately. There are a number of things which drive me mad....After overcoming the first hurdle of travelling - ie how much to pack (It is unbelievably difficult packing for a 2/3 week holiday away, I had to sacrifice soo many nice shoes and bags which were deemed unnecessary by my housemate! arrrrghhh the frugal life! ), I had to walk to the station with my big huge suitcase....

1. I miss the train by 30 seconds
2. So i decide to walk to the bus stop instead
3. I missed the bus by 4 minutes (some idiot decided to make the train and bus timetable exactly the same)
4. I walk back to the train station as I decide whatever happens, it will be quicker to get me to my destination
5. I buy a ticket and accidently spend £31 on a single ticket to London instead of a £32 return to London
6. I spend the next 10 minutes hitting myself
7. Get a train to London...no seats
8. Get to London....escalator isn't working
9. Wait for train to Kings Cross...it says next train in 3 minutes....its been sayin that for the last 6 minutes....why don't these things ever tell you the truth?! I'm halfway through the entire soundtrack of phantom of the opera before the train finally comes!
10. On train....no seats
11. Smelly man standing next to me (self explanatory)
12. Finally arrive at final destination and its pouring rain outside (MY LUCK SUCKS!)
13. First good news of the day. Mummy picks me up from the station :)
14. Bad news comes within the next 2 minutes. Mummy, Daddy and brother are going to wach cousin perform in High School Musical and got me a ticket
15. Spend the next 2 hours watching High School Musical performed by kids aged between 4-14ish


Love my life.

XOXO

Aliens in Bath!

Oh yes and someone mentioned whether I was abducted by aliens in one of the comments...funny that...I actually got stopped by a bunch of aliens earlier last week when I was hanging out in town. They took pictures of my shopping with their cameras and kept point to me and then to the sky like they wanted to take me somewhere...I told them to pick me up at my house....I never heard from them though....

...or did I?

Sleeping beauties

So yes I've been lame with my blogging...I had a crappy week followed by another crappy week followed by sunshine which made me happy, followed by irritable thoughts in my head that refused to go away...its not my fault! I blame humanity! And I figured no-one reads this anyway so technically speaking you are not gonna notice...but thats why i like comments! they make me happy! (you wanna make me happy right??) oh and NOTHING has happend...Like NOTHING...my life is boring...but the way I like to think about it is like this...each day that passes that nothing has happend, the likelihood of something happening will obviously increase! and the bigger the likelihood of something happening increases, the bigger the likelihood that it will be something really big...

I'm still waiting....

In the meantime...I am going to talk about things that entertain me...niggle at me...annoy me...make me laugh.....or just talk about the things i am strangely facinated by such as....watching people when they are asleep!

...or doing things to people when they are asleep

like my little brother...who I love...dearly...

(PS: I didn't draw on him as a sign of abuse...hes a minor! I'm protecting him!)

BTW the above picture is a little old...you see..i thought i had grown out of this need to do things to people when they are asleep, but i found out the other day i quite clearly hadn't

I was chillin' in my housemates room (see how careful I am not to disclose his name to save him embarassment!)....when he fell asleep at his computer and i saw a perfect picture taking opportunity...But I knew something was missing!...its obvious right? You can see it too can't you??! my housemates friend who was sitting with me watching my housemate asleep could see it....and you see, how could someone resist such an opportunity....in my head someone might as well stick a sign pointing to his butt saying 'insert something here'....(now you see it!) ...and who are we to ignore such obvious signs!?


If you ask me this picture is pretty tame....I could think of at least 10 more things to do to him...I guess this is a good sign right? That I am growing up and becoming more mature?

Until next time....


XOXO