I was recently wandering the streets of our Baroque capital city, dear old Valletta…
Nah! Let’s be honest. I wasn’t exactly wandering. You know that as well as I do! It was more like I was working very hard on my retail-therapy. (The first step when it comes to overcoming a serious problem like shopping is certainly admitting it, or so I am told.) Ergo I’m on the right track to healing my need to shop until I drop – fabulous! Which means that today after work, I’m going to reward my efforts by buying those gorgeous sexy red stilettos! Then of, course I’ll need a bag and possibly a belt to go with them…
Hmmm. Have just re-read the previous sentence. Do I hear that little eerie high pitched voice in my head (i.e. my conscience – as opposed to a psychotic manifestation) screech ‘counter-productive’? The words reverberate in my head as though trailing out of a damp hollow cave into a bright sunny day. Yes, indeed. I see how that can make sense. (Again another admission! I am improving at every step!) Better put my conscience on mute then! You see – I am a practical person after all! He he he!
Right, back to my shop-your-problems-away quest. (Here I am - calling a spade a spade!) I was in quite a good mood, feeling very at one with the world. Wafting on a pure white cloud of harmony. Able to make allowances for inconsiderate people who bump into you because they are talking on the phone, busy searching for something which sunk to the pitless bottom of their handbags, or plain confused. Smiling graciously (in manner of Princess Grace of Monaco – obviously prior to her tragic death) when some inane pedestrian crosses my path and when forced to choose between maintaining course on MY trajectory or backing away gently, without making any fast movements, chose the latter, etc. I could sense it in the very crisp, hair-lashing windy air that this was going to be all very Zen-like. Yes. The flow was leading towards a satisfactory shopping expedition.
Zen and the art of shopping.
I was casually glancing around. Just switching from the diverse images which presented themselves in front of me, waiting for a sign, a magnetic pull from an object which just beckons my attention and subsequent purchase. I was casting my eyes looking for the next addition to my wardrobe…
And then….
Gaah!
The sheer memory of the harrowing sight almost turns my stomach. In fact, it was so horrible that the mere memory of it is, in its very own right, a traumatic experience!
I happened to glance away from the shopping windows, which I was passing by (and that perhaps was my first and most monumental mistake. Everyone knows that once the shopping gods are smiling down upon you, you should NEVER shun their loving interest by being more interested in where you’re going as opposed to what’s in the shop window! I mean, the shopping gods are clearly very touchy and sensitive and Diva-ish beings!)
Anyway, the thing which imposed itself most intrudingly on my would-be-perfect day was a fifty-something, garish, over-made up loud women. She was there, just walking a few metres ahead of me, wearing….
Gasp!
…a faux cow-print three quarters jacket, leopard print trousers AND (I am not joking or exaggerating… really!) tiger print boots!!!
My head was spinning, my stomach churning, and my knees were giving way. I took a deep breath and pulled a one-eighty turning back on the spot, thankfully not crashing into the people who were walking behind me, as I spun round full-swing! My shopping was going to be ruined… that image was going to be framed, super-glued stuck in my mind for quite a while so there was no point in trying to buy anything, because all I would be thinking about would have been that faux fur nightmare.
Ok so animal prints are all the rage – whether you like them or not, let’s just hope that it’s the faux fur which people are going for! Ok so Angelina Jolie looks really alluring in her leopard skin knee-length coat. But that’s just Angelina Jolie. I mean, the girl could look good dressed in a garbage bag and wearing a paper bag on her head, for the love of Gucci!
My one and only comment to this atrocity is: When dealing with faux fur or anything wildly over the top, kindly follow the embarrassment-sparing rules listed below for you perusal:
- Get a mirror!
- Get a clue!
- Just say NO to mixing different prints / fur types!
- When in doubt e-mail me!
- If I am unavailable, kindly refer to Rule 1.
Happy shopping and don’t max out those credit cards unless absolutely necessary! He he he!
N
Hi everyone. I'm back.
Back as in regressing - to what, I don't remember.
Back. As in back to square one, possibly also to the square before square one.
Anyways, back on the blog.
Had a bit of a tough time actually. But what can you do? It's life. My life anyway. Am not going to get into too many details - it's not ladylike, and its private, so there!
Trust me on this one guys and gals. I always thought that I had it in me to come up at least with one good memorable phrase. Unfortunately this phrase which I have coined (and am hereby trademarking / copyrighting!) is the one fundamental true thing in my life. Here goes:
Just when I thought that I had reached the bottle of the barrel I realised that the barrel had a double bottom.
Ok, ok. Tinkwetax. Go back and read it. I know, it's a concept kind of thing.
Got it now? Yep, that's it, just when you thought things couldn't get worse - badabingbadaboom a tone of bricks comes crashing about your feet sweeping you away in a tumultuous swirl of stormy waves which crash upon the rocks.
Humph!
I know, it's a Friday - TGIF, right? Or not! There isn't much to TG about right now. For the past five days, everyday has felt like a bad post-hangover-cum-coma Monday rude awakening thingy. Not good.
Ok. will now make effort of titanic proportions so as to get grip on self and stop wallowing in melodrama misery.
Ok. Should just give up as am clearly not in the mood for trying to control self and self's emotions etc etc
GAAAH!!!
Ok - Enough! This is not constructive. Let's see what else I'm doing this weeked.
Saturday: pm get together with xxxxxxx's colleagues
Sunday: pm go to friend's wedding with xxxxxxx
Obviously forgot to amend entry on personal diaries as follows:
Saturday: possibly girl's night?
Sunday: pm go to friend's wedding.
Also can detach pink highlighter from diary (I highlight all my dates in pink...)
I just can't wait for Monday! (Tsk!)
Think that I will go back and read a couple of excerpts from The Little Book of Calm, also possibly Men and From Mars (more from Uranus he he he!) and Women are from Venus and The Road Less Travelled. Actually scrap idea of road less travelled... might wind up lost or something - again!
Have a great weekend and take care!
N
Those of you who have figured out who I am (and yes, there are a few people with a brain, other than my darling self, that is!) would know that I definitely not a morning person.
In fact, I am the opposite of a morning person – a night owl cum bookworm, guarding the streets of our fair city during the night, with a watchful eye, on the lookout for wrongdoers….
No – wait! That’s Batman or Spiderman or a gargoyle, or something, anyway! Sorry about that - got sidetracked into my comic heroes….
Back to erm… what was it? Oh yes, the non-morning me! Right, basically when I wake up in the morning, one thing is predictable: that no matter which side of the bed I get out from, it’s gonna be the wrong side. So if you ever cross my path before 08.00 hrs – beware. No – even better – make a run for it!
Ok. I’m really not that bad, but let’s just say that I need my first coffee to be poured down my throat before I am even able to open my eyes! Ok, so this is what happened. It was a bleak Tuesday morning, around 7.45 am (which is a v ungodly, immoral, and possibly illegal time by when one is expected to be awake, dressed and ready to start of a full day’s work! Humph!) But anyway, I was in a v good mood to start of with, I was quite happy with my wardrobe choice and was in a reasonably civil mood considering the time of day and post-traffic-hell trauma.
There I was minding my own business, walking down the street in full would-be business swing when I felt something glare at me. It was too early in the morning to have done anything remotely bad enough to have pissed off anyone to that extent. Plus, the guy I overtook and subsequently cut off on the Regional Road this morning while driving on my way to work, couldn’t have possibly managed to keep up with me, let alone follow me all the way to work… Or did he? I had this eerie feeling creeping up my spine, when…
GAAAHH!
An old, decrepit, toothless man, with no fashion sense, or common sense for that matter, was looking at me in a most sinister manner. He started to walk my way, at which point I thought to myself – dodge! Despite the early hour and the fact that I wasn’t exactly what you’d call sharp and awake, my reflexes were fast enough to avoid coming face to face with this geezer. ‘Good morning baby! Let me take you for a coffee. Hi, come to my place!’ he growled. I gave him a glare which spelt out:
DANGER.BACK.OFF.INSTANTLY.
(Or should have spelt out, anyway. But probably he was illiterate / an alien from another galaxy / one of the many mad men I’m destined to encounter due to some screwed up universal karma!) I steamed off to work, another 5 minutes to walk in high heels at this time, with this bleak weather, with this absurd incident weighing on me. It was a little too much to handle, and not a very good start to my day. I spent the full five minute-walk to work pondering the encounter.
Why? Why ME? Was my shirt unbuttoned? Had I forgotten to wear my skirt or something? Did I have ‘Young, desperate and willing’ tattooed on my forehead? Nope. It was just plain weird. Nonetheless, as soon as I got to work, I made a dash for the ladies’ room – just to make sure that I hadn’t mistakenly worn my underwear on top of my clothes, or anything!
And, just in case you were wondering – no I hadn’t done anything that silly!
Duh! He he he! Until next time!
N :P
Ok. Am definitely not going to bitch about how annoying it is to have a cold when there’s such lovely weather despite it already being October.
Not.Going.To.Bitch.
Or Moan.
Or Complain.
God, self-restraint is difficult. Almost unnatural!
I'll just take one reflective moment to appreciate the beauty of the world, the flowers, the sun, all God’s creations, etc. etc. All heightened by the general feeling of well-being and post-cold recovery appreciation of things which one (ie I) would usually take for granted. It's like seeing the world with new eyes; being born into a heigher form of life, and other such enlightening experiences.
Also I should take yet another reflective moment to thank goodness for having gotten over the cold.
Yess. Yess! Am no longer sick. Can go out and enjoy weekend! Yipppeeeee!
Actually I got over my cold sometime last week, but I am just managing to catch my breath now…. Almost one week later, in fact - as in better late than never. I had lots of catching up at work to do, plus lots of coffees with friends to postpone, etc etc.
So am going to get back to blogging now.... [:D]
N
In all honesty I have never been one to like the summer months, and as much as I adore the sea I have never enjoyed basking in the sun, not for an hour, not for a minute, and possibly not for a second. If I didn’t know better I’d think that I might have some sun-repelling gene or something.
I know - it’s v unlike other Maltese people who enjoy the blistering sun until they are evenly, unrecognisably tanned. But then again, I’m not exactly your typical Maltese girl, am I? Oh come on… surely you should have realised that much by now!
However, I simply cannot believe that we’re in October – already!!! Summer has gone by in a flash; fighting the stifling lethargy-inducing heat during the day; suffocating on the way to work amid waves of humidity and traffic exhaust, praising the comforts of air conditioning, partying during the weekends, and avoiding the sun like a plague!
And ungrateful humanoids that we are, as soon as the first whiff of cold currents come our way, we’ll be cursing winter weather, longing for the languid Sunday afternoons, when all we could do was just sit in front of TV watching a non-tasking flick, drinking ice-cold water by the gallons and waiting for the heat to let off. I guess it is part of the human condition – you always want that which you can’t get. Or you never know what you’ve got when it’s gone! Something along those lines anyway.
Hmmm… actually the mezzu temp (mid-season) weather we’ve got currently is rather v nice. Can still enjoy my collection of boob tubes (all the rage this summer), without having to spend the day wishing some arctic weather my way! Actually in the spirit of appreciating the temperate weather the Maltese Archipelago is currently enjoying, I think that I’ll plan a walk in the country side or some sort of hike or other for this weekend. Obviously will have to wear sensible shoes and not strappy high heeled sandals which I recently bought on sale, but anyway… You see, its all part of my ‘here and now’ Zen philosophy, let’s just hope it goes well – as in I don’t get horribly lost in the Maltese countryside (despite the minute size of the island, it has happened to me… more than once!)
Clearly I will keep you posted with the outcome of what promises to be some sort of Zen adventure!
N
Hi there, whoever you are, wherever you are. This is Nina... a writer in progress, getting my toes tentatively wet in the world of blogging. This is where you'll be getting a snapshot of what my life is like...
This is my fist post, so I guess I should tell you a little about me and my world, here goes...
I am a twentysomething girl trying to figure stuff out (like men, the meaning of life, what my purpose on this strange planet is, etc), trying to be me and trying not to go mad in the process. How are things going so far? Not to well... I'm single again, feeling more confused than ever before, I have no idea what's going on here (or anywhere in general, for that matter), clearly I haven't figured much out (other than how to post on my new blog, or so I hope) Well you get the picture! Uh huh! I nearly forgot about the madness part... I'm a little off balance in general, and very intense and frantic, in particular. And I have some type of magnetic attraction to get into nifty situation. Problem is that I'm not sure whether it's me who attracts these situations or whether trouble just happens to think of itself as my personal shadow. I must admit that one of the reasons behind this blog is for me to be able to share some of the comical episodes in my life!
There's more to that, but I'll disclose more as I develop more confidence with this blogging business...
Some factual stuff (just in case you wanted to know who you're reading about): I come from Malta, a small island in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea, I enjoy driving, reading and writing (duh!), most music (as long as it fits into my definition of good, that is), going to the movies, dancing and swimming.
I'm going to leave it at that for today. Let's see if I can actually post this blog now. Well, if you want to drop me a line, tell me what you think about my blog, or anything else for that matter, email me on nina78@clarence.com
Catch you soon!
N
