Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplacable spark. In the hopeless swamps of the not quite, the not yet, and the not at all, do not let the hero in your soul perish and leave only frustration for the life you deserved, but never have been able to reach. The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Weekend Anticipation

Overwhelmingly excited for the weekend.
Shame about the 6 hour speed bump on Saturday called work.
But whatever, move on, get happy but stay in control.
CONTROL is imperative.
NO more drama.








Saturday, September 25, 2010

Take me or leave me





Heavy night. Im hurting in every way possible.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Sleepy Fridays









Why do days off always go twice as fast as any work day?
Not fair.

Confession

Im a gleek.
Sitting here, laughing, crying and everything in between.
Makes me miss dancing and performing so much.

Now that is done onto some images that will hopefully redeem my reputation... SS Fashion week eat your heart out.








Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Terrible Tuesday

The only thing I feel remotely good about today was going to the gym this morning, everything after that was a disaster. So tomorrow I will start the day with the gym again, cos if nothing else, at least that will make me proud of something I accomplished in my day.

The Parklife set times were announced today which has made me increasingly excited for the long weekend, and the Spring fashion shows have been given me inspiration for my dream outfits. Too bad it will be at least a year for any of these styles to hit the street (or my price range for that matter) but a girl can dream.






Saturday, September 18, 2010

Quiet as can be expected




Lalalalalala, Saturday night dreamer. Dont wanna wake up. Reality fades away here... please...

Dress ups and make believe










Another Saturday night.
Nice quiet one for a change.
Fingers crossed.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Thursday, September 16, 2010

One more chance

This time things will be different, and you’re gonna see

These hands will come around
You’ll love their touch again.

This time things will be different, and you’re gonna see.