Making memorable moments for yourself is not a big thing. But you being the reason behind someone else’s memorable moment is an everlasting feeling!
Laying in bed this morning, and hour or so before my alarm could go off…just thinking about life and everything I’ve done with mine. I’m a major dreamer, always thinking about the future and planning this wondrous life ahead, sometimes things pan out sometimes they don’t and sometimes it just takes a little longer.
Realised that as human beings, we are never content with what we have, we can’t be completely happy with everything we have, we’re grateful and glad to have all this but always want more… Greedy, greedy, greedy buggers, we are!
So this is my blog about things I’ve done with my life, things I still want to do, random things I remember and my typical rambling in-between. All of them moments in my life, I will treasure forever, special times with special people, people I care about, people I love, people I’ve had to say goodbye to and people I’m soo glad I said ‘Hello’ to. I won’t be listing any names in this blog, all you special people know who you are and which happy part of my life you’ve contributed to.
Pizza on the Floor
I’ve been to numerous restaurants. Places with fancy chandeliers and high back Elizabethan chairs. The backyard picnic bench setup under the moon-light. Different cuisines, the wonderfully exciting tastes, the colours, the ambiance, the pleasure of great company and moments shared. Si magnifique! Yet, there is something so special in the moment shared sitting on your lounge floor, eating pizza out of the box. Super cheesy, extra saucy, every bite requires that child-like ‘wrist-wipe’ across your chin and then the bubbly feeling of icy cold coke. Or how about, illegally picnicking on a rugby field at night, music playing so gently, so soft…like the breath of your lover on your neck. What about Chinese food in the back seat of your car on a cold rainy night? A Bunny Chow on the bonnet of your car. Or sitting on the pavement outside your house with a loaf of bread and a bag of crisps/chips. Sharing a portion of Slop-Jo chips wrapped in news paper, sitting at the bus stop waiting for the rain to pass.
Princess of the Ball
He presented me a bouquet of pink and yellow roses and led me out the door, I’ve never seen a place more beautiful, soo many lights, gorgeous flower arrangements everywhere, waitresses walking around with trays of Champaign (like you would see in a movie). Giant mirrors and chandeliers, thick red carpets that lead you to a massive door and that within I have never experienced before. There were so many tables of people, laughing, drinking and eating. Seven course dinner, ‘Così Delizioso’ and the presentation of it, Superb! I remember dancing across a marble floor, the live band in the background, twirling in my ball-gown, as he told me how beautifully my eyes sparkled on that warm summer night. Dancing so beautiful, we could have been gliding on ice, the twirls and then he tipped me. From there, to chocolate kisses on pillow and lavender on my dresser. The dancing started again…magical, beautiful…
Every woman loves to be the Princess of the Ball, the glitz, the glamour, all things shiny and sparkly. But there’s a select few that would take in a night like that with all the grace and glory and two days later slug down a beer and pizza with her man on the lounge floor. In front of the heater, talking about the most irrelevant and pointless things ever and still say “Honey, I really enjoyed tonight”.
I’ve come across a few new friends recently, which I sometimes wonder why and how they think the way they do. One of which is a young women, she’s 25 years old, with a Rich – Daddy’s Girl type of attitude. She had coffee with me and told me that she wanted more from a man than just love, when I asked her what exactly it was that she wanted, she replied, I want diamonds, I want a fancy car, big house, don’t care too much for kids, I want overseas holidays three times a year. Sounds like a fantastic life, but will it keep you warm at night? What do you work towards in life when you have it all? I always say, I’d rather be poor and happy, knowing I’m doing everything I can to make it in life then to have a rich easy life and never be able to appreciate anything. This lady’s description of the perfect man, the man she would want to spend her life with. He has to be really good looking, have a good job, be able to pay his and her bills. Buy her expensive things, take her to lavish places.
—-ok got to work, will complete and update later. sorry peeps!
