tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70595370662608561102024-03-19T22:08:31.329+11:00Small Things QuirkyLadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-75885611961941517492014-09-22T20:39:00.000+10:002014-09-22T20:39:03.943+10:00Make Your Own Tribe<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If there is anything I have learnt in my 27 years it definitely comes down to maintaining expectations. The more you expect, the bigger the window you leave open for things to fall through.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">By placing expectations on others to satisfy whatever need you have, you are taking the early exit off the highway to Maccas and ending up at the fruit stall instead (i.e. right where you didn't want to be).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Relying on other people to fulfil your desires, only sets you up for disappointment in the end, because if you hadn't noticed - you are not Jim Henson mastering the muppets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">More often than not, by painting the perfect outcome in your mind for how you expect to be treated by others can leave you feeling more hurt than probably required when that masterpiece isn't created the way you imagined.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Whether its planning an entire girls night out with a large group, turning to loved ones to be your personal cheerleader, picturing how your future romance plays out, envisioning the outcome of a difficult conversation or even something as simple as expecting someone to arrive on time - when you already enter the scenario with the result in your head, the divine Universe intervenes and it's rarely going to be the result you get.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">That's why I think its important to find your own tribe. Don't get caught up in expecting to be emotionally or mentally satisfied from those you <em>think</em> you should be responsible for this. Time and time again I personally have left myself feeling silly for turning to someone cherished expecting them to give me what I need - then reeling back frustrated and hurt after the fact when they haven't fulfilled this construction of my mind; the expectation I put on them. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Dearest gumdrops, turn away from the norm and make your own tribe. Find the people that you don't have to put these expectations on. Give yourself all the love you need. Don't punish those 'should of's' for not living up to your expectations, and most definitely do not spend time resenting people for not being your ideal...let it go and turn to the tribe you hand pick to be your support beams.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">If all else fails, make a U-turn and get that nugget meal from Maccas!</span><br />
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LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-42510942942755714122014-09-08T21:20:00.003+10:002014-09-08T21:20:33.409+10:00Being The Girl In The Bubble<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Today I am here with a hot scoop for you! I am going to share with you the insider goss and juicy scandal behind living the life of...a hayfever sufferer.</div>
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Holy guacamole it is a ride you hope you <strike>never</strike> get off! Like a good antihistamine I'll relieve you from any further suspense and enlighten you with some tidbits on the joys of:</div>
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<strong>Always being asked if I'm sick.</strong><br />Constantly having someone ask me pityingly 'are you sick <em>again</em>?'. Nope, not again, not ever really. Here's the clincher, those that know me, could 100% say they know when I am sick. Because I am the type of <strike>victim</strike> patient who is inclined to make everyone aware of just how uncomfortable and deathly I am. SO until then, in the interim, I am fighting fit and just suffering a particularly hayfevery type of day.</div>
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<strong>Waking up feeling like I've been asleep for a decade.</strong></div>
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This one is kinda good yet mysterious. I wake from a deep slumber more rested than a well done steak. Then I generally need to take a moment to ponder where I am, what I might've missed, what day it could be as well as remind myself of where I am in life before I can get out of bed - for all I know I've woken up in 2025!</div>
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<strong>Sneezing whenever the wind blows.</strong></div>
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Don't get blown away here by specifics. This instant wind - exhaust reaction is not strictly limited to outside wind, it can also be when the air conditioning shifts in temperature, when a door is opened or even just when someone passes by too swiftly - the nostrils will sense it and release up to 5 times before they are satisfied we are clear tunnels again.</div>
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<strong>Feeling tired all the time.</strong></div>
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ALL the time. Similar to PMS this is a symptom you never know you have, or why you have it until after the fact. I will dose off on the train, get to work and want to nap and be yawning by 7.30pm that night, all sources of energy depleted until the wind changes again.</div>
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Such a cracker - waking up as another vamp in the Volturi coven. Again, there is the initial panic thinking it could be pink eye, until the wind changes and its back to blue eyes Bourke.</div>
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This is the main symptom that leads the people to ask if I am sick - understandable. However half the time I am not even aware I am sniffing and you want to know why? Because there is no snot with the sniff, its merely me breathing. Yes, just me gasping through my nostrils to get some air traction through them so I am not Darth Vadaring my way about my day. Sucking up the oxygen of life - not sniffing.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">The kind of day that unleashes, and fuels your inner critic. Her voice taking over and planting seeds of doubt all through your confidence zones. You know the kind of day I'm talking about?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">I'm mindful to not define myself by my work, yet in saying that, what I do for a living isn't just a job for me, its a career. Constantly a goal or achievement to accomplish, I always go into work wanting MORE - my inner Yonce demands more from myself, yearns to do big things and make a difference. I live it, I breathe it, I am switched on all the time thinking of new ideas, seeking inspiration and studying everything within my industry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">When you have a day that unexpectedly just knocks you off your ladder, it tends to make you think - am I even good at the thing I love doing?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">So many self tormenting thoughts went through my mind today, those questions that punish us women more often than not. You know the ones:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Why can't I be better?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Why is my best not enough?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Maybe I'm not enough</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Have I made the wrong choice?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Will this ever get better?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- Will I ever be good enough?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">- What next?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Awful isn't it? I too often let this voice beat me, and honestly it's hard not to. When you put so much of yourself in yet keep getting knocked down, it does become personal - because it's <em>your</em> work not being enough for the task at hand. My love for my career is a big part of my life when you have a few blows that make you question what you thought were your strengths - how do you fight back? It's like in order to succeed, you need to back yourself yet this is hard when you have given all you've got and you're left wondering if you <em>are</em> worth backing in the first place. And it sucks when you get to that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">All I (and anyone else who has moments like these) can do, is acknowledge that today sucked. It hurt my confidence and it has made me doubt myself. I'm sure its not the last time I'll feel like this, and it sure as heck isn't the first. I suppose it comes down to how much you want it, doesn't it? All I want it to be the best at what I do and if there are moments when my best just isn't enough, then that just means there is more room to keep trying until I get there.</span><br />
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<strong><em><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Have you ever felt like this before? What's your trick to help you stay steady on that ladder?</span></em></strong>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-62118953932372217912014-08-31T14:17:00.000+10:002014-08-31T14:17:00.503+10:00Siem Reap Reaps Amazement<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Let's be honest, other peoples' holidays are shiiiiiite so if you don't enjoy a good temple, sunrise or food shot then look away now because this is what I'm bringing you from my earlier travels to Cambodia this year. Looking at these holiday snaps makes my heart yearn to go away somewhere again. A timely reminder, I think, to never underestimate what a good getaway can do for your mind, heart and soul.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Nonetheless please enjoy a snippet of Cambodia, this mystical place full of beautiful, happy people. So poor yet always smiling and approachable and caring. The stillness of Angkor Wat temples, the absolute rarity of experiencing calmness combined with wide eyed wonder as I watched that hot ball of fire rise up over such an ancient structure. The photo-bombing talents of my sister. Young children at 'work' selling whatever they can, with the finance skills of Mark Bouris - if they cannot afford school uniforms they do not get an education. Unbelievable. Also young children around the age of 8 balancing babies and responsibility on their hips like a true mother - this concept of cultural difference blew me away. The simplicity of transport, so ridiculous yet efficient. The stark personality contrast between my sister and I, as I had a Sydney style mental breakdown at being lost in a tuk tuk in the backstreets while she giggled it away, taught me to keep perspective (yet hopefully taught her not to trust 12 year old boy drivers in foreign countries so easily!). <br />Pub Street, my absolute favourite venture as we received $3 massages whilst having a beer and enjoying wifi, our pretty rogue night out at this street party where I had a surreal moment of being a part of hundreds of people from around the world all uniting in some Gangnam style dancing and drinking out of buckets. Buckets that left me sobbing the next day over my tombstone reading 'death in Asia' (didn't die, just a bad hangover FYI).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As winter fully sets I find myself really investing in my Single in Sydney behaviours. Want to know what these include?</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No leg shaving or moisturizing</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ben & Jerry's Phish Food...all the time + getting it on my dressing gown but continuing to wear gown for a few more rotations </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Fridays and Saturday nights in with mum and dad</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Reading magazines all day</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not getting changed out of my pjs on the weekends</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Hours of TV series</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Entire days spent shopping and pampering oneself</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Many a train ride gazing at males daydreaming ideal meeting on public transport success scenarios (yet flinching and whipping my head in opposite direction when we accidentally make eye contact = smooooth)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Burning smelly candles for hours</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Living amongst my clothes as it's too cold to tidy up</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">No makeup, no bras, no brushed hair, month old nail polish on my toes</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Boredom sessions on Tinder (but ignoring any points of contact)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Watching my succulents grow like they were my children</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Buying outfits to wear on potential nights out (yet opting to stay in most weekends)</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Eating on a wicker tray so as to avoid getting crumbs in my bed</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Using the boyfriend side of my bed as a desk/storage/bookshelf/wardrobe</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Social media. Work and personal channels. All. the. time. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Napping</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Listening to festivals on the radio. From my bed.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I would say I am in a routine funk but I'm actually pretty happy thriving in my indoor child behaviours. When the weather warms up perhaps motivation will return to make oneself useful on the weekends but for now, bring on another packet of Tim Tams (and mum, hurry up with the gown wash)!</span><br />
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">How are you thriving in hibernation this Winter? Can you beat me?</span></i></b>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-18245660079421918282014-08-17T13:13:00.000+10:002014-08-17T13:13:00.107+10:00Bad Hair Day<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sigh. Winter doesn't agree with my hair.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Currently I have new hair growth so no matter how much hairspray I use, I still look like this by the time I get to work:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It was recently put to me by someone that a lot of my interests are in line with a teenage girls, and that as I steamroll into turning 27, perhaps I 'should' start to align myself with a more mature consumption of interests.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As first, my head started to dig around for grown up interests that I could justify my wayward tastes with... like oh well I...I...I don't mind cheese and wine nights...and...oh well I read the newspaper often...?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But then I thought oh firetruck that! For a second, a brief second, I let this person make me question who I am. And that my friends, is something no friend should ever make you do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So here are some of my interests that I thoroughly with my whole heart enjoy/obsess over - and I like them all, I like them so much that I would happily not act my age for them! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Boy bands:</b><br />Lets be honest, One Direction takes the cake but I am also partial to Backstreet Boys, Nsync, 5SOS, Boyzone, The Vamps, Jersey Boys the musical and many more. You know why? Because they make me HAPPY - how could someone singing about living while we're young, as long as they love me, dancing, dirty pop and being larger than life not bring a smile to your face?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Lame ass words:</b><br />I regularly sprinkle my sentences with a dose of invented words, cliche sayings or casual colloquialisms. I don't care if it annoys you, I am not structuring my sentences for your enjoyments, it's for mine!<br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">See: toodles, doll, ridic, fo shiz, & pet names; see Pooface, Nunkhead, Slav, Lolo, Shedizz, Baz, Johnwa, Corbags, JC Dubs, Wan Wan, Jessmeenda etc etc</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Reality TV:</b><br />Yes, I gladly guilt freely devote hours of my life to watching Kardashians, The Bachie, The Block, Jersey Shore, Rachel Zoe and many more - I don't do it because I am trying to find meaning within the shows that I can then analyse, assess and deconstruct for a cultural comment, I watch it because it's frickin entertaining and an escape from the trappings of actual reality because yes I know these shows aren't real - that's why its enjoyable!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Festivals, gigs and concerts:</b><br />I am a groupie, a fan girl, I ride and die for the music (tongue in cheek) and that's never changing.<span style="font-size: x-small;"><i> (Also throw in here buying merch at all of the above -that's a like that's also never dying out)</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I buy anything and everything. I am in marketing and I am passionate about my industry. If someones hard work or creativity captures my intrigue then by the divine guidance of The Universe and the willingness of my credit card, by golly I will hand over my money to find out more.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Yes, I believe in karmic values. I believe in a greater force making things happen. I believe in trusting The Universe to lead the way and I believe in seeking a higher meaning of life through reading inspirational things, horoscopes, psychics and thought provoking articles - any words that ignite a spark within me or help my mind find reason in a situation.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Street chic/Urban hippy/Skater Girl/Frocked Up/Gangster:</b><br />I like wearing whatever the firetruck I want, and that will rarely be anything that is plain and sensible merely to show others that I am 'mature'. Screw that, you only get one life and I am not going to spend it wasting time dressing for others. Actions and accountability will prove that for me, not my choice of dress, taste in music or my choice of hairstyle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I still live at home and most likely this will be for some time. I don't need to justify this, my circumstances do not me permit to live on my own unless I suddenly have a strong desire for street corners, milk crates and binned food then no, I will not be able to sustain living on my own. This is in no part to not having a huge desire to have my own place, but I choose not to sacrifice location and lifestyle, happiness and finances on living somewhere I am not comfortable in for the sake of being an instant adult. So I wait.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Who doesn't love buying things at a rounded off low dollar price with the option to do this 24 hours a day?!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Beyonce (current alter ego Yonce), Florence, Kelly Clarkson, Katy Perry, Lily Allen, Gaga and the like, inspire me to get out of my head. They remind me with their strong pop empowered lyrics not to get caught up in the little situations, as they are not sitting around ever feeling sorry for themselves, sad over spilt milk or worried about minor work struggles. No, they are teen girl superstars getting out and making something of themselves with a f**k it attitude, so yes in that capacity, I like these girls.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">That's it for me and my youthful taste of life, to be honest I wouldn't know who I was if I didn't like some of these things. I'd imagine I would be quite a boring person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>(and if anyone ever makes you question how your life interests represent you and your worthiness as a whole person, then they my dear friends, need to be the first and only thing you cross off your interests list)</i></span>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-74006207368043093952014-08-03T16:02:00.000+10:002014-08-03T16:02:00.343+10:00Mornings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I've been thinking lately about morning rituals. When I take the time on a Sunday morning to get the paper, get my coffee and go for a walk and eat healthy for the day I feel so still and calm. Self love at its best.</span><br />
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Do you have a morning ritual? They always say the best part of the day starts at 5am and whilst I'm a little while* off voluntarily getting up at that hour, I must admit that lots of my happy moments are best spent sitting with the stillness and freshness that a new day brings.</span><br />
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So I'm going to put an intentional focus on doing more 'morning' things. I'm going to make sure that I spend my Sundays doing what I know makes me feel present and grateful for the exact moment I am a part of. I am going to continue to get to work early and settle into my day in my own time so I can choose how it is going to pan out - I have started that and so far had such success giving myself a bit more time to just go about the day. I am going to take 30seconds to do a big stretch as I wake, before jumping into transforming from bed chic to public chic.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: xx-small;">*define: little while - most likely in another batshit crazy life</span>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-60624266993255541462014-07-27T20:33:00.000+10:002014-07-27T20:33:00.442+10:00All My Loving<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Whilst this post is of a more personal nature, I want you to read it and hopefully have it resonate somewhere within you if you have ever had a little heartache brought on by someone who 'you thought was different', someone you trusted and ultimately someone you completely let yourself be vulnerable to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I'm at a very transitional time in my life, a time where I am SO SO aware of every thought and every action. Recently, I was hit with a few roadblocks all at once and by gosh it took the wind out of my sails. When your love life goes amiss, and your treasured work haven turns upside down, it truly becomes hard to find your feet and a sense of purpose when the things that made you smile have gone to shit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am a big believer in finding the lessons in things. Are you?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">With my topsy turvy dose of what I can only describe as emotional hell lately, the kind where people close to you are the ones causing these negative headspace and yucky feelings, to be honest I just am not sure of what this lesson is and I certainly have spent my fair share of time considering the 'but why's' of it all - this kind of self torture doesn't help anyone, least of all me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I cant speak for others actions, nor can I find the answers by re-living the hurts so what I AM going to do instead, is choose to move forward, I am choosing light and choosing not to dwell in the little holes left by these men, friends and exes, because I know they will be filled one day and I also am going to choose to treasure the moments of light I did have with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">So sending you all love.</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wish you and your girlfriend happiness in your new home</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I wish your career well and that your times with the boys bring you happiness</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I send you love to your new life overseas and the adventures you are having</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am proud you have accepted your true self and cant wait to watch your journey as the real you continues</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope that you find the girl that makes you honest and accountable</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope that you stop being tempted to stray from your partner. I hope that you be a better boyfriend</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope your travels are magical</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I really hope, that people will get to see the side of you I knew, loved and adored. I hope they get to feel the way you helped me feel. Even if I don't get to be there with you anymore, I hope that I encouraged you to continue to keep being a better person, to think through your actions and to believe in yourself as a good person. I hope the important people see you do that.</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hope you find what you're looking for, I hope the moments you had with me were nice. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am sorry to those that I have hurt, I hope in my times of feeling unsure I haven't left anyone too broken, and in the same sense, I hope that my role in your lives helped redirect you all to where you need to be.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My advice for you, the reader - send them love. The past is done, the future cannot be controlled so live in the present and offer your well wishes as a present in the NOW. Go on, try it - put some magical love into the world whether you are receiving it or craving it, be the person spreading some lovely energy out into the world, that's the best you can do so do it well xx</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br />Earlier on this year I had an express getaway to the land of Asia. In a sentence, it was such an eye opening life changer for me. For those who know me, my holiday style is not normally one of roughing it, literally I would be the first to complain about no wifi in my hotel room so on booking this adventure, my word I was anxious at how I'd cope - but to my delight I flourished!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am not sure if it was just gaining that sense of global perspective that is sometimes unclear to remember when in Sydney but I enjoyed every second of it and would gladly go back to explore more of this insane place. The first stop was Bangkok:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Temples that were so intricately designed and the rules to access so unfathomably strict</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The first taste of riding in flimsy tuk tuk taxis to get from A to B, bartering with no chance in hell of knowing if you've scored a good deal or not</span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The air thick yet inviting as you become accustomed to the constant wave of heavy heat working against your hair and makeup, having to just decide to embrace it as the norm 1 hour into landing here </span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The raw mayhem and pure magic of the infamous Khao San Road where I really was (self) inducted into One Night In Bangkok traditions! I loved just wandering the street late at night, seeing all the characters, the locals and the tourists ( you could also clearly pick any fellow Shire traveler which was amusing), the instant friends we made, the street food and the whole atmosphere was just travel at its purest form - something I had never experienced before..</span></li>
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LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-65050308560987546322014-07-13T18:48:00.001+10:002014-07-13T18:48:17.705+10:00EVERYTHING IS OK IN THE END<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From every end, is a new beginning. Sometimes, the hardest part is getting started and letting yourself go with the new beginning, trusting that what it will bring you will be exactly what you need.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">But that's exactly what I'm going to do. It's what I need to do. Blogging took a back seat for a while as I lost myself in the ups and downs of life and I think to a point, I almost held off coming on here to write as I feared what I might actually type. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">All it took, was to start again. To take the jump and feel the pull toward what makes you happy. Before you know it, a new start has begun as everything flows and business continues as usual.</span><br />
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<br />LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-57328923767836104602014-01-03T16:09:00.000+11:002014-01-03T16:28:08.599+11:00The Bachelor US Nail-Biting Recap<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well I just watched The Bachelor US and sweet holy guacamole I was on edge of my seat the entire time! These girls are so terribly invested in the fairy tale ending...in particular, the story ending with Sean Lowe.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Meet the girls. Sean has abit of a type...</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">It was a tough play, both were little, bubbly brunettes who loved being 'goofy' with Sean. Lindsay was really cute and loved a laugh and she was initially my favourite for this episode. By episode I mean 3 hour battle up the aisle! Catherine didn't do too much for me to start with, except that I did find her edgy and just soo chilled - she wasn't too gushy about Sean, just enjoyed herself in each moment. (Whereas sweet Loony Lindsay quite confidently dropped some pretty big love bombs such as</span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> 'this is the day I get engaged'</i><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> and </span><i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">'I love his family and am so excited for how they are about to make my life so much better'.</i><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lindsay also thought it would be soo 'goofy' to rock up in a wedding dress on the first night...</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Needless to say, poor Lindsay lost out and spent the car ride back to the airport sobbing gut wrenchers like the following:</span><br />
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<li><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"All my life I've wanted this, it was dangled in front of me then ripped away"</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Everything I've ever wanted I had, and now someone else has it instead"</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Why, why?"</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"How could he do this to me?"</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"It's not fair"</span></b></li>
<li><b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I don't want to be alone"</span></b></li>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Her world tumbling down around her (cue next shot with flames coming out her eyeballs)</span></b></div>
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The <i>'how could he do this'</i> and <i>'I dont want to be alone'</i> moment</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here's what I was yelling (with my mind) through the screen to the poor sod....</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>"All my life I've wanted this, it was dangled in front of me then ripped away"</b><br /><i>It's OK. If you have wanted this all your life you will still continue to want it. Now you know how much it means to you and will have an even greater appreciation when the RIGHT One is dangled in front of you and you pull him off the hook and name him Sqooshy and call him yours forever.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>"Everything I've ever wanted I had, and now someone else has it instead"</b><br /><i>It's OK. If it belongs to someone else then why would you want what's theirs? It's not a mistake, look for how you can take this experience and make yourself even better for Sqooshy! Wait for what's yours - its coming!</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Why, why?</b><br /><i>There is no why. Don't seek for the why. It's a morbid question that will only plunge you further into the depths of TimTams and tissues. Think of the times you have turned down a guy because something just wasn't quite right- it's not them, it's YOU and what YOU want for YOU. Accept what's happened. Embrace it, and move forward even stronger than you thought you were. You are only dealt what you can handle.</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>How could he do this to me?</b><br /><i>Oh Blind Lindsay. He didn't 'DO' it to you, he did it to himself. This is what he needs and is whats right for him. It has nothing to do with you as a person! Side note: Poor Sean was actually gutted in having to make a choice and hurt you- He couldn't have both of you (swingerz) so he choose the One he felt strongest for in his heart. Would you really want to be with someone who didn't want to be with you?</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>It's not fair...</b><br /><i>Nope, it's not. But neither is wishing away your life for him and ending up on the sweet receiving end of an inevitable heartbreak down the track when those feelings have multiplied by a million and yet something is still missing...You've gotta have the shit times so when the good times roll into your life you can look back and go 'oh my, why did I waste so much time on that?'</i></span></li>
<li><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>I don't want to be alone >>>> (Lindsay is 24...)</b><br /><i>Dear dear Lindsay, you WONT be alone!! And if by the very slim shake that you are, it will be because you will have chosen that as your path and you will be happy with that choice!</i></span></li>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Considering <i><b>I</b></i> used to be this kid...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was pretty impressed with mine and Lindsay's chin wag!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After the tragic Lindsay incident, me and the live audience are waiting for Sean's proposal...but Catherine has sent him a letter instead! He opens it anndddd cue very poorly timed torturous ad break.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The audience and me are now nail-less as Sean returns to our screens reading the letter. We are all nervous as Catherine has been such a cool cat this entire 'journey', its very possible she has decided this love game ain't her thang and is about to ink-dump Sean leaving him with NO ONE! But ballzy Catherine's voice over quickly brings us a sigh of relief as it turns out she fights for what she wants and has written the letter proposing to HIM!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sean says<i> "every time we say goodbye I miss you...I don't want to say goodbye anymore"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Catherine nearly vomits with the overwhelm of love she is feeling. She says <i>"I'm so addicted to you....you're so my prince"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Ahh LOVE it!!!</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I too, would love Ring. I mean Sean...</span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Enter traditional Bachelor elephant as they are her favourite animal and in keeping with all other love successes of past seasons, we know Thailand means bareback elephant rides into the sunset. Catherine is so <i>that</i> cool as she, quite simply, exclaims <i>"that's so awesome..you're my fiancé...this is cool." </i>Yeah Catherine, it IS awesome!</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This is what lurrrvveeee looks like. These two kids are SOO goofy, nawwww!</span></b><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Love Lesson 1: Catherine was laidback and embracing of the chance to find love. She had been hurt in the past- just like everyone else- so she was abit cautious yet being a strong independent female she was sending out major love attraction beams to Sean and resulted in wooing him with her natural carefree approach to life. The Lindsays, are reminded of what they want not as punishment so they can sob in the ego of<i> 'oh but why dont I have that'</i>, but so they can appreciate the end goal when it arrives.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If there is one thing I know about boyz, it's that he will only arrive when you are ready. Those loved up love gods aren't sitting on their lovesacks caught up in One Direction DVDs forgetting about you - they are calmly watching you go along your journey, smiling as you find your own way to readiness, and usually, Sqooshy will only pop into your life once you have learnt to love YOURSELF first.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The After The Rose special saw Lindsay come back and thank Sean for the experience. She was genuinely happy for him and Catherine, with retrospect she was able to appreciate that the experience showed her what she wanted and realise that even though it did hurt she is now so much more of a stronger person. You go girl!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Edit: Ohh but THEN she spent the next part of the interview drilling Sean asking <i>'what went wrong/what changed/when did he know/what was wrong with her/what did she do wrong?'</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Love Lesson 2: Don't pretend to be OK either, that wont hurry up the process!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Sooo still not quite there girl but she nearly had it!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now what about when you are 'dating' someone, how much do you love it then?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For me personally, I always offer to pay when <i>(in the very rare instance)</i> I am out with a male. In my mind I tend to think, well we both work and we are both here so we can both pay. HOWEVER in saying that, it does become tricky when said male just LETS you pay. The voice in your head then says <i>'Nooooo! I was totally hoping I wouldn't so I can buy that new dress tomozzles'.</i> Food vs imagined new wardrobe can cause stressors in a chickos life. Funny isn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I dated a guy once who was such a dollar whore. We would be out and it would come to paying and he had three sweet and reliable maneuvers he would pull:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">1. Read the bill, break it down and casually inform me '<i>oh just put in $43 for you then'</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">2. Say no no I got this. I would melt and thank him and feel like such a chuffed dame. Until then at our next venture, the bill would arrive and he would look at me pointedly and say '<i>did you wanna get this one?'</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">3. Take my fake offer of a pineapple with no protest and quietly put it down to pay with...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Umm hello gentlemen of The Shire, when your lady date lays down a fiddy - it's a fake move ALWAYS a fake move. No lady wants to pay a sweet yellow on a first date, she is PRETENDING!! This is a trick to see how white knight on a horse you can be. Everyone knows a fiddy is too much, and too awkward of a note to have to try and break down - hence why a dame offers it up in the first place, as one doth know the fiddy will be shortly returned to her wallet for further use toward pretty garments.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Going forward should a lady offer you her highest bill, politely decline and if she persists then come to an arrangement. I am more than happy to pay my fair share on a recurring dating stretch but on the first date this is a no no. A young lad needs to woo a girl and make her feel worth being paid for, particularly when dining in The Shire when the bill total would rarely go over $50 anyway!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Another time when I was on THE WORST DATE EVER (<i>read: another post for another day)</i>, it was the opposite scenario where I almost got in fisticuffs with said date over a bottle of water! (<i>I feel the need to add here he was of Croatian heritage and hence had a very fiery Croatian passion)</i>. He had paid for dinner and took me for ice cream, all very lovely and at the ice cream shop I felt abit parched so grabbed a water from the fridge to buy myself, which little did I know was to be the start of a showdown between me and date. The poor awkward server girl watched on, as we politely but firmly had our first fight (<i>that went for a ridiculously long period) </i>over who pays for the water. For the water for the love of money!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Or how about the time I went to lunch with a colleague (<i>read: Non date scenario</i>) and he got up to pay and returning to the table, I thanked him for lunch to which he looked shocked at my assumption he had just paid for both us! Can I get a hashtag awkward??</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">What are your thoughts on the Australian Dollar? Needeth the lady pay on the first courting or shall the knight lay down the coin?</span></i><br />
<br />LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-15100513050889265812013-10-22T21:28:00.004+11:002013-10-22T21:28:45.987+11:00Rollercoasting Changes<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lately I have been trapped in an amusement park that is my life. As a wise man (<i>Ronan Keating</i>) once said (<i>sang</i>) 'life is a rollercoaster just gotta ride it'...and holy moly am I riding it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I feel as if the emotions I have been dealing with of late have me on a rollercoaster that unfortunately is dipping and dropping and spinning around and I'm waiting for the slow climb back up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My career is whooping my ass at the moment and although it is one of the most important things in my life, I feel like the ride has whipped the ground out from under me. I can't keep up, sapped of all energy and without a moment spare to even attempt to shine bright like a diamond (<i>Rihanna</i>) and be good at what I do. Feeling like I've taken two steps forward, ten steps back, flying by the seat of my pants instead, and none of it in my control. Losing my confidence all because time won't permit some self love and nourishment. If the ride could just get to the top and stop if only to give me a minute to catch my breath. The winds are bringing change with it and my lacklustre acceptance toward changes in my life means that I am also struggling to embrace what the unknown holds for me. Instead, I am focusing on what I am losing, not what I could be gaining.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I do that sometimes, (<i>often</i>) I live in my past and worry that I don't know what my future holds. I yearn for what I have lost, rather than be content with what I now have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In other life news, God I am angry. I have so much anger and I don't know where to direct it. Again, change comes beyond my control over something long ago dealt with and boy am I struggling. If I were a ice-cream sundae then I certainly have been dressed with multiple cherries on top. When change happens, and you can't control it- how do you process it? Hurt and hatred combine like powers of the Captain Planet team <i>(oddly enough, not my first Captain Planet reference on this blog).</i> I am lost in my extreme feelings of anger because they are almost drowned by helplessness. Smothered by absolutely no clue as to what path to take next, what step to take forward and leave the past where it belongs AND do it all with acceptance and peace. I am empty, lost and angry, and have nowhere to offload it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">This post may sound sad but it's not. I started with a quote from Ronan for goodness sake, that is pure joy in itself! I am just overwhlemed by life and feelings and I can't get off the ride to stop the dizzy. Of course, I have my seatbelt and vomit bucket (<i>friends</i>) but I just want to sit down with some fries and watch the show. Instead I'm stuck on the bloody rollercoaster!</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Have you ever felt like you were on a ride and couldn't get off? Or did you go and play it safe with the moving clowns heads instead?</span></i>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-65594748257634625392013-08-16T11:00:00.000+10:002013-08-16T11:00:02.804+10:00Happy Birthday<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I love birthdays. I am currently experiencing my one for the year 2013 and I am in love. With my birthday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I honestly dread the day that comes when I don't love my birthday. I hope it never happens. I don't understand those people that cringe when their birthday is approaching. The people who don't want to celebrate it or say oh its just another day. I feel sorry that they want to just let it slide past uneventfully. Um no its not just another day, its your BIRTHDAY!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I feel we should all take the time, (it only comes around once a year!) to enjoy the fact that this is your day, a whole day (or month if you're me) about you. Where your family and friends celebrate and give thanks and gratitude to YOU. It may sound silly but I love celebrating birthdays, not strictly just mine, I love making someone feel special and putting thought into a gift, a party or just words in a card. Yes you may share this date with millions of others around the world but it is special because it is YOUR date.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Don't look at it as a pain or another dreaded day to be swept under the rug, look at it as a moment to take stock of your life, who and what is in it. For me, I treat each birthday like New Years Eve, its a second chance to take a minute to appreciate everything around me and to reassess my path I am on and what direction I want to go. A time to show appreciation for whoevers special day it is, as we all know we get caught up in the hustle and bustle and often forget to be appreciative of people in our life. Treat birthdays as a reminder to show thanks for that person. I may look silly getting so excited over my birthday, it may be viewed as immature but it makes me happy, feel GOOD, invigorated and super excited- how can that be silly? It's a breathe of fresh air as another year passes. Time to reflect and be grateful for life. And to celebrate ME!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><br /><b>#1</b> <u>When guys dance with you and put their hands on your hips to move you.</u> No thanks, I may dance like an awkward white gurl but you trying to steer this ship makes me move even more stiffer than an ironing board.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#2</b> <u>Girls in the toilets.</u> What makes going to da clubz suddenly extend your bladder emptying experience to four times the length? We all know that waiting in the line is a bitch so why not respect the sistahood and get in and out in an efficient space of time?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#3 </b><u>Dancefloor pickup lines.</u> A boy smiled at me and <strike>squeaked</strike> said <i>"you are just soo cute!!"</i>. Thanks, you have just ever so smoothly taken me from thinking I was semi pleasing to look at to now having made me feel like I am a small novelty kitten, now boys come at me! WTF</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#4</b> <u>Taxis. </u>Job description: to pick up one roadside human and deliver them to the safety of their home. Repeat. Why on earth do they all drive by you so it becomes a lucky dip when a cab finally stops to get you? If there is no one in your car, this means you are free...to DO YOUR JOB!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#5 </b><u>Age.</u> Few people asked how old I was as I was out for a birthday outing (mine). And by people, I mean small children. Small male children. Clearly all my own age bracket were at home tucked up in bed doing the sensible thing. These children then proceeded to die in shock horror surprised by the fact, that I could actually be their older sister/babysitter as opposed to their winning catch for the evening. Eww save me the trauma of their fresh baby faces!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#6 </b><u>Stage 10 clingers. </u>Or as I like to call them, pillars. They all stand around the outskirts of the dancefloor just watching. Everytime you accidentally glance that way, oop there they are! Maybe I'm being paranoid...no, no there they are again. Creeeeppppyyy</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#7 </b><u>When the DJ slows the music to a dead beat. </u>How awkward is it when you're all Britney Bitch on the dancefloor then Mister Music does some weird morph of the beatz and you go from fist pumping to slow motion still, accompanied by nervous giggle and looking around challenging anyone to do something different. When the people are moving keep the music moving!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#8</b> <u>Boys Dancing.</u> This isn't a pet hate at all. I revert to #6 and admit I too become a pillar when there is a guy who knows how to dance. I love it, so fascinating and hot. I am partial to watching someone shuffle and even more partial when an everyday type of street fella walks in all So You Think You Can Dance, busts out and just owns the space, then struts off like 'whatevs yeah I just did that'. But if he dares puts those hands on my hips the magic dies and I become a pillar in all senses of the word. Sigh..</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>#9</b> <u>Compliments. </u>I had a Gatsby dress theme just for shits because who doesn't love a dress up? However I was regularly stopped to be complimented on my outfit, which was really really lovely. Besides the fact our modern culture meant that majority of my public complimeters confused the term 'flapper' for 'slapper'. Slapper it is!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Contrary to how this post sounds I actually had a really fun night and could be easily persuaded to do it again! (in another years time- let's not get too carried away)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><i>* saying clubzzz makes me feel cool</i></span>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-37190156680205200732013-06-30T16:57:00.004+10:002013-06-30T16:57:50.744+10:00The Politics of Inspiration<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Look I will begin this post with full disclaimers in that by no means do I pretend to write with a voice that has any reputable grounding whatsoever in the world that is politics. But with recent events having come to light the past week in Australian politics, it has triggered a response I felt the need to write about.<br /><br />Our Prime Minister Julia Gillard was bumped by Kevin 07 to take back the top seat in the job (long story short). What affected me more was the post fallout response in the world of blogging. It is it fair to say a mass amount of female writers instantly jumped on the feminist bandwagon and cried out in uproar, too easily playing the jaded woman card. Women writers that I aspire to be like, that I read and am inspired by daily suddenly irritated me with the big 'who ha' over how since we have lost a female role model, what will happen to all the little girls of the world now that the only female reign of power has ceased?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">See I think that's incorrect. It was wonderful to see the world progress to a position that could have a female leading the country- purely because it was a first. But from what I know, she wasn't doing a fabulous job and lost her footing to have yes, a man come back to take the rightful role. Why, are the women of Oz all in a rage that now the future generations suddenly have no role model? Who follows a role model that simply, was not doing a great job? It is all well and good to hold the title of a very powerful job- but if you are not getting the job done then existing in that role in the wrong ways is hardly something to aspire to. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Personally, (and remember this post is <i>entirely</i> my personal opinion-someone who does not know liberal from labour) I think role models are an amazing thing, and if you are seeking for that extra zest in your life to encourage you to reach your dreams - you seek out a role model that helps you get there. Which could be the checkout girl at Kmart, a male writer, it could be a female colleague, a male public personality, it could be a pop star and it could be a female politician. Regardless of your hopes and dreams if you find someone to inspire you, then they will still do that. I don't believe just because a women no longer leads this country that now all future women will fall to pieces without such a public figure to look up to. I find it a little ye olde that we still feel the need to so publicly bang on and fight this battle of mars vs venus. If someone is right for the job, and will get the job done successfully then so be it. I don't think that we suddenly need to strive to have females hold all the top roles in the universe just so the rest of us sistahs can have something to 'aspire' to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">For me, I have multiple role models in both the female and male form from a BROAD range of skills that inspire me daily. Roxy Jacenko, Zoe Foster Blake, Gala Darling, Asher Keddie, Jessica Rudd, Kerri Sackville, My Mum, my three female cousins, and my female team mates at work.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"> + Richard Branson, Johnny Depp, My Dad, My Uncle, many male bosses/colleagues I've had, Ian Kenny, Dave Hosking and many, many male musicians that inspire me with just one lyric of their music.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I think it's wrong that we are sending out the message to the little girls of disappointment, of resenting men, of 'oh that's a pity now we no longer have a female prime minister all the dreams shall die out a little all simply because a man leads the way instead of a female'. <b><i>Why should it be any different based on gender?</i></b> As long as we are striving for equality across then genders then if a little girl has the dream to one day lead the country - then that dream should exist and be inspired by the people who have reached that role, who get the job done successfully. Not rest on the ideal of waiting to see a female get there first, that you could only ever achieve your goal if another female gets there first.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Go out on your own, find your own role model in any way, shape, form or sex. Find the magic in whatever it is that lights the spark within you to motivate you to make the most of your life and be the best at what you do. Don't wait for a public figure to set the tone for what you can achieve. Maybe the power a male holds in a certain role could inspire you to get that for yourself?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">If equality is to be reached then step out and achieve what makes you feel powerful and great at life- don't wait to be led into your dream, jump into it headfirst yourself!</span>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-48647920209663267132013-06-24T16:46:00.000+10:002013-06-24T16:46:26.494+10:00Under the Weather<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I fell sick this weekend. It all began with a husky voice that developed on Thursday, I kinda liked it. Come Friday the 'black lung' cough began, just the one exertion that triggered every 15 minutes, and worsened at times it would be awkward to cough i.e in business meetings and on train. Saturday I was feeling run down and struggling with feeling the effects of a very busy past two months. Sunday brought with it the blocked nose and the need for bed rest and today I am bed bound, powering through the tissues and too weak to do anything.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's funny how when you are sick the true patient reveals itself. You generally hit your rock bottom, where the top is strong and rational, and the bottom is victim of the decade. I've heard text messages go off and its taken me an hour before I work up the energy to pick up phone from right next to me and reply. I've looked at my bookcase, just staring wondering what I might read next should I ever be able to walk over to it and select a book. I've attempted to clean out my gmail by embracing the time to go through each mail yet getting bored after the first line of every blog post/promotion and deleting it anyways. I can't sleep as I feel unproductive. I've planned out my entire return to work with what will need to be tackled first. I've envisioned my next run at the gym. I can't be bothered getting up to go to the toilet so I have been surviving by tipping a droplet of water into my mouth every few minutes. My lips are cracked and dry but God knows how far away the relief of a good lip gloss could be. I'd like some fresh air but that's also outside of my bedroom. I'm abit hungry but food is downstairs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It's funny how we can't relax when our body calls for it. Whilst I've been in bed all day guilt has hovered over me,with missing work and getting caught behind in my workload, with not having kept up with my blog lately, guilt over the magazines that come into the house yet none get read- they pile up resembling a new IKEA bedside table! Watching the time pass and then feeling more guilty for not having stopped and tried to enjoy the rest that my body has been crying out for. Vicious cycle anyone?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When my health returns *said with one hand resting frailly across forehead* I wish to come up with some structure and plans to look forward to, to invest in my own health and well-being and to make the most of my time to not get caught up in it all. Stay inspired and motivated. Care along the way will prevent a sick day! (hey-look at that, girl <i>can</i> write catchphrase rhyme when on deathbed!)</span>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-34477389278763509202013-05-19T13:08:00.003+10:002013-05-19T13:08:57.316+10:00Finding Ones Feet<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The thing about being a single twenty something, is that you have to strike a balance between being happy and independent, and yet also needing others in your life to be dependable as that's what you have. The value in having another another half <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(a luffer if you wish)</span></i> is that you always have someone on your team. When all around you people are in couples, they are all these teams you are up against as a solo player. That's where family and friends come into play as essentially they are your team mates. These players are 'your person' <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(said Yang to Grey)</span></i>, so when you are sad, mad or bad <span style="color: #741b47;"><i>(said Dr Seuss) </i></span>, they are the ones you turn to, to get you back out on the field again. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">In saying that, there are times when not everyone is on your team. You can turn to them for advice, support or a cud cud and they are singing a different tune. In the end, when you are not getting what you need from your team, as a single twenty something it is very easy to stray down the path of confusion, in wishing, missing wishing for strawberry kisses <span style="color: #741b47;"><i>(said Nikki Webster) </i></span>and craving to have that other soul half in your life, just so you have that stability of a in good times or bad support system- happy wife, happy life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The past year I have gone through a transition where I have very much had a security blanket of always coming home to my two supporting team mates and finding every solution to every problem in a giggle with them. If I had a bad day the cure would be some treatment from my sistahs and all would be ok again. Yet life as I knew it, had to change, the fast pace of growing up sweeping our little nest off the branch and now I find I can feel lost, dealing with being the eldest sister who lives at home, while Khloe has left, struck a Beyonce level of independence and very much grown into her own life, and Kourtney is living the life of a serious loved up lover/late teen busy busy busy on her own. As much as you depend on others in your life, there is also a natural urge to feel like others still need you as well. All while this happens I am still.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The twenty somethings are all about growing and finding yourself. I think constantly having your constants turn upside down is all for a reason, and I believe that you need to learn how to first and foremost manage on your own, as things change around you and often move away from the comfort you had come to depend on. This isn't necessarily bad, as much as I crave the old days there is no point living in the past and I am proud that I am the keeper of two younger, independent models in my life-but it is hard, to work out the next step for myself and be my own cheerleader. I can't control how relationships/friendships change, nor can I control what I get out of them but I can control what I do next. It can be hard to find ones feet when you feel abit angsty <span style="color: #741b47;"><i>(a la Swifty style),</i></span> like the players just don't get you anymore but rather than be wounded by this need for approval find solace in the fact that:</span><br />
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<i style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 14px;">Alabama, Arkansas, I do love my Ma & Pa <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Not the way that I do love you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Holy Moley, Me-oh-My, you're the apple of my eye <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Girl, I've never loved one like you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Man, oh man, you're my best friend, <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I scream it to the nothingness <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />There ain't nothin' that I need <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Well, hot & heavy, pumpkin pie, <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />chocolate candy, Jesus Christ <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />There ain't nothin' please me more than you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ahh, Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Let me come Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Home is wherever I'm with you<br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />La la la la, take me Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Mama, I'm coming Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I'll follow you into the park, <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />through the jungle, through the dark <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Girl, I've never loved one like you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Moats & boats & waterfalls, <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />alley ways & pay phone calls <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />I've been everywhere with you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />That's true <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />We laugh until we think we'll die, <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />barefoot on a summer night <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Never could be sweeter than with you. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And in the streets we're running free, <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />like i's only you and me <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Geez, you're somethin' to see. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ahh, Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Let me come Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Home is wherever I'm with you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />La la la la, take me Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Mama, I'm coming Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="line-height: 1.4;">Ahh, Home </span><br />Let me come Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Home is whenever I'm with you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Ahh, Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Let me come Home <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Home is when I'm alone with you <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="line-height: 1.4;">Alabama, Arkansas, </span><br />I do love my Ma & Pa <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Moats & Boats & Waterfalls, <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Alleyways & Pay phone Calls. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Home is when I'm alone with you. <br style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Home is when I'm alone with you.</i><br />
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(<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjFaenf1T-Y" target="_blank">Vid came from here</a>)<br /><br /><br /><i><span style="font-size: x-small;">Are you going through any big changes? Is twenty something overwhelming you? Do you sometimes feel like you are still while everything races ahead? Would love to hear your stories x</span></i>LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-33898902579358351942013-05-02T21:29:00.000+10:002013-05-02T21:44:48.989+10:00Additional Education<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">From what I gather your twenties are about self discovery and finding out who you are. Well this week I had a light bulb moment. You really cannot put your happiness in other people's hands.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">When I was younger, I had two life defining instances where the person I thought I was, and the life that I lived were tossed and turned completely upside down, and for want of a better word, the life as i knew it, was pulled from under me by two people that I had empowered to define who I was. This left me lost, unsure, and incredibly hurt and confused as to how I could be spat out by people that I had given all if myself to. It was part of growing up for me, and granted, I don't think I would go back and change a thing as hellish as it was at the time, I would not be what I am without having been thrown out if that friendship nest, twice, and left to pick myself up.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As a young adult <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(or mid range adult if I remain honest)</span></i> I have become someone who now recognises the value in having certain people in my life, choosing to have them close to me, rather than by default. Along the way, I am still very much learning the need to manage my own expectations. I am still very quick to trust that people will have same values and respect as me. This trait, often still smacks me in my mid range face as I tend invest too much of my desired and sometimes expected, outcome in others.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It is not other people who can make you happy. You are the only one who can determine where your happiness comes from. Individuals can <i><span style="color: #741b47;">add</span></i> to our happiness, and <i><span style="color: #741b47;">add</span></i> to the experiences you have in life, but they cannot be what makes you happy.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">The lesson today lovely humans <i><span style="color: #741b47;">(I hope!),</span></i> is to live your life looking out for yourself and yourself only. Feel happy and content through your own being. Do not allow yourself to be let down by other people, or to have others prevent you from experiencing your true life. Take your relationships for face value, and protect your own happiness by doing things that make you feel light, energetic and radiant. Even if it means following your path on your own, your most valued relationships should be there to <i><span style="color: #741b47;">add</span></i> to your experience, not <i>be</i> the experience</span>.LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-58160036891226202472013-04-18T12:16:00.000+10:002013-04-18T12:16:21.615+10:00Something Good<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I hereby write the following words as a good will deed to those of you who may be interested in having the best night of your life.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">On the weekend having been paid *thank the Universe* I popped up to ye olde Westfield town to do some messages because I had mullah that would allow me to do such an act. Went into the Chemist to get a script filled and saw a little promo area advertising this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Being a well known bandit for some good marketing, I grabbed myself a box, gave Mishy Bridges <span style="color: #a64d79;">(<i>face of the brand) </i></span>a knowing smile that soon, I too will look like her and continued shopping just as mere old me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Well! Can I just say three nights later and I have had the BEST nights' sleep ever. I take one before bed, read for a little bit until subtly, a feeling of calm washes over you and you are aware that it is now time to close those lids. I start breathing slower and more deeply and feel so RELAXED! <i>Note: none of this is in a trippy over powering way, it is just an ever so slight sense of complete body and mind zen.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I sleep through the night not to be disturbed by anything, my body is hard at work revitalizing replenishing and restoring and other 're' words. I wake feeling like I am RESTED, there is no sluggish wake up, or yawning or feeling of what the hell am I awake for. The past three days I have woken early to go to the gym <i><span style="color: #a64d79;">(to work on that Mishy body)</span></i> and I have not wanted to stab anyone on my journey in. <span style="color: #a64d79;">(<i>Normally there is at least three mental stabbings).</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Here is what the <a href="http://www.naturesway.com.au/our-brands/brand/natures-way/product/rest-restore-night-multivitamin-for-women.html" target="_blank">website</a> says in professional doctory terms:</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i><b style="border: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;">Take a Night Multi - to start your day feeling energetic & refreshed!</b><br /><br />Do you feel worn out, fatigued, not 100%. It’s no wonder- because the human body is not designed to withstand the constant pressure of each hectic day without eventually slowing down or burning out. This is the reason that our body rests and restores itself while we sleep of all the minor damages it has faced during your busy day. If your body does not repair & restore itself properly- it affects your health & vitality every day.<br /><br />That’s why a night multi is an important step you can take to help support your health and well being. It works with your body while you sleep to help the body’s natural recharging and repairing that happens while you sleep, to help you feel renewed and restored every day- so that you can wake up feeling brighter, fresher and more energetic the whole day!<br /><br />Nature’s Way combines the latest nutritional science to bring you Rest & Restore Night Multivitamin for Women, a complete multivitamin with specific doses of ingredients beneficial for female health.<br />Rest & Restore Night Multivitamin for Women is the balanced blend of nutrients which supports a hectic lifestyle by supplementing/filling the nutritional gaps in women’s diets and helping restore everyday energy levels.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Now dear people, honestly go out and try this piece of nutritional science and you will see how one is <i>supposed</i> to feel after a good nights sleep and your evening habits will never look back AND your body and your mind will praise you and you will be happy for ever and ever!</span><br />
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<br />LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-50673315049179843912013-04-14T21:21:00.001+10:002013-04-14T21:21:59.569+10:00A Whole New World<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7059537066260856110.post-90359665658772463222013-03-28T13:48:00.001+11:002013-03-28T13:48:11.531+11:00Call Me Maybe<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Call me maybe is possibly one of my favourite songs. It makes me go from being a smooth operator in a sophisticated classy conversation with someone when I am out to, when I hear <i><span style="color: #a64d79;">I threw a wish in the well</span></i>, being the girl that drops everything and runs to the centre of the dancefloor screaming like a banshee <i><span style="color: #a64d79;">OMG I love this song!!</span>(Note: loving a song is never exclusive- every second song I pretty much declare my intense one off love for)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">However in reality, the thought of people actually calling me makes me cringe. Don't call me. Ever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Call me old fashioned but I really carry some serious resentment for my cellular phone. When I am at home, I usually always leave it upstairs or in my hand bag and check it at interval times that suit me. I like to disconnect, I hate being so available all the time. I hate that we now live in a world that is phone dependent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I do love a texty text. The sound of the beep symbolising someone has sent me the written word. The initial guessing mind game I play with myself of who will it be, and the consideration that I can respond when it suits me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">A phone call on the other hand, gets you at any given moment. Caught between the moral mind field of <i><span style="color: #a64d79;">ergh should I answer now or miss it and then have to call back later?</span></i> You can guarantee that if I have a missed call, I will generally reply with a texty text saying <span style="color: #a64d79;"><i>'whats up?'</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Why? <br />Because I hate being stuck on the phone, making small talk with someone. I hate being on the phone with someone then an hour later seeing them and its like well yep, we've already said all this. I like to use my phone for business only. I will call and say<i> <span style="color: #a64d79;">on my way/where are you/mum where can I find this...</span></i> and I expect a quick and efficient <i style="color: #a64d79;">ok see you soon/in your driveway/aisle 2... </i>in response. I think this comes down to the fact that I am a natural calm planner/soothing organiser/facilitator of madwomen anal characteristics- so when I am getting ready to go somewhere, or I am sitting enjoying some zen time to myself, it really annoys me when the phone rings and all of a sudden I am at someone else's beck and call.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">It could be worse. I could have to deal with the old can and string logistics I suppose. Then I'd have something to really be annoyed about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Phones are rudeness at its worst. I look around the train carriage daily and nearly everyone is always connected to their phone- what happened to being mindful and just being in the environment around you? People watching. Window gazing. Nose picking? We used to do it OK, it's not like this needs to be a joint effort of by our powers combined we must be on phones at all time! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My blood boils when I am in someones REAL LIFE company and they are sitting head down, checking/playing/browsing on their phone- why the feck am I here with you if you are going to be on your phone? I think that is one of the rudest things IN THE WORLD! <br /><i><span style="color: #a64d79;">(That, and acting like you don't enjoy Backstreet Boys/One Direction and Gangnam Style- come on pleaasseeee).</span></i> I take great offense to this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I just think that a texty text is so much more discreet. It allows you to initiate your point of contact and it gives the recipient the time to reply when it suits best. Phone calls are impersonal; sitting talking on a rectangle object looking around me, leads the way to high distraction levels- I would much more prefer to meet up in person and really let me engage and listen to you. <i><span style="color: #a64d79;">(If you promise to leave your goddamn electronics in your bag).</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Disclaimer: obviously friends and family are encouraged to call me maybe when you need a good ear, or want to spontaneously share something funny via vocal tones. Call me if you need to lock in plans or confirm details to ensure efficient social activity planning <i><span style="color: #a64d79;">(that's my favourite kind of call!)</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Just please don't call me 'just because'. It makes me awkward. Message me 'just because' and that's just as special.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Not to be deterred, I too would like to support her article with my take of massage time<span style="color: purple;"> <i>(the ending was not happy).</i></span> Now I am a bandit for a yental massage <i><span style="color: purple;">(note: yental as in my funny way of saying oriental, not to be confused with my mothers interpretation of Jew)*</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">After a very intense two weeks comprising of one week working long hours and a second week eating, living, sleeping <i><span style="color: purple;">(not really)</span></i>, breathing, drinking <span style="color: purple;"><i>(oh there was drinking), </i></span>being onsite for my event<i><span style="color: purple;"> ('my' as in an internationally successful company at large that I am a blip on the radar of)</span></i> I was TIRED.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Majority of my workplace wonderful soul sistahs got to then have a long weekend to relax. I however was the lucky recipient to have to then drop roll into my 5 day study cave<i><span style="color: purple;"> (its so lonely in here, not the nicest of caves)</span></i> in order to learn a semester's worth of work for an upcoming exam <i><span style="color: purple;">(this post may or may not also be an excellent procrastination result).</span></i> <br />I thought, being such a bandit for the yental massage, on my first day of hell I would start it with a trip to ye olde Westfield town to get a good knot releasing rub down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I was first in to the shop, a sweet little lady <i><span style="color: purple;">(smiling assassin)</span></i> ushered me in and offered me the oil option, to which I replied happily, <i>why not, this is such a treat!</i> <i><span style="color: purple;">(wrong)</span></i>. I lay ready, she scuffs in and places two hands on my back and ahhh i instantly relaxed <i><span style="color: purple;">(instant defined here as no one will ever invent noodles as instant as that moment)</span></i>, she then began to pummel her superhuman strength down into my back. Initially, it was like slight-cringe-but-I-can-see-how-this-will-feel-good-after feeling <span style="color: purple;"><i>(wrong)</i></span>, then as she pinched nerves in my neck I didn't know I had, she softly giggles and asks <i>yoh okkahhyy?</i> To which a normal human might say <i>no mother f**ker I am not</i>. To which I replied, <i>ooh yes, bit sore but fine thanks.</i><br />The knuckle sandwich came next and again, the body weight of a sumo expelling out of this tiny woman and into my tiny back <span style="color: purple;"><i>(insert start of tears and sniffles here)</i></span>, again<i> </i>so softly, <i>yoh okkkahhyy? (giggles) <br />M</i>e: <i>mmmhpphh <span style="color: purple;">*sniff sniff*</span> mmphfiiinnnneee, bit sore but you're fine.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I think its interesting to note that when under the weight of an elephant, most of us tend to take that moment to compliment the work of said gigantor elephant, rather than express our actual feeling of death, <i><span style="color: purple;">(it was death, I saw a light)</span></i> don't we?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I literally cried the entire time, bit my lip and wriggled around as much as I could chanting to myself <i>no pain no gain</i>. Ahhhh the serenity. 1 minute left to go and the small house is now pressing into some gold almighty nugget of knot in my sidal tookus region <i><span style="color: purple;">(aka side butt cheek)</span></i>, now breaking out in a sweat and having to do I'm-in-labour breathing techniques, she giggles and checks if another 5 minutes is <i>okkahhyy</i> so she can do my other sidal tookus region <i><span style="color: purple;">(left butt cheek)</span></i>. <br />Me: <i><span style="color: purple;">(nervous laugh)</span></i> <i>oh sure, ha ha you better get to it then, ooh bit sore but you're fine</i>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Did I mention that the sidal tookus segment of my massage was being performed with the SUV straddled over me on the table, while my leg was bent back up resting playfully next to my ear?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Massage concluded and an extra $5 for the 5 minutes in left sidal tookus region heaven, I stood up to get dressed to find a fellow topless participant in the form of hairy old man lying no less than .5 meters away from me- little Titantic cruise ship forgot to close curtain as she exited so it was almost a boozies ahoy moment for me there. I left sweaty, bruised, tear stained face and with a complimentary unnaturally voluminous 'do.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Oddly enough, its 5 days later and I could semi go back again, just feeling a little bit sore... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I am love to feel someone's happiness, when someone deserves lightness in their world I am the number one cheerleader wishing and hoping nothing but the best happens to them. But when someone does nothing but rant and rave about the awesomeness of themselves, they immediately lose me in translation. Is it not hard to listen to someone speak when all you hear is <i><span style="color: #741b47;">la l</span></i></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><span style="color: #741b47;">a la how good is my life??</span></i> Or even then being cut off by someone who says <i><span style="color: #741b47;">la la la la did I tell you how fricken good my life is yet! </span></i>That annoys me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Share your goods and your bads but get off the mountain top and speak on a grounded level. Not everything will be good all the time, so being boastful and lost in your own world will come back and hit you right in your noisy gloaty face. Likewise, the bad luck I currently see one of my friends constantly being the unlucky recipient of will not last forever and sure enough the reason to be happy once more will come knocking on her door. It is in seeing people down on luck that frustrates me when I am stuck in a conversation with someone praising them self that makes me think <i><span style="color: #741b47;">gah if you can't at least be down to earth about your luck, are you responsible enough to really have it?</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I used to go out with a guy who genuinely thought he was awesome. I knew this because he would often finish a text message with<span style="color: #741b47;"> </span><i><span style="color: #741b47;">'I'm awesome'.</span> </i>Heck, he'd even finish a live sentence with <span style="color: #741b47;"><i>'because I'm awesome'</i> </span>with no hint of humour about it. Hearing someone think this about themselves makes me think, actually you, not so much.<span style="color: #741b47;"> <i>Be awesome, but if you are then the people around you will already know this-they don't need you to remind them of the fact.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">My message is this. Be happy, acknowledge, live and breathe in your good moments. Be mindful you are feeling light and elated with life. Share them with your loved ones. FEEL on top of the world. But share this as an endearing quality of conversation, a story of where you are at right now and what makes you happy. Not a dictatory soapbox tribute to yourself. <i><span style="color: #741b47;">People cant be happy for you when you are busy being too happy for yourself</span></i>. Cause you know, what goes around comes around...</span><br />
<br />LadyBourkehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13947126269901664191noreply@blogger.com0