ode to bunny yaz ♥

♥ i'm just loving these days of freedom with the sun shining, as if the universe is saying to me 'yes, youre back on the right path again now and i'll shine on that'.

i helped out at my incredibly talented cousin giorgia's photo shoot for her new baby clothes range 'cheeky britches' and had a lovely day, getting a taste for a the life of a stylist. i've had lunch on the beach with giorgia, coffee on chapel street with bridie and a picnic on the beach with jerry! really living the life... and making the most of it before i start working again...

i even got the chance to have a long skype chat with my favourite bunny friend, the amazing bunny yasmin.

oh how i miss my bunnies, especially yaz, with her wicked sense of humour and arty eccentricity. what i love most about her is that she's on exactly the same wave length as me. it's not very often that you meet someone who is so similar to you that they have exactly the same hobbies and interests, and who you can cook up a trillion creative ideas with in the space of one phone call. most of the chats i have with yasmin i end up spending laughing my guts up. she has so many hilarious stories and i have to share one of them with you now...

a few years ago she won an english beauty pageant as england's 'miss spain' since her mum is spanish.. she was flown around the world with all the other international contestants to promote the pageant and stage performances, each beauty queen displaying her respective talent. yaz was 'miss spain' but didn't speak a word of spanish and her 'talent' was flamenco dancing, which she had no idea how to do.

they were flown to africa to perform for the king of ghana. it was a grandiose affair with the kings family and all his councillors seated around the stage, all clapping politely at each performance. when it was yaz's turn, she got up and just completely winged it! just invented her own flamenco on the spot!! and for the finale she ripped off the top of her sequined outfit to reveal a matching sequined bikini top underneath! and everyone just clapped politely!
when i heard this story i was in tears.

for yaz's birthday last year i wrote her a poem, which probably has lots of inside jokes that you might not get, but i thought i'd post it anyway:

to yaz; my dearest bunny friend
i'm sad to say we're parting ways
these are all the things i'm gonna miss
of our wonderful playboy bunny days

musical black jack and black jack in spanish
your poems of misery and broken dreams
bludging in the privé massage chair
your jokes and farts in the canteen

ill miss our expeditions and photo shoots
our talks on the world and on every subject
our brainstorming on creative ideas
your 'dont worry, its for my art project!'

ill miss our fun bunny party nights out
pooing in your toilet for the handyman finder
you stealing my things from the bunny hutch
our locker that smells like your vagina!

the way you make everything seem funny
your hilarious stories of beauty queen drama
when i need a giggle i just picture you
flamenco dancing to the king of ghana

to miss spain who only just learnt to say 'hola'
i just know that youre destined for fortune and fame
with simon rolling in the american dollar
soon it'll be in lights that i see your name

you're a diamond in the rough yaz,
youre one in a million
full of life, spirit, soul, pizzazz
Im gonna miss you gazillions

happy birthday to my dear friend yaz,
ill stay in touch... i promise
i dont want to say goodbye to you
so ill just say 'adios, nos vemos'.


:o)

Freeeeeeeeee!!!

 

Ah there's nothing like the feeling of freedom after you've been trapped for a long time in a dark place. That dark place was for me the real-estate industry, which engulfed the past month of my life, six long days a week, becoming seven even!

on saturday i threw in the towel, explaining to my boss that i could feel it in my heart that it wasn't the right path for me. i had somehow imagined a future as a real-estate agent and busted my guts to get the job. i tried my best at doing the job well too... but i was like a fish out of water. or oil trying to mix with water, or something along those lines, you get my gist. the whole vibe repelled me.

there's a good reason people hate real estate agents. because they're salesmen! always hunting for the kill. and to be good at it you must master the arts of trickery, pretence, manipulation and intimidation. its psychology at its most cunning and you don't leave it at work.. it creeps around, follows you home...

i found myself befriending neighbours in the lift, purely to see if they were thinking of selling their flats; leaving shortbread on an old ladies doorstep, of course with the note 'i would love to help you sell your home'..; buying get well cards for strangers; hand delivering letters, all with the aim to reel people in. each day i sat on the phone and called 100 people from my database, hunting for appraisals. you know those infuriating indian telemarketers that call you every day? i now feel their pain.... 'dont take it personally' my colleagues told me. i tried different tactics, different voice tones, different diaologues..... but people know when you want something, and no matter how much you try to shake it off, a harsh rebuke and a hang-up in the face is negative energy.

i don't know if i became someone else in that month or if i just suppressed the good parts of my personality... but the whole thing definitely felt like a long morbid, soulless dream, from which i'm very glad to have woken.

though i'm now unemployed again, i feel reborn, liberated, energized, back to my bubbly self, with a new-found joy for life! i'm flooded with creative inspiration and motivation! maybe it was a good thing, experiencing the loathsome world of corporate sales, because it's kicked me back on track again!

my mum discovered a fantastic sounding course called 'professional photo, film, tv and personal stylist's' course, which i've enrolled in for next month! they say there's a huge demand for stylists and guarantee to find you your first job in the industry... i can see myself as a costume stylist for film or theatre. i would love that in fact!

here's to a new chapter! and to feeling like myself again!

:o)