Raindrops and Rubies: A little Introduction.

Raindrops and Rubies: A little Introduction.: "I am going to begin this blog in a very honest manner, and that is the way that I intend to carry on. So here goes... Cliche I know but ..."

Pray for Peace...

I really don't want to get all sentimental, and at the same time risk sounding like a Barbie doll pageant queen desperate for the crown and probably a shot at being a playboy bunny somewhere beneath those glory hunting intentions, but for I just really want there to be peace. I mean I know that no-one would really not want peace but events within the news recently such as that of Japan, Libya and Bahrain have given me that gut-wrenching feeling, that desperate yet desolate feeling of....Shits going down. It is just heart-breaking that in one continent tens of thousands of people have lost their lives, and many more affected by the disastrous earthquake and Tsunami that hit Japan, and in the Middle-East and many more countries, however the latter in particular due to the current news coverage, who are fighting and causing chaos with their own hands. At least let the tragedies within this world be at the hands of mother nature, not at our own. Without opening up the can of worms which is religion, I just wish that they would just stop, consider those in Japan and count themselves lucky...It's times like these that remind us that we are all human and in the end the only way to live in this world, is to live united. Sometimes who can blame mother nature for wanting to shake us off....

Great article which seems is a refreshing perspective than the UK press

 http://www.nytimes.com/2011/03/17/opinion/17kristof.html?_r=1

I feel like I have abandoned a pair of Kurt Geiger heels without even purchasing them!

It all started out so very well in the beginning and this was, by the way, post-Christmas, Pre-university spring term Post-I-have-eaten-too-many-mince-pies-to-show-my-face-in-public-again. I am sorry, sincerely sorry as I did slightly abandon blogging and alas it is reading week and I am determined to carry on how I first intended, a blogaholic rambling on about everything and anything I can think of. 

Do you know who I blame? Carrie Bradshaw. Yes that's right. Carrie Bradshaw AKA Sarah Jessica-Parker AKA queen of all things reflective and aspiring! I sit there in my morbid student flat, munching on Rainbow Drops, picking them out of my definitely non-existent cleavage as and when they decide to NOT enter my mouth, dreaming, aspiring, begging God for a life like hers! I mean, it's not as if I could go swaggering onto my slightly pretentious University campus of Royal Holloway in a pair of Jimmy Choos, a pheasant attached to my salon perm and Chanel-inspired slightly Madonna meets David Cameron style black suit. Campus security would be called in the fear that an actual Holloway prison jailbird had escaped. This Holloway prison shenanigan I fear will forever haunt me in my future life, it is bad enough now as a favorite joke of my great uncle's to which I have to laugh/play along with, sporting a disgustingly saccharine smile on my face, let alone in 15 years time when  potentially I get a fit of alien hand and steal something (god forbid), actually end up in jail and my senile great uncle tells everyone I had a stint there between the age of 18 to 22, CLEARLY prison is where I belong! 

Anyhow, it is a conversation starter to say the least and someday I am determined to play on this and turn up to a family rendezvous, buffet et al, in an orange boiler suit and handcuffs with a crazed look on my face. One for the family photo album!

So ultimately, Carrie Bradshaw and her luxe lifestyle and image are a mere vacant dream in the distance, for now. Until then I will continue blogging, even if I do sit here reading to myself what I am writing in a distinctly american accent which sounds all too familiar to hers...I can dream a little?!

Raindrops and Rubies: A little Introduction.

Raindrops and Rubies: A little Introduction.: "I am going to begin this blog in a very honest manner, and that is the way that I intend to carry on. So here goes... Cliche I know but I ..."

A little Introduction.

I am going to begin this blog in a very honest manner, and that is the way that I intend to carry on. So here goes...


Cliche I know but I do like writing, just a little. When I was 12 my parents split and it was the end of my life as I knew it, how very selfish of them to ruin my life just because they don't love each other, making not only parents evening even more dreaded than what it was already, but making Christmas a very awkward time as well. At the time I went through a stage of hating anyone and anything that crossed me, I used to sing 'Family Portrait' by Pink at my parents when they argued (the omen comes to mind) all-in-all I was a very reflective 12 year old inexperienced and rather dramatic little teenager pondering on what I saw as the end of my life (no further comment needed!). I stumbled across this embarrassing book of 'memoirs' the other day (who did I think I was?), and cringed at every last ridiculous little word of it. 'when your heart breaks...', 'love is a strange thing', 'So picture this'...seriously?! Thank GOD for natural development and maturity. So I could only come to one conclusion from my horrid little ramblings that I found (which I might post on here one day just for comedy effect!) ...pretentious little brat. No, well yes. But in some way, shape, or form, I needed to repent for my crime against writing, and confessing in a church was a little too in character of the 12 year old me, dramatic, so it looks like I'm going to be writing this blog for a while (at least until I look back in retrospect and start to cringe again) ....