Back in the game

I'm baaaaaack with a brand new rap. Based in London for the past four months. Holey moley, it's gone quickly too.

Way too many things to put record but life is very VERY different and hey, that's just fantastic! I'm using this puppy as a time capsule.

In the meantime. To kick this bad boy back off is the below video. This is wonderful, beautiful and also very suitable!

Be right back.

Smack.

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Okay, so a few things in life are kicking me in the balls but imma gonna be okay.

Highlights of a day full of normal-strengthed lights.

Malick Sibide

La Piscine, 1969.

Chanson du Jour.

Day Four.

I hold no religious beliefs today. Some days I think I might feeeel something but it's more that I want there to be something bigger. In my mind, there actually is something bigger, it's just not God.

I like church architecture and I get what a church can bring socially or in terms of support but that's the only positive things I can see from this angle.

I'm spiritual I guess.

Day Three.

Views on drugs and alcohol have always been far too lenient. I often catch myself on how I preach interests in health and well being and enjoy such liberal doses in both but I would like to think it's less accessible (the former, not the latter) at my age, being post-uni and whatnot. Plus, there are fewer occasions to warrant drugs.

In all honesty, I think the recent experience of watching Old Mate on acid probably freaked me out enough to not bother again. We'll see.

I see alcohol being an issue for me- girl loves herself a glass of wine. I think the major thing is keeping it in perspective and realising that a trip to the gym, or a walk is just as relaxing at the end of a hard day. In saying that, I'm not going to beat myself up about it so long as it's a healthy appreciation for said glass of wine and it's not a dependency when unwinding. Also, I don't need the entire bottle.

Day Two.

Well it's not day two is it. It's more like day four. Alas. I intend on keeping this short and important.



Ten years time:

I will have chosen between a career in fashion/trade/holistic nutrition and be happy in that decision.

I will be healthy and I won't smoke.

I will be kind.

I will have travelled extensively and met many people.

Catch ups after too much caffeine.

Six months; must be time for a check in. Not too sure where to start.

Working long hours for very little money and even less thanks. Luckily I am making friends but the weeks seems to be going so quickly that I rarely get out of my shadow to do all that much other than try and make time for my new flatmates (after what was 4 months of miserable house and friend searching) and head to Wellington to see Old Mate.

Most people here are idiots. Creative people are interesting. I don't think I will feel expanded enough long term but for now I'm okay with learning about the farce that is the fashion industry. I like KW's next collection a great deal but have only ordered one thing as my desire to go to Samoa with Old Mate in July and head to South America next April has become a priority. In saying that, I haven't saved a thing.

Something major happened which isn't appropriate to discuss but for the sake of my time chronicle on here, it happened 3 weeks ago. I hope I understand what the hell I am talking about if I ever read this back over in the future. Future Hannah? I'm doing okay and the shock is wearing off. I almost feel less anxious about life now, a wee reminder of how things can change can't be a bad thing.

What else? I got a valentines as shown above.

I think I have been listening to too much Fiona Apple and perhaps shouldn't be writing.

Be right back (well before six months is up).

The only update I can muster

Change is as good as a holiday and I need a holiday.

So I just got a job at Karen Walker. This is news.

Me being me I instantly started getting stressed that I was making the worst possible decisions for my career ever but wasn't this what I wanted. I actively participated in the pursuit of that job and yet I feel sick to my stomach that I am making the wrong decision. Holy shit there's only one thing worse than total apathy and that's the eternal questionning of one's decisions.

I've giving myself a slap about the face anyway, if I turned down an opportunity to work for Karen Walker I'd go crazy with "what if's". Sigh, it's true. Bitches be crazy! So as of October 29th, I am the merchandising assistant to MS KW. What up.