New Years Caca-lutions

It’s the 1st day of 2013.

I have brand new fangs…. Well I have always had them….. I just sharpened them a little more… nice and pointy… surgeon knife sharp…. and this year… I am set to do a hell of a lot more biting.

I’m not talking about food….. I am talking about life.

I won’t talk about the whole New Year’s resolutions junk that everyone always talks about at the start of the year….. all like “You can do it…. Make a list… and blah blah blah… I want to do this and I want to do that… what do you want to do” type of junk on a high styles… NO.  I want to share with you about what I went through last year… and I want to be realistic about this….. Most resolutions that individuals have…. Involve one or all of the following: quitting something…. Family something…. Weight something and health something…. Oh and money.

Frankly……… I think that for a very large percentage of individuals the declaration of a ‘resolution’ is a method of self-delusion…. and for the majority of people that set these resolutions…. They do not eventuate…. Thus the reason that these resolutions are very much alike to the year before….  and the year before that. Many people treat the declaration of their resolutions like….. buying a book… and placing it on a bookshelf…. Along with all the other intelligent books on display…. Baby….. just because you bought the book… doesn’t mean you have read it.

For those of you that do this….. it must change. For those of you that make resolutions and not self-delude…. and actually eventuate them…. perhaps you would like to write an email about how you did it…. your mind set and etc… and send it to those that suck at it.

2012 was a hell of a year for me…. Very extreme measures…. No balance at all…. Very very bad things… and very very good things… no middle. (few good things… last year was the death of me).  Death of family…. The loss of many people from my life…. A relationship break down…. Mental abuse from loved ones…. Physical abuse by the one person I thought I would spend my life with.

I didn’t need a new year’s celebration to decide that goals needed to be set…. I didn’t need a countdown or fireworks to implement ‘resolutions’ ….. I got punched in the mouth…. Kicked in the lungs….. and I was dragged by my hair and choked till I went blue.

I lost the air from my lungs and fell … and saw fireworks.

I woke up the next day…. And got my blades and files together… and started to sharpen my teeth….. I chipped and sharpened a little bit each day… I went through the motions that needed to be dealt with…. But never neglected the attention that needed to be given to my healing… and what I understood the most about it… was that… it was a process… not a magical declaration….. not a simple resolution statement.

Goals are met by process…. process requires force. Force can be many things… One could go into this on a mathematical level…. Or scientific…. But it is rather simple …… from the elementary step of the idea or want placed on paper… to making some calls… to going to see someone… from educating yourself… from stepping out of your comfort zone…. From organising your space and time… they are all methods of force to begin a process  to meet your goal….. saying is different than actually wanting… wanting is not doing….. you can say you want the soccer ball to fly into the goal…. But that ball requires a kick…. A kick made by you…. After you have prepared… practised your aim…

We could go in circles all day long….. so…. No resolutions for me this year… because…. I have worked through my demons.. my internal ones…. My emotional ones… I have given myself value… and I have allowed myself to eventuate my goals… yes I need to lose weight… a great deal of weight… yes I would love to spend more time with friends and family….. yes I need more hours in the day to do what I do,,,. Yes I would like to quit eating so many olives….. but….. I make the resolution that I will be, and only be 100%.

Being 100% will give you what you want.

Be 100% committed

Be 100% in love (with those you love, with yourself, with your art, with your ideas, with your projects… let them over consume you….. there is nothing wrong with that but the fear that you give it)

Be 100%  present in the moment….. see the colour…. Hear the sound…. Absorb the sensation…. Don’t just smile and nod.

Be 100% on time

Be 100% truthful

Be 100% you

Be 100% controlled

Be 100% organised

Be 100% gentle… but not stupid… or a push over

Be 100% brutal but not cruel.

Be 100% fearless

…. And so on…..

Be 100% and…… no resolutions needed….. changes will happen as you organise them…

%100 doesn’t just happen… some of you may be at a 20% on some things…. and a 68% on others…. but the aim is to be %100… and it is a process.

This is what I did all last year… and it is working for me… and I still have a long haul to go. I am my own force for my own journey. I am finally seeing the fruits of my internal self… and of my talents… and the fruits that this world has on offer… around me and those I love….. I love them deeper.

Make 2013 your year and no one else’s.

Don’t just buy the book and put it on the shelf…… buy that book… and read that book…. Absorb every word…. Eat it all up….. use them fangs you got…. And if you don’t have the fangs… get the tools you need to sharpen them.

Love you! happy 2013.

Empressmoon.

Love, Empressmoon

Saucepan-Walking

So…… it has been about 2 weeks since I last placed together some letters into words and sentences for you….

So much has happened! Let’s go in chronological order….

So my dog was stolen…. It was quite the fiasco…. Charlie Moon was in the side terrace of the house. The gate was closed and secure. We all walked into the kitchen for a short moment… when we heard the gate open loudly and then we heard a car speeding away from the drive way….. We ran out to see Charlie Moons harness and collar on the floor……. To which we deducted the baddy baddies took it off Charlie Moon and dropped it on the way out.

After spending hours looking for my doggy with friends and family, endless phone calls and concerns from friends…… I was convinced to go to the police….. We made posters… and placed them up with my girlfriends…. Now this is the point that it gets slippery….

We placed up the posters…. All over the joint… surrounding the shops… bus stops and all over the place. My girlfriends and I sat outside the shopping centre and had some ice-cream…. While we had the ice-cream… I thought I would make the poster go viral online…. So I used various mediums…. Twitterville…. Facebookville and Instagramville… and via sms.. pressed upload… and asked all my friends and fam to spread it….

So…. we start to walk home from the shopping centre… and then within 5 mins my phone rings…. I pick it up… and the person tells me…. That they HAD MY DOG… and that they found it… because Charlie Moon had been “hanging right outside the shopping centre for the last couple hours… and we just saw the poster whilst shopping inside the store.. and recognised your dog… and we grabbed him and called you”.

Ok…. 1. We had JUST left the shopping centre… no more than 5 mins up the road.. We saw no Charlie Moon hanging around outside whilst we ate our ice-creams… and… 2. We placed no posters INSIDE the store… Just around the outside parking lot.

Long story short… we ran back to the shopping centre…. the people that had Charlie Moon had NO SHOPPING… and as soon as I saw them… they spoke to me in Spanish…. So how did they know I was Spanish??? And also… as they left the lady said to me “you know young lady… you are lucky to have that type of dog… I have wanted one my whole life…. Well at least I got to have him for one night” hmmm I thought she said…. They saw him hanging outside of the store just then…. hmmmmm

Blah!!! I felt lied to!!! But… whatever!!! ….. I didn’t care…. I got my Charlie Moon back…. And my girlfriends and I decided it was all a Christmas Miracle…. J

Oh… Christmas….. It has been a serious event at my house for the last few weeks…. Decorating… and organising…. My family has come to stay with us…. I like to create memories…. Not just with the eyes… but with all senses….. So whilst my familia was being picked up from the airport…. I stayed home… and what I actually did was get a saucepan and put in all sorts of Christmas smelling things in it… like cloves and cinnamon and stuff…. With some sugar and water…. And boiled it…. Till it was steaming up… and then walked around the house stirring it like crazy…. I did this a few times… and made the house smell like Christmas J

My familia arrived… and as soon as they walked in they said the house felt and smelt like Christmas…. And they loved it… it brought back many stories and memories for them… they talked about how other family members would cook certain cakes…. And one story lead to the other…. and it was really beautiful…. That such a small gesture… like saucepan-walking …. brought everyone together… and created a memory that not only is brought upon by what we see… but also by what we smell.

Do something different… something new…. Even if you feel silly walking around the house with a saucepan steaming in your face and all over the place before your guests arrive…. It is well worth the awkwardness…….

Make memories magical…. With all senses…. Not just the eyes!!

Merry Christmas!!! Be grateful for your pets and loved ones… not just because it is the holiday season… but always…..

Share stories… love and laughter this holiday season!!!

 

Love you guys!!!

 

Empressmoon!

EMlittle

 

To CROC or NOT to CROC

Yep, I am back.

What a crazy 8 days it has been. I burnt my tummy…. Full on burn like hospital styles…. I was sitting on my bed, with a noodle cup, and the water was boiling inside the Styrofoam. I normally don’t like to eat on my bed, but sometimes when I want to be completely alone and the house is full of people, I seclude myself. So, I was holding the cup of 2 min noodles, and I was fluffing up my pillows with my elbow and kicking the bed sheets with my feet…. And then squeezed the Styrofoam a little too hard, and it cracked…. And the boiling noodle water burnt my tummy. It bloody friken hurt….. So now…. A few days later I have a burn scar on my belly…… and it will forever be known as…. The Noodle Burn…. Lesson learnt: Do not trust those Styrofoam cups. NEVER trust them, they crack and you get burnt.

So I have a few things I want to write about…I will save those topics for another time… more pressing news right now….. is the CROC.

To Croc…. Or not to Croc… that is the question that has been on people’s mouths not just today, but for a while now. For those of you that have no idea what a Croc shoe is….. um… have you been living under a croc? *enter drum roll here*… I’m here all week you know!! Try the veal…… no seriously…. Google crocs and you will know what I am talking about.

I went away on a holiday recently with my girlfriend, and it was a beachy location. She turned to me on our way there are asked me if I brought my crocs. See I am known for my Croc wearing habit. I looked at her in horror and realised….. I left them at home. She said “Thank god”

The one place that is deemed by most to be suitable to be seen wearing Crocs… I forget to pack them… and only packed fancy pretty sandals.

I feel there is a misconception with the poor Croc shoe. A lot of you out there think that all that the croc has to offer is that clog looking Oktoberfest-lets-live-in-Sweden type of shoe. Well, you are very mistaken….. I have gone out at times, to events knowing that I would be running around here and there all night, and I have made the choice of wearing my Non-Croc- looking-Crocs.. and not Manolos…. And I have received many compliments… I choose comfort over branding on many occasions…. And no one died….. no one even realised they had been sipping a martini with a boss lady wearing crocs.. I seriously don’t think many of you know they even exist…. The  Non-Croc- looking-Crocs.

So for those of you that have not seen the Non-Croc- looking-Croc, I have compiled a few pictures courtesy of the kind people at CROC, for you to look at….. I even included a moon boot…. By Croc… that I would TOTALLY rock… ala Napoleon.

Maybe if 2 min noodle cups had been made out of croc material…. I would not be rocking a burn scar? Who knows…..

Move in with me…. Dentists do say it is sweeter here…. On Moon Street.

Till next time xoxoxo Empress Moon.

 CROC shoes WOMENS CROC shoes

 

 

 

*Empress Moon was not paid in any form, nor endorsed to write about the croc, she did it out of her pure love for the comfy shoe.

Love, Empressmoon

Pandemonium Season

DISCLAIMER: I write what I feel, what I like and hate… What is impacting and whatever else comes to my mind….. I do not sensor…. there may be an occasional bad word, although I try not to because… I am a lady after all…. and it won’t be becoming of me. If you do not like what you read…. then…. don’t read… and get lost….. If you enjoy this… then Bobs your uncle and all is good on the moon….. you know?

So,

I have not done an article or been on the radio or in the music scene for a second now, since early this year actually….. I have been going through a lot of life changes, health issues and all that jazz … and it got in the way for a while, more about that in a later moonicle (article)…. but things are stronger and better than they have ever been, and I can seriously say I have never been happier, so you will be hearing from me on a regular basis now… coming to you from many locations around the globe too!.. and soon to be on the air waves… and pod waves.

Yes, The season of pandemonium has begun and is upon us. I have not been to any major department store on a Thursday night for such a long time, over a year actually!. For those of you that are tuning in from overseas and other parts of this globe, Thursday night in Sydney, Australia is shopping night, and the stores stay open till later than the norm. Every other day of the week they close around 5pm. Being someone who has been going to the store just as it opens in the morning to avoid any sort of bad funk, I do my lettuce and cucumber shopping fast and get the hell out of there, also being someone who likes to buy online or directly from the designer or manufacturer…. and on my trusty friend EBay for all my fun nail art stuff….. Going to the store today was a shock to my system.

Thursday night shopping sucks ass. After careful observation, I came to the conclusion that at least 70% of the people in the shopping complex tonight just went to clunk up the walk ways and walk in gangs around the joint… not really looking to buy anything. The girls walking in their little gangs…. With teased hair styles and so much black eyeliner raccoons got envious.  Some guys didn’t even have wallets …. Believe me… you could tell…. because they wore super skinny jeans and tight tops… and had no wallet bludge… and no other bludges….. anywhere.. they just had car keys in their hands.  Then some guys walked around in body building singlets and fluro shorts….. Seriously if I had a dollar for every guy I saw walking around like that…. I would have $87.50…. yeah….. one of them was a young kid and really short…… there’s your 50 cents.

So brace yourselves my dear readers….. if you decide to go to the shops on a Thursday night…. or any night closer to the Pandi Season (Pandemonium =Pandi) make sure you take a hell of a lot of patience with you for those many moments that will occur that you will have to stop… and wait… for AGES because someone messed up the walking flow… by stopping all of a sudden and acting paralysed…. and also take some nose plugs… some people stink…. like onions and cheese on a hot day.

That is all from me today…. Thank you to all of you who messaged my old web page, “Miss Phatty Pants”, asking where the hell I had gone….. after hours of sending emails I messaged you all and I am hoping you all join me once again…. this time….. on the Moon… because… you know….. 4 out of 5 dentists recommend that you live in Moonville…. It’s just so sweet here!.

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Kissy and Cuddles!!

-Empressmoon