Phew. I'm back!

I vanished! I know. And I'm sorry.
The truth is, I got busy (started a new job this year) and my brain kind of froze up which is why I abandoned my blog.
I am a blog abandoner.

But I am back!

I've started working on blogs for work (I work as a features witer at an interior design magazine) which kind of kick started me into wanting to pick up my own blog. Yay!

While I start planning my next few blog chats for you people, you should check out this AMAZING digital media campaign that blew my mind. Would love, love, love to work on something like this one day. Wow!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnVZTBuzxP4&feature=share

I will be back soon again! :D

New Year State of Mind

You know, looking back at the past year, I can honestly say that although it's been one of the hardest I've been through in some respects, it's also been the most fulfilling and has certainly taught me a lot about who I am and what I want from my life. Which made me realise that while I can be a cynical little bitch a lot of the time, there is also much, much, much to be thankful for. So, right now, as corny as it is, I would like to thank you, all my friends and family all over the world - and the universe of course - for a wonderful life. I hope that all of you have a beautiful New Year! Live your dreams! Love and happiness to you...

Stuff that's happened this year:

1.) My first wedding anniversary to the wonderful Aman!
2.) I got my diving license. (That's diving, not driving...) ;)
3.) I travelled to places I've never been to! (India, Oman and in and around the UAE)
4.) Aman and I bought a Dodge Charger!
5.) Aman and I both found great new jobs and met wonderful new people because of it.
6.) Aman and I moved into a great hotel apartment which was just what we needed at the time, and then found something even more amazing (for the same price) just when we needed that! (Thanks universe! I noticed that!)
7.) Made amazing new friends from around the world.
8.) Read some awesome books and learnt some interesting new words! (powow, caliginous, lagniappe, chaffer)
9.) Had some amazing parties at our apartment and other awesome get togethers at our friends' places.
10.) Pierced my ears!
11.) Tried new food!
12.) Had interest in two of my children's stories which will hopefully translate into TV shows in the future! (Hold thumbs for 2011!)
13.) Started and kept up with one blog (at least)!
14.) Met my gorgeous nephew over Skype!
15.) Did my first ever stand up gigs!


Here's to a wonderful and even more eventful 2011 everyone!
xxx
Angela

Ay ay me-maties!

Pirates! I f***ing love them! There are all sorts of pirates... Old school Captain Hook pirates, modern day gun toting African pirates, bum pirates (although I don't love them so much), music and film pirates (which basically makes all of us pirates!), cyber pirates, beer pirates and female pirates, one of whom is the subject of my blog this fine and sunny day.

So, female pirates! Yes! Just because they had a vajayjay doesn't mean they couldn't swing their swords with the best of them. Awilda, aka Alwilda, was a chick pirate. Well, at least that's what the stories of old claim...

According to legend, Awilda was the daughter of a 5th century gothic Scandinavian King who arranged that she be married to a the Crown Prince of Denmark, a man called Alf. Being a pirate in the making, Awilda basically told her dad to piss off before dressing like a sailor and taking control of a ship! (And you thought modern girls were wild!)

One day, shortly after dressing like a sailor, Awilda and her buddies were steering their newly acquired ship along when they come across a massive pirate ship that had recently lost its captain. I’m not sure how they “lost” their captain, I mean, it sounds bit odd to me… But anyway, so Awilda's friends nominated her as the new captain of the scary pirate ship! What good pals they were.

Meanwhile, back in Danish land, the King of Denmark (her would-be father-in-law) was furious!
"Who dare deny my son?!" He cried.
And with that he sent forth his soldiers (and his son Alf) to fight the "irksome" pirates! Gasp!

Prince Alf and his men boarded the ship in their fancy clothes and basically kicked all the pirates asses, including Awilda, which kind of sucks because I was hoping she would be the anti-hero-hero in this story. Anyway, when Awilda saw Prince Alf swinging his sword around like the man he was, she revealed her true identity and agreed to give herself to him in holy matrimony. It is said they married on board (that must have been one hell of a party) and lived happily ever after as the King and Queen of Denmark.

THE END

Writer's blog

Yet again I have abandoned my blog for too long. I apologise profusely for this. Since we've all moved on from this tragic event, I think you should know that I've had three realisations today:

1.) I realised that I have this strange relationship with my blog. You know the way some people name their cars and start creating personas for them? Well, that's how it is with my blog. When I don't write on it for a while, it's tantamount to abuse (in my head). Not writing on it is like not feeding it or not giving it water, or telling it to shove off when it wants a hug. I know that might sound insane. I mean for god's sake it's just a blog, right?

2.) I am a serial blogger. I have another three to five blogs (that I recall at the moment) on several blogging sites all over the internet. I don't even use these. Ever. I think I like the 'clean' space of a new blog. The potential for pages and pages of intelligent commentary. (Hahahaha.) So I set them up and give them quirky names and I think "this is the blog... THIS is the one... that will make me famous and rich like that Julie Powell woman". (Look her up if you don't know who she is.)But they never do. Ha! But it's okay because I really like writing anyway. Even if it is drivel.

3.) When I get that panic attack feeling of not having written on my blog for ages and I think "I'd better write something... ANYTHING", that is when I get writers blog. (That's like writer's block, but for blogs.) The weird thing is, I do actually do things in my life. I am a busy person with loads to talk about, but when it comes to writing things down for my blog, my brain freezes up and I start making sounds like someone with a sock in their mouth. Which I find very odd. I think it's some kind of performance anxiety. Now, having said this, I really need to go and think about something to write about. If you have any ideas please pop me a message. Hope you're rocking out on the dark side. Cheers. xxxx

Don't forget about Anomore (Down with Bad Love)

Hey peeps!
Hope you're rocking out on the dark side.

Just a reminder to send me some shiz for Anomore (Down with Bad Love) when you have a free moment and if you even give a shit. (Anomore is a Facebook Group dissing bad love....)

Go to Facebook and type in 'Anomore (Down with Bad Love)'.

Then share the (bad) love: illustrations, musings, graffiti, thoughts, jokes, whatever.

See you soon!

x
Angelita

We are friends

Dubai and I have a love-hate relationship.
For the moment, we love each other.

Today the silver steel and crane city offers itself to me unreservedly.

Although it is winter.

Perhaps it wants my warmth?

No matter. This season I will share my glow with it; we are good friends after all.

(And what is a good friendship if not a tumultuous and sometimes brutal one?)


We share our stories - drenched in shisha scent (apple and mint) - with mutual friends, who sit bathed in burnt orange light; mannequins of Creek Side.


We bite down on chunks of bread smoothed with butter that boasts a texture even icing sugar would envy.


We watch the cable cars dangle - high above the stretching, reaching, yearning green of Creek Park - like Chinese lanterns celebrating something we don't quite get. (And we all wonder, secretly, what the cable car travellers are thinking; the photos they are taking; the jokes they are telling.)


Fresh pineapple juice burns my throat.


A duck dives down into the water a few feet away; silver head sinking into crushed velvet water the colour of black jaguars in jungles I might never see.

I am the only one (on the entire planet) who saw it go under.

Is that beautiful?

Meaningful?

I believe so.


We shiver.


The cold light of evening creeps along our arms; kisses our cheeks.


I did not bring a cardigan. (Such a funny word: cardigan. I like it.)


Our laughter trickles down my spine like syrup.


I remember that the winter is always good to me here.


It makes me smile; its wicked baby whirlwinds tossing leaves into galaxy shapes.


I love its cooling waters lapping the shore like a thirsty transparent tongue; burnt orange skies, egotistical buildings standing proud on the skyline; fresh fish's cooked flesh like fluffy clouds floating on my plate; quieter sounds that drift lie feathers; silhouettes of birds (we like to think they're bats); loving glance from Aman (sideways and down his nose; a sunbeam through the roof).

 Yes.

Dubai and I are friends.

Today the silver steel and crane city offers itself to me unreservedly.

And I offer it my warmth.

get up stand up

Here's a video of one of my stand up performances. Enjoy!
I am about to eat some butter chicken and dhal now (seriously!) so I will add something else to this blog soon. ;)
Til then, have fun whatever you do!
xxx
Ange

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V6dX6C-yjG8