Rockford & I.B.
The media is fired up, Eight Belles' death sparks controversy, and I'm thinking: why wouldn't it? It's just another form of animal abuse. My heart goes out to Eight Belles, I wish I owned her, ..actually, I wish I owned every single pony out there that isn't being treated kindly and spoil them with lotsssss of love, grooming, & carrots <3
..if only *sigh*
It's becoming more and more evident now that the stables are becoming my residential address, ..the one thing that gets me out of bed these days is knowing that by the end of my day at work, I'd run home, jump into my breeches and boots, chug in a can of sugar-free redbull, grow wings & fly out to the stables, and THAT is when everything else in my life switches off, including my phone and blackberry.
And yesterday I've received the saddle racks I've ordered, silver, and foldable to mount them on the wall in the tack-room. Not that I have a dozen saddles {YET! lol}, but I'm expecting my jumping saddle soon, and intend to make an order for one more that I can use interchangeably on both IB and Sultan for those days with just free riding. I don't know how long that will take of course, but I really can't wait. I think I've done a mistake with going for brown on the Antares saddle, for, despite the fact that the brown leather is so deep in color, black compliments IB more -- especially when it comes to the mexican grackle bridles, he looks stunning in a black one, sooooo unbelieeeeeevably gorgeous -mashaAllah- & that kind of beauty deserves a black saddle, no? -- Alright fine, I think it's quite evident that yours truly here gets a kick out of splurging on her ponies, b..buh..but seeeeeriouslyyyy, they're every bit worth it!
The trainer seems to think so do, the more time he spends with my ponies, the more he falls in love with them -- this is coming from someone who advised me against using IB for jumps, and thought I ought to invest in a french warm-blood for that, I on the other hand was the least bit concerned, because just like everything else in life: there are always exceptions, and my IB is one. I love him!
Nonetheless, I wouldn't mind having Rodrigo Pessoa's Rockford as my own pony {or borrow? lol}, I love this pony to bits! -- I dunno, but something about him reminds me of I.B, I think it's the facial expression/eyes? not sure really. But I know that he looks adooooooorable in that photo going down a hill, with his ears shot up like in focus.. soooo cuuuute <3
Rockford going down a hill
..and taking a jump+++ +++ +++
Since the days of high school, I've always been a magnet for polo tops -- my favorite polo shirt was a beige one that I used and abused to death {I still have it tucked in somewhere in a box with my uniform from my last year of school}, I loved it! and I wore it to my final exams because it was uber comfortable and cute <3
There are things we never grow out of, and to me, polo tops is one. I still cannot resist them, and I'm often a pilgrim of Lacoste at marina mall, Escada Sport, & Ralph Lauren, ..this season's variations have surpassed any other though, RL introduced these polos adorned with stirrups, bits, and leather straps -- they've run out of the off-white {my favorite}, so I'm a little torn between the red, and the navy blue.. any suggestions? I keep hearing both! both! both! in the back of my head lol
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2 Weeks Forward
Meet my new best friend, Otrivin. The two of us met a few weeks ago when I realized that spring took its toll on me, & without my friend Otrivin, breathing was going to be impossible. Must add it to my handbag's private constants list.
Also, a new addition to my private constants would be the obsession with the iPod Touch loaded with every episode of Gossip Girl, ..and will soon hopefully have a camcorder as a permanent resident. I must admit though, seeing Vanessa flash her camcorder on one of the episodes tempted me to substitute it with the Sanyo HD that is already available in the market, I held it in my hands so tempted to make the purchase.. but I stood there, with my eyes closed breathing in & out & counted to 10 whilst the philipina saleswoman stared in perplexity at what looked like someone experiencing a mini heart-attack. When I opened my eyes, I realized that there's really no point in going for the Sanyo now and the Sony in 2 weeks time, ..I could wait a couple of weeks =>
Lots of good things happening in a couple of weeks, ..& although I'm less excited this morning to make a mention of them {mainly because I haven't attended our INSEAD Executive Education program}, but I'll get over it, & focus on the good things, no matter how small, and to make a list of those, here goes:
1) I'm expecting to receive I.B's jumping saddle, breastplate to hold his saddle in place, and a new set of mexican grackle bridle & reins - with his name embossed on each article.
2) My trainer promised me that by next Wednesday, I.B. would be more reactive to my leg aid to the point of making left and right turns without me using the reins. The trainer, however, forbid me from carrying a whip, nor using voice-aids to move I.B's arse, which is A LOT to ask when your pony is nearly senseless around the belly.
3) Rrrrrrrrrreally looking forward to time off this summer. Preferably with my favorite chaperon, & hopefully the coolest cousin ever. This could turn to be a blast, and they better not bail on me!
4) Our CEO telling me the niiiiiiiiiiiicest thing ever => {Okay, he already did this mOrning, it's still making me smile.. so it's worth making it to the list ;p}
5) My best fwendah in the wholllllllle wiiiiiiide world comes back home & spends a few days at my place. Can'tttt waittt <3
What are you looking forward to over the next couple of weeks?
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Tipsy Conversations
2 Years Ago:
The day was good fun, & it was time to call it a night and retreat back to our hotel rooms and get ready to take the Shinkansen to Tokyo in the morning. Kyoto had been more on the subtle side of the trip; traditional, calm, and zen-like. It was just the two of us in the elevator before our quietness was interrupted by three festive japanese men who appeared well into their retirement age. The first two had a black suit on, but the third -& most cheerful- had a beige pair of trousers, and a camel jacket on and carried a vivacious bouquet of flowers in his hand.
The three of them looked at my brother & I -the obvious gaijins- before the cheerful one burst into a smile wider than it should've been, revealing an imperfect set of teeth that have lost one or two of their guards to age.. "You ha like flawa!" he said pointing at his bouquet, before he continued "Wei ha you from?" -- "Abu Dhabi" I answered timidly, clearly over powered by the 1:4 ratio of testosterone in that small elevator. Whoaaaa... Abeuuuu Dabeiiiii? whoaaaaaa the three of them gasped.. Luckily, the elevator doors opened announcing the end of this conversation. As they walked out, my brother turned to me and made a note that they were drunk to the max..
I couldn't tell, but it made sense.
Lesson learned:When outside of the borders and the brother chooses not to answer, just zip it and pretend to be a ditsy tourist from the north pole.
2 Days ago:
I must have been riding I.B. when I received M's text message. M is an extremely bright person from England with a talent for looking outside the box, he's also the director of one of the companies we have worked with in the past, and although its been a while we haven't interacted with them, I was very pleased to receive a text from him, that is until..
M: Hey, you ok?
S: Hey u! Yeah I'm good, what's up?
M: I sent that text two days ago
S: I just saw it, blame it on Shitisalat's network
M: Ok. You well?
S: Yes, I'm well. Why??
M: Why? Because you're hot, intelligent, and amazing
S: Haha.. *seriously thinking he was being sarcastic*
M: Answer me a question, are you attracted to me?
*gulp*
M: Answer?
S: No.
M: That means Yes!
S: I said "No". I'm not attracted to you.
M: Ok, but you're very attractive. Take care x
S: Thank you.
M: You're beautiful..
I recalled my encounter in Kyoto, which was when I realized he must have been drunk.
Lesson learned: never answer a text message after 9:00 PM
Going on a tangent here, I'm wondering if the real Rodrigo Pessoa is on facebook? ;p
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Karma, I Love You
Imogen Heap - how does she do it all on her own?
I was to Imogen Heap's 'Just for Now' on our way to Dubai yesterday when I thought things couldn't get worse: a flat tire on Shk. Zayed Road -& I was right, they couldn't get worse ..they got better.
Karma changed her mind about me, & decided that -after all- I'm a nice person, & it's time to pay back for all the kind things I've done. And, remember when I said when it rains, it pours? Well, I'm happy to share with you gorgeous people that this concept stands merit for all good things too. No longer feeling gray, in fact, the thought of the availability of a jumping trainer weaved vivid thoughts of getting back on track, & in the picture of my mind I saw my I.B. bearing me on his back & jumping happily every after.
For those of you who have texted me, emailed me or commented here with details of trainers: a big THANK YOU coming your way! coupled with wishes that you get all that your heart desires =D
When I decided to stop riding -for a day- I couldn't get the thought of it out of my mind.. & to make myself feel better I started pointlessly browsing online for the marginal things, anything really as long as it had an equestrian flavor to it & didn't require zipping my credit card more than the abuse I put it through over the past couple of weeks -- which was when I came across this adooooooooooooorable test, funnnnn! ..until I discovered that it yields two personality types for me.
Fire Horse: The Perfect Show Horse
Fire horses love to be at the center of attention and they want to be adored. They make excellent hunters and dressage horses, as well as good pleasure horses. They need to be told that they are loved. They enjoy grooming and bathing because it makes them beautiful.
Wood Horse: The Ultimate Competitor
Wood horses love physical challenges and must be kept active or they will develop bad habits like kicking and biting. Wood horses make excellent jumpers, barrel racers and cutters so long as they understand the rules of the game. Don’t try to subdue or overpower a Wood horse but instead reason with them.
I could almost hear Badr -my coworker- say "AHA! SEE? I told you you're a gemini in disguise!" -- Badr has this theory that my date of birth was lost in translation somewhere in time. It makes me laugh everytime I hear his meticulous Harvard-law-school graduate tone 'accusing' me of it. My theory? I'd like to think I'm a Virgo, just an exceptional one ;p Take the test, & share your results =D
I *heart* *heart* *heart* my favorite Gemini.
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Feeling Grey
Karl Lagerfeld is not the only one who's feeling grey this season. Kate Hume has outfitted some gorgeous places around moscow and paris with shades of grey,
Karl Lagerfeld for Chanel
Kate Hume designs
Day by day, I loose more & more confidence to approach fences. I thought I could do this on my own, but it's a lot harder than I thought. Last night, I laid out a full course according to a diagram I got from a book, and waited in vain to sum up my courage to take on the fences.. but .. I couldn't -- It was like approaching a death trap, and confidence was nowhere to be found.
I don't know how long this will last, but it's frustrating me like craaaaaazyyyyy & I don't like the fact that this frustration is leaking out to other sides of my everyday life, so I've made a decision that's very very difficult:
There will be no more riding for me. Full-stop. Period.I'd rather do it right, or not do it at all.. & now, all I'm doing is wasting time and effort. It saddens me to halt this passion to a stop, but I can't bear watch my time go to a waste, much too less governed by the fluctuating wishes of a child {Yes, there's more to the story than what I've disclosed, but it's not for me to dish out with the scoop}
This, however, will not stop me from searching for alternative options, ..so, if you happen to know of a really good place that has a really good trainer {even if it were outside of Abu Dhabi} please let me know their names and contact details. Or, if you think of any other ideas, please bounce them over.
Concurrently, I've received a call for a job interview which would require a big sacrifice of personal time, but promises a long-term steep curve of personal growth. A recipe for success, no? -Wish me luck x
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Karma, Where Are You?
Do you believe in Karma? -- I do.
It's hard to be so sure of the "I do", but I really do feel it; even though just about everything I love is either slipping away or being let-go by my own fully-conscious decisions. Care to know more about it? well, for those of you who do - read on; and for those of you who don't, honestly, you're just gonna have to put up with it because this evening I'm feeling vicious, very vicious, and a bit broken.
To start off, the training sessions over the past couple of days were disastrous -to say the least. I.B. refused every single jump, & when it wasn't me who was riding him, he tried bucking them off.. at least 12 times -He hated it, I've never seen him like that before, he looked angry & ready to take down anyone that stood before him. I couldn't bear watch him so agitated and angry, which was when I asked everyone to back off & just let me ride him & calm him down.
The next day was like taking him back in time to the very first jumping lesson, which was difficult because at one point I.B. was waaaaaay beyond first lessons and reached a level of being SO GOOD at those jumps that left people's jaws dropped wow-ing at his abilities and more so, his potential.
Can you imagine losing all of that?Yesterday I laid out 4 really low fences, lowest at 50cm, & highest at 80cm. There were several refusals there, and several nearly-being-flown off experiences, but I tried looking at the bright side of it: he jumped more fences than those he refused. Everytime he'd complete jumping 3 in a row without stopping, I'd dish out a handful of sugar cubes to treat him.. I rrrrrrreally wanted to rebuild his jumping confidence, and I know for that I had to be really patient.
..and going back to square one?
Well, that is what's happening to me now -- I'm back to square one.
I.B. -much like his rider- doesn't like to be bossed around. I'm just very lucky to have such a smart horse and I don't mind being patient with him to teach him things without using the aid of spurs and whips ..but I think the past couple of days' experience burned a hole in his confidence before fences, even the little ones.. I don't think I wanted to admit it to myself really, & I carried on rewarding him for good jumps, and being patient with him before the bad ones. Things felt like they were slowly progressing yesterday, until a couple entered the riding arena that is. The lady on the horse & the noises her partner did on the ground cheering for her made I.B. uncomfortable on several occasions, but I decided to just hold the reins and let the two of them enjoy their good fun - but seriously, some people apparently lack manners that at times you have to spell it out to them. I.B. & I were just taking a turn when the blistering sound came from behind, it sent I.B. rearing & galloping at the speed of light.. & well, me? I had two choices: 1) Tighten the reins & legs and halt I.B. to a stop, or 2) Keep the speed and crazy attitude and only change direction.
Perhaps it was mean, but it was the kind of mean that felt good. I chose option #2, & instead of stopping I.B., I let him gallop crazily to the direction of those two until we stopped before them.. their jaws dropped, & their eyes looking like flying saucers -- "Now, can you tell my horse is spooky?" I said, and then continued "Unless you'd fancy being run over by a horse, try respecting the space and presence of other people for a change" -- I honestly don't think I would've done that under normal circumstances, but I had worked so hard to calm I.B. down on fences, and had been feeling broken inside because his progress was slow.. and, I desperately needed guidance from a trainer or someone who knows better -yet, had none. So, for two people to walk-in parading a 50cm jump with missile noise and ruin all I've been working for was the cherry on top.
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The fact that I had planned how I'd reach my jumping aspirations and timeline to go with made me retract several life-altering career decisions over the past couple of months {yes, it's that important to me, & that is how much I'm committed to reaching those aspirations} ..but now with the whole lack of proper training, and uncertainty I'm thinking maybe I'm not meant to do this now, that it may not be the right time in my life to commit to this and.. perhaps.. I ought to take that one career opportunity by grabs, regardless how difficult it may seem or how far it may be from my possessions. Could this be the universe's way of telling me what I should be doing? I dunno.
But like I said earlier, I believe in Karma; I have no doubt that some good will come out of this. In the meantime, I'll continue compensating for my training shortfalls by shopping for horse-tack, and ignore the voice deep down in my heart hissing "better tack will never make you a better rider"
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How to Respond to That: Part Deux
My respond was YesRemember your first diving lesson when you were a kid? When you were told that humans -unlike fish- cannot breathe under water, and you were told to inhale and fill your chest with air before your dive? -- My answer felt quite the same, systematically speaking, it was easy. I gasped for breath, closed my eyes hoping for the best, and said "Yes, I'll do it"
I'd hate to burst your bubble, but unlike what many of you thought, it is really out of character for me to seek the opinion of my surroundings for matters concerning a lifetime commitment to another person, you should've known me better =) I think a matter with that kind of scale and dimension deserves to be addressed -for the most part- in places beyond a cyber blog.
Nonetheless, I'd be lying to you if I said that that the outcome of this conversation and how I felt about it didn't make me reflect on the more private and personal corners of my thoughts, and my theory did hold merit: we tend to pursue what we cannot have, which is ridiculous really because in our pursuit we often overlook perfect alternatives who have always been there waiting for a speck of attention, but opportunity never struck in their course. I started thinking of those people and extrapolated many streams of thoughts built on what if, and what would.. and I'm still thinking.
My thoughts -however- are now scrambled by the misfortunate events relating to my equestrian interests. They often say "when it rains, it pours", I'd hate to think that this is true for all miserable things, ..and even if it were, I'd hate to submit to it in weakness. My sister tells me that all will be alright, and that I'll find a way to reach my jumping aspirations with or without a trainer. After a prolonged Dr.Phil style phone conversation, I summed up my courage to go saddle up my pony and walk him to a closed arena to lift the jumping bar up a notch to a new high in front an audience of 1: my maid, who was filming on video -I thought to myself if anything, now more than ever the camcorder is most important- After every 2 or 3 jumps I'd stop to watch those videos to see what I did wrong, or how I could fix my style or this or that. By the end of the evening, every-single-muscle in my body throbbed and screamed STOP, & I did.
She was right, ..my sister was right. I could do it on my own, even though the trained will no longer be there. But I more than anyone else know what it's like to learn something completely on your own -No one said anything was impossible, it just takes longer, much longer when you're on your own. I often wish I had my own place, with it's own indoor arena and get a trainer of choice to train me beyond my own limits.
My attempts to brain-wash my parents into building 4-stables in our place are at 70% {I really hope they're not joking nor agreeing to it for the fun of seeing me flutter around with heart-eyes}, but I have a feeling they'll neverrrrr buy into creating an indoor-arena *sob sob sob*
*sigh*
Nevermind, whatever's meant to happen will happen, and for now I'll try to make the most out of what I have the in palm of my hands; a great livery facility for my ponies with people who really love them and take care of them, and well.. training solo.
In an attempt to engage my mind in alternative zen-like activities, I spent the past couple of days gardening, & abusing my credit card. Shoes and dresses mostly, but my favorite is the new addition to my LV trunk collection: the Alzer cosmetics box, gooorrrrrgeous & SOOO does not match my room's theme and dressing table style, but who cares? I just lost a jumping trainer, I think I'm entitled to make this crime. And I'm eye-ing Kenneth Jay Lane's Jakci'e O cross breakfast at tiffany's style pearl necklace. I love his designs, and a bijou x frame necklace for my pony's photo
I love my pony xx
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How to Respond to That: Part Un
"The first time I met you and had the chance to speak with you I saw something, ..an air of overflowing abundance; I knew right there and then that you're different, you're a keeper, & I've decided to do all that it takes to keep you."I listened, with a thousand and one questions firing up my mind, as he continued..
"You are anything but conforming to de rigueur. Your self-containment and ambitions are well understood, and will be well-supported - I know that you will not settle for anything that is less than your potential, and if you would say Yes to me now or tomorrow, know that this will not impose a commitment, I know you don't like to be caged inside the boundaries of Should & Must, and for that I want you to be comfortable knowing that you can walk away at any point -if that's what you want"
Despite the fluttering-like-crazy butterflies in my stomach I thought dinner was delicious, I had wiped my chocolate souffle cup clean -always the best part of the meal. On my way back home, my mind replayed the past hour and half over and over again; I hadn't felt that way in a long, looong time. Why couldn't I see this before? Why is it natural for humans to discard the good they have available to them in the comfort and closeness of their grips in an attempt to pursue what they can't have, and waste time in the process?
I walked into my room, and my maid lit some candles & put on a classic Barry Manillow {I wasn't surprised} while I curled up in bed stretching a smile of lucid peace of mind. There were so many people I wanted to share the smile with, ..except that I dozed off before I could even count my sheep.
Tonight is the launch of The National, a new english newspaper that will revolutionize the traditional news arena in the Emirates, and I'm very excited about it. The first copy will be distributed to sale kiosks and outlets tomorrow morning, it would be interesting to finally have a proper English newspaper that does not constitute of articles "borrowed" from worldly renowned periodicals and publications, one that does not comprise of a coalescence of sorry grammatical errors and un-sourced photos of images. The editorial team that has reached a little over 200 of headcount is lead by Martin Newland and is already being celebrated in different parts of the world.
A thing you should know about this newspaper is that its role "is to reflect society, help that society evolve and, perhaps most importantly, promote the bedrock traditions and virtues that must be preserved even in times of change and that is why we have called our paper The National," -Editor-in-Chief Martin Newland said in a statement.
A picture can speak a thousand words? well, this is a rather long post that is low-fat on photos, but if you watch the video above you'll know that there's really no need for pictures because this will tell a story and get you thinking of a few things you should be thinking about: How to live your childhood dreams and how to enable those around you to do that too. The lecture was given by the Carnegie Mellon Professor Randy Pausch, who was dying from pancreatic cancer. He gave his last lecture at the university on Sept. 18, 2007, before a packed McConomy Auditorium. In his moving talk, "Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams," Pausch talked about his lessons learned and gave advice to students on how to achieve their own career and personal goals.
Most of us live on a fast-pace, and we all often promise ourselves that we'll take it easy, sometime soon. But how many of us do? We vow that we'll spend more time with our families and doing the things we love, yet, a few of us do. Perhaps if you watch this video you'll appreciate what you have now, and put more effort into achieving balance in your life.
As I watched this video, I thought of many things and several people made an appearance in my mind in slow motion - Nadd, G, and my favorite Gemini; Nadd because I know he would appreciate this lecture, G because he understands, & my favorite Gemini because that's the one person that lives the fastest-paced life I've seen yet => Seriously. Nonetheless, I have a feeling that many of you would enjoy this video , so please watch it.
Until next time.. lotsssssss of love & eye-hugs comin' your way
x
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Eye Hug U
Last night, I spent an hour of my time working on deafening my sister with my I.B. talk, what really surprised me was the stamina she had and tolerance for my stories that I knew she couldn't relate to, nonetheless, she still asked questions like "How much do you love him?" and "Can he tell that you love him this much" while I thought to me self well, hell yeah! with all the carrots and back massages I give him, he better!! -- The two of us sealed the phone call laughing our hearts out at I.B.'s stories and my silliness-
A smile stayed put well after hanging up the phone, and my mind took me on a rewind trip to the events of my day only to realize that -at the risk of sounding uber utterly cliché- I.B. is the sunshine of my days <3 honestly, he is. When I think of the weekend, my heart flutters & I start making plans of how -this weekend- I'll ride him in the garden in the morning, sponge-wash him, & let him loose in the paddock, sit & watch him run & kick.. and then in the evening, ride him again, some flat work & jumps, shower him, take him back to his stall, give him a good neck massage & laugh my heart out at the bizarre facial expressions and strange extensions of the lips he does that send me straight to the ground in laughter *lol*! & I LOVE the fact that he's not the lovie-dovie kind, he doesn't like touching or nearness of any kind & often shoots his ears back ready to bite ANYTHING that comes near his face -except me => Selfish and absurd, I know, but that's my kind of love ;p
When my sister asked me to describe how I feel when I'm with him, my answer surprised me as much as it did surprise her: "it feels like sneezing." -Not the act itself, but rather, that feeling you get when a sneeze is due, ..it clots your face, sends your eyes to dreamy-mode & tears, and finally when you do sneeze, everything feels at home, in a good way. With I.B., it's exactly like that; whenever I see him trotting and cantering loose in the paddock, or on the lunge, my eyes morph into two giant buzzing hearts like neon signs & I huuuuuugggggg him hard with both my eyes {just in case you're wondering; to hug someone with your eyes all you have to do is look at them, breathe in, and clooooooooooooose your eyes tight -- the tighter, the stronger the eye-hug <3
My sister called first thing in the morning wanting to recap on last night's conversation saying:
"Salama, this morning I woke up with thoughts of what you said about your pony last night, and I was thinking.. It's really good that you're capable of loving this much, ..that you feel this, and have it in your life.. *pause*.. I was just hoping that you would feel this way for a man.. not a horse"
The two of us paused for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. The truth is, I love my pony more than I've loved many people before.. but he will never be the replacement or substitute for love. I love my horses way too much than to make them substitutes for -anything-, & I love myself waaay too much than to make anyone, or anything a substitute for love. The way I see it, everyone deserves a chance in experiencing true, genuine love -the good kind, the rare kind, and until my true genuine love finds its way to me -or me to him- I'll continue being the
Now before I go, come closer to your screens so I could eye-hug you too =>
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Magic Cupcakes
Today: the making of magic cupcakes <3
Why do I call them that? ..well, because they make people happy -- there's just something about them that draws a smile on people's faces =>
Yesterday: Shopping for cupcake stands online, & found the perfect pair of riding gloves I've been looking for, also online - gorgeous, non? ;p
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Hibernation & Quest for Perfection
Beautifying Sultan's gorrrrrrgeous tail <3 I had my hair done the same style to match =>
I.B.'s coat soaked in sweat after 30 mins of jumping
Everyday I wake up in the morning thinking Today, I'll submit a leave request for a week or 10 days, by the end of my working day I think to myself Okay, I cannot afford taking time off now, perhaps next week, but the truth is that the load never deflates, it always grows over time.. and I almost feel bad for not taking time off during the cooler months, at least I could've spent that time working on my jumps without risking a heat-shock -- Unfortunately for both I.B. & myself, we have no choice but to drown in sweat.
That, however, does not compare to Sultan's reaction to our weather. A few days ago I decided to take a rather early lunch break - at 11:30 I took off to the stables, hopped into my breeches & boots at the speed of light, put on my cooling vest and ran out like a crazy maniac towards Sultan - the poor boy had already been swimming in a pool of sweat before even beginning a trot. I suddenly felt so sorry for all ponies that have to put up with our harsh weather & had a visual flashback from last summer's riding hacks and how beautiful horses look when they run relaxed and free in endless green fields.
Aside from beautifying and riding my ponies, here's what I've been up to:
01. Investigating and making important career decisions- the status is working progress, & will elaborate more on a post later on
02. Hibernating- I've been sleeping a lot. I come back home from work & throw myself on any flat and comfortable surface for a 2-hour nap; the bed, the couch, or on the parquet floor - I napped on all, really. I think I also have mini-naps while riding my ponies because I yawn all the time, on canters too. I return back home & before I know it, I snooze off again on the couch.. my snooze is often interrupted by mum's voice persuading me to drag myself to bed
03. Researching the perfect camcorder- ..and found it! Yey! This one is a 100% for me. I love the look, the features, size, and feel.. The downside, you ask? Well, it won't be released until May 17th, but it's okay.. for that, I'll wait.
What do you think?It's time to go back to sleep, again.
night night x
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From Chanel et Tantra
Tantra models her organza skirt
C'est tres chic, non?
My strawberryah <3
Strawberryah less the glam lol
Ducky duck!
my maid freezing Tantra's pose
Crime of fashion lol
..& you THOIUGHT Tantra was the cute & cuddly one?
Dear
You should go to NY more often. The dresses, skirts, & tee's you got us are SO tail-waggin' haute, we <3 them, & we love you for thinking of us while you were there -- adopt us, please? *cuuuutest puppy eyes look ever*
Lots of love, kisses, & woofs,
Labels: Fashion, La Dolce Vita
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