True Love

So now that you have been introduced to Little D aka Dawson. I shall tell you about her love affair with an older boy named Ben. Ben was about 6months older than Dawson a huge age gap I know but what can you do when your little one is in LOVE.

Dawson met Ben through my best friend in the States, Gavin, who was an Australian and Ben’s au pair. This made my life easy because Gav and I loved to hang out and so did Little D and Ben. These two were inseparable. They did absolutely everything together.

 

The best part was with Ben being just that much older he helped me to teach Little D to speak and I’m pretty sure this made her advanced for her age because she tried as hard as she could to learn more words each day in order to impress Ben.

 

There love for each other was amazing to watch. We would take them to the park and sit and watch as they held hands going down the slide or kissed each other randomly behind a tree. It was too cute.

But all true love stories do come to an end and unfortunately there’s happened when Gav and I had to go back home to our own countries; though I do hope that some day these two will find each other again because true love lasts a life time.

Motherhood

My obsession, my passion, my everything in life is looking after babies. I love everything about the little ones. I love the way they smell, I love the way they laugh, I love the way they make baby noises, I love the way everything they look at  fascinates them, I just love them full stop.

I know this may sound like just another lame maternal rant and maybe it is but I’ve wanted to be a mother since before I can remember well at least before I was even able or allowed to pick a baby up. I’m not planning on having one any time soon and am therefore eternally grateful to all my cousins who keep producing these little bundles of joy.  

Although I have in some ways managed to raise a few little ones over the years by being an au pair; my most memorable experience took place in America. I lived in San Francisco for over a year raising the most amazing baby I have ever met, her name was Kathryn Dawson Hoe but she was most well known as Dawson, Doodles, Little D, Diesel and the list goes on.

She was incredible and unbelievably beautiful. Her mother was Caucasian, American and her father was Asian Australian; otherwise known to me as the AAA Asian, American, Australian. Dawson and I did everything together, we shopped, we went to her classes, we did sight seeing, we had play dates etc. There was never a dull moment in our time together. Though my favourite moments with her; were teaching her how to walk and talk. The best part for me was that she had my accent and not an American one.

Needless to say when my stay was over leaving little D was the hardest thing I have ever done in my life and I still think about her to this day.

What I am grateful for...

There is so much in my life that I should and am grateful for that this blog could go on forever but I will try to keep it short and point out the 3 main factors that make my life so unbelievably awesome.

I shall begin with my family as they take up the biggest part of my life. I realised again the other day how amazing they are and how lucky I am to have them in my life. We were at my cousins mini engagement party (they will be having the proper one in the next few weeks) and I had brought my friend Lindy along with me. We all just sat around drinking and eating and talking absolute hog wash and having the best of times, as we always do. At the end of the night when I asked Lindy if she enjoyed herself; her reply was “you’re so lucky to have a family like that” so I asked her why and if she didn’t do things like that with her family and she responded that she hardly ever saw her family. This helped me to realise how lucky I am and how much I treasure my incredible family.

My friends. I have never really had a group of friends who I felt I could be myself with, well not 100% anyway. So when I met my current group of friends I really did tend to tread a bit lightly around them. This didn’t seem to work at all; so I unleashed my true personality on them and what do you know they loved me, the real me, everything I am and everything I stand for and that makes me truly grateful to have them in my life.

Lastly my dog. This may seem like a funny one but she has ALWAYS been there for me. Through the good and the bad she has never left my side even crying when I cry – seriously. When I left for the States a few years back I literally had to Skype her because she was mourning my being gone so badly. Now that I am back I spend as much time with her as I possibly can and she is so like me it’s actually quite frightening. She loves attention but only for about 5minutes and then she’s had enough, she suffers terribly from allergies and she hates my ex boyfriend-I’d say we the perfect match.

When in Rome

One of the many places I would love to visit one day is Italy. I love the food, the landscape, the language, and of course the men. Ahhhh the stereotypical Italian man, strolling down those cobbled streets, flirting with every girl that walks past, all tanned and BEAUTIFUL,…yes, I love the men.

Italy well actually Rome managed to produce one of the most famous sayings, “when in Rome” and I’m pretty sure most people have managed to use this saying at some stage in their lives. It seems to fit into any situation perfectly especially the naughty ones; this may be where the Italian men fall in… We know they’re not good for us. They have a reputation of being the biggest Casanova’s of all time but we can’t seem to help ourselves, well I know I can’t.  They have that delicious caramel coloured skin with eyes to match, style like no other man and well manners to match that as well. They perfect in every way except when it comes to the one woman one man policy.

So if they can have that attitude ladies lets all fly off to Italy, find a gorgeous Italian man or two and well…”when in Rome”. 

If I were the boss

If I were the boss I create an hour in the day called “siesta time”, like the do in Italy. I would make sure my staff worked super hard but when it came to 2pm it would be siesta time. No one would be allowed to work through this hour and if I found a staff member who had I would fire them. It may sound hash but in the long run it would be for they own benefit because someone who can not listen to an order that is for their own benefit could never listen to an order that was for the benefit of my copany.

12pm would be lunch time and everyone would take this time to come and sit and enjoy one of the many healthy options available on that particular day. We would not serve unhealthy food as this makes people feel ill and lethargic therefore putting them off their game. Lunch time will be about connecting with one another on a social level and not talking about work.

I would also have a gym at my company to help my staff keep physically strong as we all know a healthy body leads to a healthy mind. Every staff member as well as their family would be allowed to use this gym.

 

I believe this sort of take on being boss would not only make you a loved boss but it would make you a wealthy one because your staff would feel up to the challenges and would enjoy living up to them on account that they had a boss who actually cared about them.

Two people come out of a building and into a story...

Not a two story building, but a twenty-two story building. It was an old French inspired architecture hotel in a beach town. They walked into the first bar they layed eyes on. The bar lady at this particular bar, was exhausted. She taught English to foreigners during the day and bartended at night. Her name was Delilah.

It was a warm and fresh Saturday evening and the women in the bar were dressed immaculately. Shining pearls and diamonds adorned their plunging necklines as they swayed to and fro across the room in their elegant dresses. Delilah leaned her tired body against the wall behind the bar, closing her eyes for a minute and wondered what it must have been like to be one of them.

Before she could open her eyes she heard a sudden fit of giggling and hoped she had not been caught drifting away in her own dream land. She looked up and noticed how the attention of the room was all drawn to one corner. There stood two strapping lads, with long dark hair, handsome and awkward. The two were so equally aesthetically appealing she battled to decide where to look! “I wonder where they are from” she pondered.

They were a band visiting from Europe and had heard about the beauty that frequented the bar. Nervously they approached the bar and ordered a round of liqueurs. Delilah was quite hesitant in her service as she wittingly took note of the other women and their infatuation. Time went by and the closing of her shift drew near, her only reprieve was the knowledge of escaping to a little restaurant around the corner where an Uncle kept his doors open till late especially for her. The crowd grew smaller and one by one the women filtered through the revolving doors and a little smile was born.

The lights were dimmed and the room was empty and as she locked up, Delilah turned around to see if everything was in order. As she pushed the door she felt her hand being held behind her and heard a soft, luxurious voice whisper... “Is there somewhere you recommend for a dance, my dear?”

Designer PR

The jump from the Business Faculty to the Faculty of Informatics and design was rather a large one for the Public Relations students; although not too many complaints were made, and in actual fact they seemed to enjoy the idea of being able to sit up at the design building and check out the whose who of the fashion world. This led to a craving for their own new style, a style that screamed professional yet stylish.

Boring, drab, PR clothing was told to make its way back down to the Commerce Building in order to make way for DESIGNER PR. I shall attempt to explain this process by using the 7 steps programme.

The 7 STEPS PROGRAMME:

Step 1: Defining the situation and identifying the problem

PR students moving from the Business Faculty to the Faculty of Informatics and design.

PR Students need a new style of their own.

Step 2: Setting objectives

Create a unique Public Relations style.

A style that is Smart, Sophisticated and Stylish all wrapped in one. (The three ‘S’ approach).

Step 3: Target Audience

Students, Lecturers, Industry and any other future employers.

Step 4: Message

A style does not go out of style as long as it adapts itself to its period. When there is an incompatibility between the style and a certain state of mind, it is never the style that triumphs.” – Coco Chanel

Step 5: Public Relations Activities

We shall create our own style. Not a specific style that everyone should wear the exact same as their neighbour, no, we shall create a unique style that shall be known to all as the “Designer PR” style.

Step 6: Budgeting

We are in an industry where we need to be strong individuals in order to make it anywhere in this field and therefore the budget for fashion shall lie on the individual. Everyone shall have their own budget.

Step 7: Evaluate

This change has been a good one. The feeling of pride is mutual when one looks around and witnesses a room full of well dressed PR students. Therefore Designer PR has a long journey ahead and what an exciting journey it is.

Therefore today we are not looked at as boring old PR students but fashion trend setters and there's nothing wrong with that.

I am not afraid of tomorrow,...

“I am not afraid of tomorrow, for I have seen yesterday and I LOVE today” - William Allen White

I am always inspired by quotes and therefore, decided, it would be best for me to start my blogging career with one that suited the chosen topic: "I am".

I have never been one to fear what is ahead of me. At times I do feel slightly ill at ease when I think of things to come. What will I do once I have finished my degree, where will I go and who will go with me but let’s be realistic...no-one really knows 100% where they are going to end up so WHY should I let my rollercoaster ride scare me. Instead, I think I'll sit back and enjoy the journey.

Mmm… but letting things slide and not taking some form of control may not be such a good idea. So, I need to find a crossroad along this bumpy journey; the ying and yang of my life. How does one achieve the balance?

Is there a school for such things? No, I don’t believe there is but by educating myself in things that interest me and moving forward along this path, I believe, I will eventually find a career more or less suited to me.

If not, if my first job is a complete disaster and makes me feel like I have totally failed in my chosen career, I will lift my head, jump back on the education rollercoaster and start again because I am young and I am free to choose who I am and what I will be…