Inspiration Thursday // Getting rid of stuff that makes you feel like Ass #138

Photobooth'n with our Mexican wall hangings (life size). 

The photo is totally irrelevant to this post but just incase you were curious, yes we do have life sized Mexican wall hangings in our apartment. I call them Enrique and Pocahontas. But Pocahontas is apparently American Indian, whatever. She'll always be Pocahontas to me.

I try to use a lot of what my friends say in my blog without, of course, embarrassing them. However, recently I was given this one piece of advice that was too good to pass up. It sounds weird as fuck but trust me it works. Bare with me.

Now this is talent #130

I have, on occasion, been known to weep like a weirdo when I hear an amazing singing voice. I remember I had a friend who wouldn't sing infront of lots of people and I kept trying to get her to sing me a song. One day we were sitting at the piano and she played an Enrique Iglesias song. I was seriously trying to do the whole 'look at the roof to hold back the tears' thing. After that she didn't stop singing in front of lots of people, and that song became something we performed together for the next 3 years.

That shit cray. 

These are some other singers that make me weep like a weirdo. 

Why do strange things always happen to me? #122

I always seem to find my self in these awfully strange situations. I am yet to come up with a good explanation as to why I am constantly plagued with this insanity. What's that I hear you say? Weird stuff happens to everybody? No I don't think you understand.

Let me give you an example.

I would like to elaborate a little more on point 5 from last weeks '5 Reasons why you have to travel'. So I went to the movies with a friend to watch The Avengers (great movie by the way). We picked nice seats on the righthand side of the cinema, close to the aisle, next to an elderly woman. I strategically chose our seats and considered them to be the best in the room (I'm very particular about that). So the movie runs smoothly and I'm really caught up in the storyline. You can tell that it's nearing the end because the fight scene is in the all-the-characters-ban-together-for-human-kind phase. I'm totally hooked. Literally just as (*spoiler alert) the antagonist 'gets served' by none other than The Incredible Hulk two panels drop out of the ceiling on our row of seats. I hear the two boys a few seats down say "What the f***". I ignore it and try to keep watching the movie. Next thing some sort of fluid starts gushing out of the ceiling. My first thought is 'holy crap there's a swimming pool above us we have to get out or we're going to die'. I suddenly turn into Bear Grylls. However, just as I go to do a pseudo gymnastics side vault over the elderly woman next to me I hear the two boys say, "WHAT THE F***! THIS IS SHIT DUDE. THERE'S SHIT ON ME!".

Whipping my Anus into Shape #105

I don't know how this is going to happen but some way, some how I'm going to get all fancy with health.

That means:
- Getting a kick ass playlist. I haven't been listening to too much 'popular' music lately but embarassingly I went for a run to this today and it (I kid you not) made me feel like Rocky.

Inspiration Thursday // Everybody has to start somewhere #103

I never really understood what people meant when they said, "Everybody has to start somewhere". Of course I understood it to some extent but I could never really apply it to myself. I always thought (maybe I still do) that there was a fast track to getting to where you want to be. However, don't misinterpret that. I don't mean that there had to be an 'easy' way but I thought if you knew the 'ins and outs', by that I mean really really really know your shit, you wouldn't have to go through that embarrassing ground work. Not the case.

Take this blog for example. I started it 100 days ago. I posted a lot of crap at the start that I look back on now and cringe, but I had to start somewhere. And in 100 days I've built an audience I'm proud of, I've been offered to write for a magazine regularly, I have been asked to freelance fashion blog, I've met one of my idols (which would not have happened if I wasn't blogging), I've had the PR agent for one of the biggest fashion brands in the world look at my work, I get messages from people I've never met saying how much they like my work, I intern/work for one of the biggest lifestyle blogs in the world, and I've been asked to film my daily life (paid this time). Not bad for 100 days. Regardless I had to start somewhere and had I not gone through those cringeworthy starting stages I wouldn't be doing what I'm doing now.

I wouldn't say blogging is something I put my career focus toward (having said that who knows what the future holds), but it's almost like an online resume. And it's something I can look back on in 5 years and be like 'oh yeah that's where I came from and this is where I am now'.
Everybody has to start somewhere.

Now I'm going to pour myself a glass of 3 brooms Sav (which I've never heard of in my life) -apparently it's from New Zealand. And I'm going to toast to myself because I think what I've done is pretty awesome.

Peace, Morgs :)
p.s have you done this yet?

HELLO NEW YORK #95

I have a new thing happening. I didn't think it would last but so far I've had three emails back! So let's keep with it. I was inspired by the Brooklyn thought bubble project done by the bad ass "colour me katie". Mine's called 'Hello New York'. If you find one of these bad boys around the city take a picture with it and post it on my facebook page here. Some of them say nice things, some of them attempt to kick you in the ass. YOU'RE WELCOME!

YAY
Peace, Morgs