GUEST BLOG: 'So, I hear you like cats.' By El Vampiro

Hello Blog readers!
How's this for something special~
One of my long time friends, who is practically like a big brother to me, asked this morning if he could write a Guest Blog.
I was stoked at the idea!
So.. here goes, i hope you enjoy it,
xox

You’re a cat person or you’re a dog person. You can’t like both, there is no middle ground. If you’re a cat person, lets get it out there straight up, YOU HAVE NO SOUL…


- Guide dogs/Seeing-eye dogs, yes. Cats? NO – SELFISH BLACK HOLES
- You occasionally hear stories of bad smells coming from neighbours apartments & later find that the owner had been dead for two days & had been partially eaten by their cat. I’ve heard this personally more then a few times, ever with a dog? NO
- Dogs are so awesome, they made a show about one that continually saved the day. This dog was called Lassie, even a Flipper the dolphin was capable of doing good things. Ever heard of show about a cat saving the family continuously? I didn’t think so!
- Dogs are so beautiful and sensitive they literally know their masters voice & can tell if they're getting called by their name or not. Cats? They don’t care about you or the useless name you gave them and will only come to you if they think you're going to feed them, in fact call them anything & they wouldn’t know the difference with names.
- After earthquakes & terrorist attacks, do you ever hear of rescuers using cats to find survivors in the rubble? Cats dragging along sleds in the ice purely so humans don’t have to walk? Sniffer-cats helping the cops find the murders, rapists and criminals? No.
- You come home in a bad mood or even the slightest bit annoyed & the dog will sense it, come to you as you crumble to the floor & just put its paw on you in a gentle way of saying “Hang in there dude!”. A cat? It won’t even touch you unless it thinks its getting food & only then it might rub its body on your pants leaving multitudes of filthy hair everywhere. YUCK!
- Dogs dream. You can sometimes see their paws slightly kick & even the occasional yelp as they're trying to save you in their dream – its beautiful. Cats? They nap. All day, just waiting for you to fall asleep too so they can kill you & have a comfy place to dig their razor sharp claws into.
- Cats have no loyalty, they could leave you and just go where the food is, no stress. Dogs have one owner. One Master – YOU! And will do almost anything for you. They don’t care if you worked all day outside and smell filthy or you just came home from a hit and run & have the body in your boot ready to hide, they would be the first to help “I’ll dig the hole for you dude!” Cats? You're guilty from the second they look at you.
- If someone who you're close to who knows everything about you & you both intimately trust each other, tells you not to trust someone you pretty much take their word for it because you know they don’t want you to get hurt/murdered. Why do you think dogs hate cats so much? Because they’re evil. Cats are evil.
Don’t even start me on they’re stupid faces, they can’t show emotion. No sad, no happy, no painful just the same stupid face all the time. Yuck.
~El Vampiro.

FACEBOOK - ERADICATION

I did it.
I actually did it.
After procrastinating for approximately 1 year & having the thought bubbling away in the back of my brain..
I got myself an injection of Dutch courage & did it.
Not a literal injection you crazies! It's a metaphor. Dutch courage comes from within oneself.
(All you need is 20 seconds of insane courage & something good will come of it. I promise. That goes for a lot of things actually... put yourself out there, take the chance & see where it leads you. Often you'll get pleasantly surprised & wonder why you never took the chance earlier.)
What the hell am i talking about?
Well.. if the heading didn't already give it away... *drum roll please
A little over a month ago, i deleted my Facebook account!
I've been dry for almost.. 6 weeks i think.
But who's counting?
The reasons i deleted it, you really want to know?
Let's get one thing clear straight up- it was nothing personal against anyone on there.
I definitely still love you.
This decision was purely because i wanted to remove myself from the equation & just have a bit of a break from the constant stream of information, sometimes useless information, which i was definitely guilty of time & time again!
I'm the first to admit this.
And also i much prefer receiving a text or a nice phone call instead of someone posting a comment on my wall or poking me. (Whether i wanted to be poked or not.. )
Then theres that whole scenario where you meet someone new for the first time & they exclaim 'OH! Nice to finally meet you, I see you on Facebook all the time!' (and what they don't tell you is '..and i have already prejudged you on what i have seen on Facebook.' Preconception. It's ok, don't give me a chance to give you a proper first impression in person. That's totally fine. You've clearly already made up your mind about me anyway.)
To the people who sent me a text asking 'OMG!! Did you delete your FB? Is everything ok?!'
Yes. I am totally fine, nothing bad happened. Thankyou.

***

My new addiction now that Facebook is out of my life?
I thought you'd never ask:
http://www.lookbook.nu/
*Gawk!
You didn't honestly think that after deleting Facebook i would be sitting here all day long just twirling my long blonde hair & sipping lattes now did you? As fun as that is!
Silly! You know me better than that.
Not even sure how i stumbled across Lookbook, but what i do know is that it was love at first sight.
Some of the outfits on there are out of this world! Gorgeous.
I'm only brand new to it & it's highly intimidating. Yes.
Did i just say that? I am intimidated.
Little old me who doesn't get intimidated by anyone or anything.
Or if i did, you would never actually know it because I'm too stubborn to let my guard down far enough for that to be revealed to you. A girls got to have some secrets!
Let me get something clear, it's not so much intimidated by peoples looks as such, although there are many beauties on there, it's more intimidation of their amazing style & creativity in putting outfits together.
Perhaps it's jealousy & intimidation mixed with awe & respect..
Check it out for yourselves.
Inspire me!

Having said all of that.... I'll probably be back on Facebook by the end of the month!

xox

THE DEVIL aka CANCER.

On a serious note.

Who hasn't been affected by someone who has had cancer?

I doubt any of you would be able to say 'Not I' to

the above question.

And if you can 100% honestly say that, you are one of the

luckiest people alive.

It almost feels like I've been around it my whole life.

Physically I haven't experienced it but personally I have.

A few too many times.

Actually you know what, I've been surrounded by death

my entire life.

Friends. Family. Loved ones.

~As I'm sure you can all relate to~

No one can escape it & no one can hide from it.

Recently i learned that someone who is very dear to me has just found out their mum has breast cancer.

I was choking back tears when i found out.

In that very moment, nothing else in my little

insignificant life mattered.

Nothing.

Not the stresses of work.

Not wondering if that cutie with the amazing smile actually

might like me.

Not a thing.

As I write the rough draft of this blog in my notebook (yes, I actually hand write it in a notebook first & edit it. Old school styles) I am currently sitting in a random cafe thinking & reminiscing about life & the people I've loved & lost.

Whether it's been because of cancer or another unforeseeable circumstance taking someone away too young.

MP3 player plugged into my ears drowning out the

world around me...

...Andrea Bocelli 'The Prayer' comes on.

Bloody hell.

The one song that makes me cry. Always.

*instant tears*

This is too much. I have to go.

Tell those who you love that you do.

To my darling girl friend.

Hang in there my love.

Infinity hugs, kisses & love.

You are not alone.

XOX

ps- I Love You.

'WOMANISER' / 'PLAYER'

Are you?

It's definitely not the most desired thing to be called.

So why the label/s?

Do people use these labels to degrade others in the hope that they will feel good about themselves?

To make them look like a better person?

Is there a higher authority that people reserve the right to use only at someone elses downfall/expense?

Who gives a rats.

In the grand scheme of things, who am I to judge the next person?

Seriously.

By judging others too soon, it makes us look shallow.
Answer me this truthfully- Do you REALLY feel better after dissing someone? You might be smirking on the outside, but deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, is your moral compass telling you it's not cool to do that..

Let's break it down & see what we come up with.

What makes a guy a womaniser/player anyway?

Perhaps it's just a perception that isn't based on fact.

He gets along well with the ladies? He's charming? He's charismatic? He knows what he wants & goes for it?

Wow. He sounds terrible. I'll take one!

(i must say.. it is a lethal mix if you have the right balance of each of those! see previous post discussing these: http://copesesque.blogspot.com/2011/05/confidence-charisma-charm-lethal-mix.html )

So what if he prefers hanging out with the ladies- we are nice to look at, we always smell amazing & hey- shock horror- we're kind of interesting too.

You feel comfortable hanging out with girls?

That's cool.

I feel comfortable hanging out with guys.

Exhibit A: a couple of weeks ago i was at a pub for a farewell. For about 2-3hours, i was drinking beer & playing snooker with the boys. No other girl played. Me & a range of different guys.

Hold up- am i a player because of this?

Surely not.

It does swing both ways.. although girls are more commonly known as maneaters or flirts.
Or worse.. but you don't need me to spell it out for you.

Either/ either.

Bottom line is, if a girl is dumb enough to believe everything she hears without working it out for herself, she's obviously not worth your time or energy.

What ever happened to 'Don't judge a book by it's cover?'

Personally, i take it all with a grain of salt.

If somebody exclaims 'He's a player.' In my books, that makes them look worse than the so called 'player.' Why the diss?

(Pretty sure i discussed this at the outset..)

A friend recently told me that he had been called a 'womaniser.'

What- is this now a black mark against his name? Beware girls!

I think not.

What is interesting is that I had been told this same person was a 'player.'

As much as i was never going to tell him about this, i fessed up.

It wasn't easy. But as he'd brought up the subject, i knew

it would be ok.

Those labels? Empty.

I never believed for a moment that he was.
At the same time, isn't everyone a little bit like this?

More often than not, after you actually get to know someone, they are nothing like the lies you heard at first & you'll discover something amazing- that they are actually a really

lovely person.

Those who believe everything they hear instead of working it out for themselves.. take a little time & work it out in your own head. Don't blab your empty lies to us.

Did i do the right thing by telling my friend?

xox

ps- This post wouldn't be complete without this, hahaa, enjoy:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWJhpFdiAXc

SYDNEY ADVENTURES

It begins.

3 day long weekend.

15 Melbournians.

1 Capital City.

~INVASION~

Before i even left Melbourne, 2 good things happened to me.

1- Phone call from a friend offering me to pick me up at Sydney airport. Score! Thanks mate!

2- A text from another friend asking me out for dinner in Sydney. Lovely.

FAST FORWARD

I'm in Sydney. I've checked into accom. I've eaten. And am on my way to a party in Manly.

On the way, a friend sent me a text saying 'don't bother coming.'

We were 5 minutes away.. and well, i was intrigued. Onward.

To say that Melbourne brought the party to the party, is an understatement.
(dear Sydneysiders: don't hate me!)

I think it was half Melbourne & half Sydney people.

The guys were *rather* friendly.

Randomly coming up & introducing themselves.

Getting in photos with you.

(Quite a change from Melbournians who are rather highly strung & too scared of rejection that they wont bother to say 'hi.')

Then this one guy who i had only just met grabbed my hand on the dancefloor & said 'Lets salsa!'

Right.

They're playing house music & you want to salsa?!

So we salsa'd for a bit & i was just not feeling it.

Couldn't get me out of the awkwardness fast enough.

Yes, i did feel a little bit bad that i didn't dance with him for long. Sorry. I'm sure you're lovely.

I wont lie, i prefer dancing to dirty RnB.

"Any day of the week & twice on Sundays"- that's a quote from my favourite movie, 'A Few Good Men.'

Back to the party.
I did definitely meet some nice people & caught up with a lovely friend which was ace.
She actually said to me 'When i sent you that text, the party was really boring, but then all of the Melbourne crew showed up & it got heaps better! You guys bought the party!'

I was quietly stoked :)

The difference between a Sydney party & a Melbourne party?

Who even knows.

If I was to speculate.. i would say it's the people.
Melbournians aren't wildly crazy, we just don't give a rats as long as we're enjoying ourselves & having fun, nothing else matters.
Making fools of ourselves? Yeah. We don't care.
Good friends. Good tunes. Good vibes.

Maybe because Sydney is such a beautiful city there's a pretense that comes with living there?

Dare i say, a standard that if you don't meet, you'll feel like the odd one out & will be getting odd sideways glances.

Or as a friend said to me recently "it's like a disabled kid on the bus - you know its not right to stare but somehow you

can't avert your eyes."

If you don't fit the mould, do you get rejected?

Please don't get me wrong, i love every bit about Sydney & i always have a blast each time I'm there.

HOLD ON.

I love Sydney.. I always have a blast there..

Am i meant to be a Sydneysider?

XOX

CONFIDENCE, CHARISMA, CHARM= LETHAL MIX.

You know how there are those extremely irritating people who just seem to OOOOZE the above mentioned?

Yeah. I know a few of them as well.

You'll be at a party or out for drinks with a whole crew & then 'they' decide to show up in all their glory. 

All they have to do is walk in & instantly they command the attention of the entire room.
All this before they've even taken off their coat.

It's not necessarily what they wear or anything visual.

It seems to be an aura that follows them around.

They have an 'air' about themselves, it's self
confidence, but not cockiness. 
There is a difference between someone confident
& someone cocky.
(FYI it is easy to distinguish between the two)
You can't help but be intriguied by them.
They're always smiling, always friendly, always chatting & laughing, know everyone & everyone is always happy to see them.
And on top of all of that not 1 bad word can be spoken of them.
You can't buy confidence, charisma or charm, so where
does it come from?
Can it be learned? I think to an extent it can be.
Putting into practice is a completely different story.
It's something that needs to come from within.
Or as these guys say...

So you should probably just 'Fake it 'til you make it.'
Or instead of getting with the negatives in life & worrying obsessively about what other people may think about you, be happy with your self.
Don't be intimidated by it.
Know yourself.
If you are happy with you, then you will be one of those enviable people who oooze confidence, charisma & charm.
And you didnt even have to break a sweat!
xox