Friday, 2nd January 2009
Welcome to the moon, my head and 2009
Undoubtedly 2009 has come with many resolutions we are all so eager to fulfill. I’m the type to start off into keeping them all and then really slacking along the way. There are only some things I really take a fancy to which I keep up, only if I convince myself enough that I’m good at what It is that I’ve chosen to pursue.
For the millionth time I have convinced myself that I will once again attain the washboard stomach I had a year ago! So I started walking along the Sliema front last week. I chose a Sunday morning…. by 9 a.m. the morning sun was beating down on me while I started my power walking along the promenade.
Some people walk to shed the pounds, others are determined to keep a fit body even post 50, others walk to forget, others to remember. I always enjoy my walks because I’m able to clear my mind and think things through. I didn’t take my Ipod with me and just walked and kept a steady pace focusing on the sound of everything surrounding me and my steps on the hard ground. At times my feet squelched stepping on the leaves, which had fallen from the trees and hadn’t been picked up yet and my mind started thinking in snow-ball effect. “Don’t they have a sweeper in Sliema?” I thought to myself….”yeah they do, but why hasn’t he swept today? Maybe they have shifts? Maybe he’s off?”
A car sped past and suddenly I heard a massive thud and realised the driver was NOT going to be enjoying his new year because he had ‘Effed’ up his suspensions, while he managed what seemed to be a head on dive into an abyss of tarmac. On a side note, will someone please do something about the roads?, …I seriously wish I had a flag of Malta in hand I’d stick in that pot hole, right there “Welcome to the moon dear friends, this is Malta 2009.”
“Walking is somewhat entertaining” I thought to myself. The 8 a.m. Paceville rejects are always ‘charming’, one of them stuck his tongue out at me and rolled it all the way up, he thought it was sexual …..I thought it was hideous. What was this guy thinking? That half way through my power walk I was (A) going to give him my number (B) going to stop and converse with him or ravage him (C) spend the entire rest of my walk thinking about his gesture…..OR maybe none of the above and I went off at a tangent there.
I quickly confirmed that I’ve still “got it” when a man of around 60 passed by me and said “oh yes, sexy girl, I want your body, very nice” I mean, come on girls it’s a total ego boost, when a man that age utters those words isn’t it?…. “NAAAAATTT” I hear you proclaim whilst rolling your eyes. So I just snigger and keep wiggling, doing that ‘marathon style’ walk where my hips just out threatening to knock anyone to the other side of the road.
Then out of the blue I see something which catches my eye, is it Puff Daddy? Sorry, I’ll rephrase that, P.Diddy, as he likes to call himself these days, is it Snoop Dog is it any other ‘Pimpin Mofo’ out on the prowl? no, it’s an old 80-year-old, dressed like it’s Carnival Sunday walking briskly. A cross the size of a plate hanging off his neck, a glitzy purple shirt buttoned right to his neck and a jacket sporting all the suit of cards in a deck, walking along looking as white as a ghost, Someone must’ve given him the 01 IVORY WHITE foundation instead of 04 AUTUMN TOAST colour. “Interesting” I thought….he’s like a cross between Michael Jackson and Freddy Kruger, only he doesn’t wear a mask and his nails aren’t blades….
So much for deep thoughts about the financial crisis, or anything serious, this is where my mind was at on a Sunday morning at 9 a.m….fantastic! And another year is upon us.
Wednesday night I was standing on a stage, with Ruby right behind me. A crowd of over 6,000 singing ‘Love me or Hate Me’ it was an absolutely brilliant way to end the year! And in a flash I remembered 2008, with fondness and with bitterness. The year I lost my voice, and won it back in a big way, had my heart broken and mended up real nicely by someone worth the world, launched my album and won an award for it, and reconfirmed that I love the stage and want to keep performing for as long as I live. So I’m gonna stick to the walking regime!
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