T ra relations of "Odi et amo" to entertain with things, situations, people, animals, minerals, herbal ... letter or will, in pole position is clearly the Fashion Square. And here we come finally to the much-awaited (by me and a bit 'dreaded) time to explain here to you why they chose the name of this blog!
My relationship with the fashion is born early, already very small when required with all my strength (and my ultrasonic cries) my desire to show off a total candy pink look into conflict with my mother has always been a lover of blue in all its nuances.
Then the years passed and my relationship with fashion has grown, has matured and has become increasingly narrow. Honestly, I never thought we'd get to the point of official, I thought that we would 're just a lover for life, but then the situation has changed: the fate had different plans for us in Serbian ...
And here I am almost overnight catapulted into the glitzy world of fashion (???) System as a naive intern full of hopes and expectations that you have readily dismissed .
It was then that I realized that our relationship could not continue, at least on a professional level, and I shamelessly and blatantly betrayed a "squalid multinational operating in the fast food restaurants (we understood, no ?!?).
A betrayal unworthy, as I had been warned, I would never be forgiven, but I was determined and, knowing that perhaps I would never be able to come back on my feet, I continued undeterred on my way.
But alas, like all love stories also contrasted our never finally ended and I continued to secretly love it, hoping for a flashback leaving the door of my heart (and my curriculum) always open. So much so that one day, in a flash of lucid and insane sincerity, I even confessed myself that if she had sought me, I would be back to their heels and his head bowed as the prodigal son who returns home from his father.
And so, unfortunately, was: as soon as I had the opportunity to be plunged back into the abyss of our turbulent history, with the highs and lows (to be honest there were only high heels that supreme spirit of sacrifice I endured daily). Among other things, that unlike the prodigal son to meet me and I found no party nor any fatted calf was killed in my honor (not counting all those who have sacrificed themselves for the noble cause of my bags). On the contrary, as was expected, I brought home just another rip-off!
And here I am once again to lick their wounds (that you had the same wounds inflicted on my poor pride a few years ago) again deluded, disillusioned and disappointed in the blink of eyes!
But now I really just say: I swear! This time the door of my heart I close to double, even triple the supply and throw the keys on the bottom of the ship where they will be forever swallowed by a fish with three eyes or those strange winged crocodiles that everyone calls mosquitoes ...
This time is real and is forever! Our story ends, you put a point, I'm going to end and start again with a new sentence into my life and this time without you damned (the) fashion!
But while I'm here to please me with such great determination, I remember strange comes to mind: situations already experienced, words have been said, and repeated mistakes already made ... and so back down to earth and I remember that I am the exception to the rule you learn wrong ": I do not I ever learn from my mistakes, but I persevere with increasing insistence (to stay on the subject of proverbs, if err I'm definitely evil is human!).
The problem is that good intentions are there, but I always lose on the road, forgetting where I left on time and where I'm going, only to end up in the same dead end! Please someone donate me a Tom Tom with maps of good intentions !!!!!!!!!!
Besides, I am the one that while my boss was speaking to me (ed. note: for the first time in a month that I worked there !!!!!) to say that in September I would have renewed the contract thought: "But in the end is nice, shame that I realize just now and I can not know him better ".... but we understand ????? In one word: Unrecoverable!
Ah, just to tell the truth, once again the good news I was given the day of the fateful business dinner, a nice dinner with colleagues to say goodbye before the holidays and maybe see you in September (yes, for those who will ....): timing and above all feel!
In any case, this can not be just a coincidence, interpellerò Maga magician to have clarification on: I will not be haunted by the curse of mica company dinner?!?
