I don't match

I have blonde hair and tinted dark eyebrows. I wear white on white with cloud blue wedges, red lipstick and a LV clutch.

Explain to me how that matches?

I don’t match.

Many things in our lives don’t match, not everything can match. Not every story matches coming out of the mouths of others, but hey, everyone secretly loves to hear that dirty gossip.

Europe summer 2013 changed me officially for the better. Prior to my trip about a year or two ago, yes I would worry about what people thought of me through my style and personality. But then I reminded my self, I have enough confidence to last me five life times!

People may say what they like about me:

·      Snobby

·      A dreamer

·      Territorial

·      No style

·      Loud… Too loud

·      Vulgar

·      Inappropriate

·      Emotional

·      Pushover

·      Too much to handle

People would say don’t listen to it, but I choose to listen to it. Why?

Because it reminds me that I can too say those things about my self. Yes, sometimes I can be “Too much”; oh that’s my favourite one, but yes, I could say that my personality is overflowing like a flood in Sydney on a harsh rainy day, however to argue that point, I would much rather be the non-matching princess who strives for the champagne and diamond life as opposed to being boring and content with my life.

If people had nothing to say about me then I’d think I would be doing something wrong with my life. I have now learnt that those who speak about me and say what they wish about me assist me in my crave, hunger and desire to be the best at what ever I end up doing with my life.

I don’t match.

I love that I have so much confidence for one individual.

The ‘negative’ comments made by others about me, remind me that…

A princess is spoken about by commoners, but does not associate with commoners.

I surround my self with diamonds. And the diamonds that are around me are my loves. My friends and family, not the crystals you choose to put on your fake Breitling. 

Quote by - Princess Ivana Zoric 

Xx Princess I. 

Little Miss, Young love, letters and romance.

Country boy had written Little Miss a total of 6 letters in the time frame of a year. Each of them had been from particular aspects of their relationship. She yearned for letters, starved herself for affection and drank herself out of it. She wanted their love to be as strong as Ali and Noah’s. She wanted 365 letters addressed to her personally. She wanted to feel that suffocating love and worship.

But it wasn’t there and she didn’t feel it.

She had everything she wanted, her tall dark and handsome, the letters, the so-called love, the passion and not to forget the emotions. He gave her everything she could have asked for but why wasn’t it good enough? Because he had created their little world around lies and empty promises. Constantly disappointed, Little Miss had decided to call country boy to end it. What was the point of meeting if there was a 40/60 chance of him turning up? Him and his empty promises are no longer trusted.

For their 1-year anniversary, she had planned an extravagant day for the two of them, little did she know that he was going to cancel their plans and propose the idea of going to their local café for their 1-year anniversary. At that point, she had realised it was time for her to leave and remove her self from such a torturously drained and empty relationship.

My question to you is what do you prefer to drink, Dom Perignon or a cheap bottle of $9.00 champagne?

Little Miss had begun to enjoy the finer breeds of men as opposed to the generic ‘off the shelf’ kind of man. She had thrown away letters and romance, for daring lust with a Breitling sitting comfortably on his left wrist, giving her 10% romance, making her crave more and more of him.

Each time Mr. Breitling had his eyes on another Miss, it made her crave more of him. He had told her on one of their dates “Change your hair colour, I missed it when it was blonde my Princess” and so she did. He was a drug that she was forbidden to have but couldn’t stop the cravings even if she tried.

Bright lights, V.I.P service and expensive people with hidden agendas, surrounding Little Miss and what she had become. A darker side of her had come out and she loved every minute of it.

Life is far to short to base your life on love stories that are never realistically going to happen. If you are not capable of holding onto a stable relationship, stabilize the relationship between you and your glass of Champagne.

Princess at Short Street Double Bay, Sydney. 

Princess I. Xx

Take the next exit

Do you ever get the feeling that it is just time to leave everything behind and start fresh?

Within the past six months I have made a number of choices that have exposed a side of me that I did not know existed. Some of them were for the better and a few were for the worse.

I’ve decided to class him as the double shot of all kinds of wrong.

I know holding onto this acquaintance will not benefit me in any way but there is something about this not so fairy-tale situation that leaves me wanting more every single time that we are in the same vicinity. Five minutes or five hours, this is a feeling that is almost as good as a double shot of Vodka in my signature cocktail Caipiroska.

On the contrary, I know he isn’t good for me so I chose to trial out a new fruit from the fruit basket. You could say he was tall dark and handsome with definitely not as many skeletons in his wardrobe as the daring double shot. He did everything right and was the perfect gentleman. But if he was so good to me why did I feel so disconnected when I was with him?

Instead of thinking with my mind, I have been thinking with my heart. All of my choices and decisions have been based around keeping the double shot out and away from my thoughts.

What I have just recently realised is that he has never left… He has always been at the back of my mind since the last words we had spoken to each other. 

Even though the connection is there, I am making it a personal challenge to stay away from the double shot.

Why?

Because no one likes a drunk girl.

Lets hope that six weeks in Europe for the summer is what completely rids me of my old habits and loves. The excitement I have for summer in Croatia is unexplainable. Lets just hope its as good as 2012 summer in Croatia, tanning the day away, dancing the night away with a few sassy moonlight kisses with strangers who had come to this glistening coastal country to party their problems away just the way I did.

Princess I. 

One brain two minds

Why does an iPhone need a charger? Why does a tree need water? And why does Annabelle need a sidekick to feel better about her self? For a girl that started at the bottom of the social pyramid, Annabelle is definitely not doing to bad for her self. 

Beginning at the bottom is usually where majority of people start on the social ladder. However Annabelle was lucky to climb the social ladder so fast that she had stepped on anyone that got in her way, including her long time best friend of 20 years Carmella. She has finally made her way through bringing her newly best friend with her Manuela who was originally a quiet acquaintance of Carmella. 


Carmella was and still is a butterfly that may be at the top of the ladder, but accepts anyone with open arms no matter who you are, even if there may be social differences. However, this is something that Annabelle resented Carmella for. The fact that everyone loved her and that she was able to make friends with a tree even if she tried to. 

From being a girl who would accept and love anyone, even the not so popular of the male specimen kind, she has developed her shy and quiet personality to a blossomed black thorn rose. 


Now you ask where am I getting at with this post? My point is that the black rose has blossomed to become a flower like all roses. However it has chosen to stab the other roses with its thorns to ensure there are no other roses standing besides its self and its partner in crime, damaging all the other roses in the flower field. 


Where are they all today? Annabelle and Manuela have grown an unbreakable bond, which is positive in a sense however has made her previous friendships so toxic; she can't bear to remember them. 

And for Carmella, she is a peaceful butterfly and will always be the original social butterfly, who will never lose her spot on the social pyramid. She is one mind, one brain. 

Princess I. 

Page One

2012 was a year that had major highs and major lows. My life in the time frame of one year felt like it was changing rapidly more than I change my g-string. From re-kindling old flames, lighting new flames, to losing friends, to gaining friends, to losing friends again and then doing that cycle over 5 times! 

But now, I'm finally where I want to be as of yet... Studying a Bachelor of Communications and hopefully brushing up my literary skills throughout this three year degree, maybe my journey down the successful path will be myself as a journalist or even a radio host. Who knows... If you know me personally, I tend to dream big even when realistically they might be out of my league. Never the less, I like to dream big and I will keep dreaming big until I reach one of my hundreds of goals. 

No I'm not trying to be the next Carrie Bradshaw, or even the next Samantha Jones, even though I do enjoy writing as well as a good piece of candy to stand by me. I am simply Princess from the West who: 

loves to travel
loves to party and forget what happened the day after
loves spontaneous hookups 
loves meeting new people 
loves being such a social butterfly 
loves to love 

In a few sentences, I am a girl who can party till the sun comes up, but a girl who falls as hard for love as falling off the Eiffel tower.

My weird obsession with anchors falls into my princessed up life because of my die hard love for the ocean as well as the Mediterranean and the coastal city of Croatia, Zadar. Oh and not to mention the imaginary anchor in my head that continuously tells me "Princess' refuse to sink, so don't do it". 

Princess.I.