News C&K heels

DW to B, JT and Shells on her new C&K Heels:

“Yes I damn hearts my new C&K Heels.
When I saws it in Charles and Keith it was like love at first sight.
And when I put it on, I didn’t want to take them off.
If I gots no money to buy the heels also nevermind ‘cos I would steal, beg or borrow the money.
I loves them that much. Sure it hurts my feet a little and sure I have to be extra careful when I walk ‘cos I am so clumsy and the heels are so high and thin…But neverminds all that.
They are so worths it.
I recently began my love/obsession/passion for footwear.
Previously I lived in aunty shoes from Bata-Comfit, my beach thongs and my Crocs…
But now, I is loves my footwears.
I keep on sneaking glances at my heels and my heart like goes… awww…
I so want to do me in these heels!
Loves loves thems.”

For Mars & I

~ Happy Birthday to us, Mars ~

May the coming year be filled with only the best things for us both.

You are missed.

~*~*~*~

Expect to have hope rekindled.
Expect your prayers to be answered in wondrous ways.
The dry seasons in life do not last.
The spring rains will come again.

- Saran Ban Breathnach -

My 26th Year

My 26th Year has been an enjoyable ride.
It has been an ~ Adventurous road trip;
A cruise; A roller coaster; A balloon ride;
A walk in the park; An up-hill hike; A downward tumble.

I enjoyed My 26th Year.
I find myself being blessed more abundantly as each year passes (thank you God!)
and for some uncanny reason, I think that My 27th Year
will be the year I truly make the transition from a girl into a woman.
To finally embrace ‘growing up’… Truly accepting this rite of passage for what it is;
The uncertainties of it all, the pains, the sacrifices, the exuberance of life,
the open road, the chances, the wonderful and the immense possibilities.
My 27th Year will be better, more wonderful, more blessed and
filled with pleasant dreams answered and ‘it-made-me-smile’ kinda memories.

To everyone who was instrumental in making My 26th Year

all that it was, thank you.

Our 1st Valentines

For B;

May we have memories

that bring smiles to our faces when we reminiscence.
May we share a love

that is true and endless.
May our hearts beat together,

inter nos, never apart.
May we always be by each others side

walking hand in hand, two friends, two souls entwined.
This I wish, no more, no less,

on this special day, our first valentines.

Triggers

Sometimes:
A word
An email
A call
An SMS
A message
A laugh
A joke
A pep talk
A glance
A tear
A smirk
A wink
A look
A sentence
A smile
A frown
An action
A song
A sound
A voice
A scene
A smell

Can make me:
Hyper
Happy
Joyful
Enthusiastic
Hopeful
Upset

Hurt
Scream
Smile
Cry
Laugh
Hate
Jealous
Crazy
Emotional
Heartbroken
Suicidal
Think
Regret
Love

Files and Folders...

I wanted to blog about things.

Many many things.

But instead I am sorting out my files and folders

and FB-ing *hehehe*

There are so many files and folders...

I want to go home.

That lingering feeling

The relentless lingering feeling I have been experiencing, of not being able to write or create stems ffrom the fact that I am older, harder,

more bitter, more melanchoic and more tainted.

Its like a bad dose of constipation... emotional constipation.

A bad case of writers block. A dam to whatever creative flow I had in me.

Its a horrible accumalation of feelings and experiences best forgotten.

Suddenly to articulate the words,

to pen down my thoughts on paper is a task so great

that at times I wonder if I can just do it...

Write and write and write.

Create and paint and draw.

But there seem to be layers upon layers of emotion surrounding everything.

Yet there, in all the self-confusion and self-inflicted layers ,

the fact remains that with the knowledge that you are loved,

it is possible to work your way out of the gloom, the insecurities, the confusion

and the muddy waters you have placed around and in yourself.

Love truly is like a beacon,

a ray of hope that shines intoxicatingly.

It beckons you to come closer, to let go, to be free of it all...

I am letting go...

but will you be there to catch me?

I fear

I fear that I can't write nor speak proper anymore.

The words are lopsided, haphazard, a jumble of thoughts colliding out of sight.

Its just the words and actions that don't seem to come out right.

It seems that everything I say is wrong.

I have lost the meaning...

forgotten the lyrics to my inner song.

I miss writing.

I miss speaking.

I miss the words that were always my companion.

I miss you my best friend,my supporter, my champion.

I fear that I can't write nor speak proper anymore.

I fear I am losing you

as I did before.

I don't want to lose you.