Horrible Mind Trip!

Whoa! What happens when you dream of death? Or do dreams project what's in your subconscience?

I had a horrendous nightmare last night and it was about my friend giving birth to a dead baby! The ordeal is still a bit hazy in my memory and all I can remember clearly is that the baby came out in a mummified sorta way. The horror of it!!!

Does this mind trip have a meaning? What is its significance? Or should I just brush it all away?

Grrr...

Chicken Junkie

MENU OF THE DAY

My Sunday lunch always comprises of rice and peas, and grilled chicken acompanied with some greens...yummy!

Florent Pagny - Savoir Aimer

This is one of my all-time favourite songs. Everytime I listen to it - which
is very often - I feel soothed. I don't have the English version and if I do
have time I'll try to translate the lyrics.

Enjoy!

No Sweaty Palms and Still...

I am in love, over again. There comes a time in one's life where one says 'I am in love', most of us do I suppose. But how do you know it's love? Or are we confusing lust with love?

I knew when I was losing myself to someone else and this time it was serious – still is, more and more everyday. The man I fell in love with lured me with mere words and I could not stop my body from responding, though my brain was a bit slow to follow act. However sometimes losing is winning and I am glad I did. Nothing compares to the first flushes of love, nothing at all. In my case it was bewilderment followed by resistance and then acceptance.

My fate was sealed on a warm Sunday night. Compliments are like a balm to one's ego but surprisingly I was rather shown appreciation – as if he knew that being complimented on my physical characteristics turns me off - and thatthrew me off. I am stupid right? What woman wouldn't like to have the man of her life or any man at that, whispering sweet nothings about how her eyes twinkle or how that skirt complement her skin tone and so on? Not me for sure. Yes I am stupid. Or maybe you could blame it on certain attitudes I had come across as a child who had left a message indelibly printed across my brain that other people's criticism was something I must learn to live with. No great expectations here.

Anyhow, I fell for him – hook, line and sinker. Not a day goes by I feel a tiny ache within myself that if fate had not allowed us the time to discover each other what would've become of us? Dwelling on negative thoughts won't do any good – as he would say – so let's pursue happiness instead.

There are no words to describe how much I love him. As for the question 'How do I know it's love?' Simple – the way he hugs me, the way his eyes mist over when he confesses his love to me and the way he holds on to me when…erm…better leave it unsaid or rather unwritten…

However it's not going to be a bed of roses all the time and I would not want it to be. A rose with no thorn loses its charm and beauty. Pain is part of happiness.

Caught up in throes of passion and love, I can finally admit that cynical, I'm not anymore. That thing called love has again stroke and I'm thrilled to be one of its 'victims'.

It all comes down to this….

Always his…

Cynicism does haunt me sometimes...

Today was one of the most boring days of my life; when I say boring I should probably add irksome too. Day by day I get the feeling that I’m leading a humdrum existence. That mental weariness is also compounded by the selfish acts of people who are around me. Since the beginning of time, women have been used by men and still are. You may think you are independent but there’s always a man who thinks he can control you, in one way or another. Some of them would brawl to make you pay attention and then some would manipulate you with their silence. Is it ever going to end? So much for the gender equality but hey we forgot something….MEN’S EGO! I don’t know where that need to prove to others that they are the best and the strongest sprout from. Have they never heard about speech being silver and silence being gold?? If Pierre Luquet (God bless his soul) was still alive maybe he could have given us some more thorough answers about that! Now, now! I’m not a man-hater but some of them do get on my nerves. I ‘m not trying to generalize here – though it does sound like it – and my excuse is that I’m a woman and that’s one of my prerogatives! I do feel bitchy when some ponces who got no sense of decorum, decide to rub me the wrong way deliberately. And thank you, I am big enough to make my own decisions!

P.S: If you think I’m a misandrist then yes you are a jerk!

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