Monday, 11 April 2011

LOVE! Shout it out loud!

Put your hands up if you're a Lovelier! Yes, yes I just made that word up but it sounds nice and it's more than being a lover, its being a fan of love, of lovely, of loving and as a good fan, shouting it out.
Why is it that we all love love stories?  Happy endings and romance, exciting moments when people finally shout out that they love each other.  We all love films and books, gossip and tales about it, but when it comes to doing it ourselves, it's so hard!
I know it's a protective thing, not showing yourself vulnerable, avoiding rejection, getting hurt.  But what about the excitement and possibilities? Not only in romantic love but in the things, moments, places we love!
I wish there was some sort of alcohol equivalent what we could drink from and suddenly feel uninhibited and free to shout out what it is that we love.
Do me a favour, Love a little more! you won't regret it! And if you love someone that might just love you back, just tell them... maybe watch a few Disney films first (hey, that could be our alcohol equivalent).


Here we go!

L is for lets shout it out
Otherwise they'll never know
V is for very good things and no doubt
Everything  will come to flow

Loveliers, love's coming after you
contagious, delirious, deranged
keep not, better spread it all out like the flu
shout out, let no one be estranged.


Sunday, 20 March 2011

Little Moments of Happiness

Sometimes not having a good camera is not as bad as you think.  Last night the moon was the closest it had been blah blah blah, the point is it was absolutely amazing.  I was so perplexed by it that I needed to take a photograph to remember this spectacle.  Photographing the moon is one of the hardest things ever, it never quite captures the beauty of it (being in the middle of a motorway didn't exactly help either).  As I tried helplessly to get at least one picture, I discovered, I could draw with the moon.
I love this photo, it's an unintentional effect of a little moment of happiness. The dancing moon and a paintbrush camera.


A dancing moon, 
swimming outside
sun on your face
floating with the tide

dancing with your eyes closed
laughing till you cry
eating what you love the most
having not to say goodbye

                                   listening to" Weather to Fly"

Sunday, 6 February 2011


Firefly-Hush by Jenniferjadee D Slayton

Lately I find myself trying aimlessly to convince the world I am great while the world tries ruthlessly to convince me I'm not.

So today I was thinking I need to take a breather from the hectic battle and give myself some reassurance because I, in fact am great!  I am and that won't change no matter how many documents are not valid, how many qualifications need translation, no matter how many people don't know what I can do! 

I don't know if it is a bit delusional to think this, the world wants bright stars and not fireflies. But then again, fireflies might be small but they can bright up a night and marvel a static moment, and let's face it, in this day and age, stars are all just covered by pollution anyway.

So this is no narcissistic piece of self adoration, every single person who is reading this right now, read it as if it is your own! Let's fill the world with fireflies and have a moment of greatness, not for them out there to see but for us.

Lift yourself up if you know you are great too!


Sparkle as you pass me by
Tell me someone great's around
Flip the dull world upside down

                                       Light the town

Monday, 22 November 2010

I Wear My Heart on My Neck

Hearts, I love them I think I might have a mild obsession with the shape. A few years ago I started a heart shaped necklace collection and since then it has become a sort of fun game to find the "right one" everywhere I go.  You'd think I'd have more, but it's not as easy as it seems.  

Why do I love hearts so much? hmm I think it's the idea of projecting love through a shape. Like a sort of "Approach... Harmless Human" sign for strangers.


Round heart, thin heart
cute as can be
Long heart, heavy heart
love for you and me.

Accessory, a nice story
a tale around your neck
a memory a victory
it's cheesy what the heck.

                                        check check check

Tuesday, 26 October 2010

I Live in a Flat, SO WHAT!!

I have promised myself this blog will be about nice and happy things and people, and even though the past 2 posts have included a bit of rambling it will continue being so.
So today I want to express my love for the flat floor, the no stairs, the no garden, the elevated view and the fact that I don't have to worry about my washing being out when it rains.

Lately I have noticed a peculiar obsession people here have about living in a house.  I don't really understand it to be honest, I had never ever met anyone who was obsessed with having a garden so badly until I moved here. I've tried to put my finger on it, is it a longing for private space? is it a social status kind of thing? Maybe all of the above.  I'm sure it's a cultural thing, which clearly states I don't quite fit in since I come from a city built in a valley surrounded by mountains, which have made building mostly vertical due to lack of space.

So if anyone understands the meaning of this, do let me know.
Until then, can I just be happy in my lovely flat?


Yo yo yo
listen up y'all
let's go

I live in a flat, so what?
it's cute and I love it too
with a view of a park, how 'bout that!
and it even has room for two loos.

                                                               Boo hoo

Monday, 18 October 2010

Voluntary Amnesia

My Great grandmother was a hypochondriac, so was my grandma.  Luckily (or not) it skipped my mother, but I think I've got it too. Today I want to share with you my latest self diagnosis... Voluntary Amnesia.

A year and a half ago, I made the decision to end a long distance affair by making it local. All it took was the word Yes.  And with that yes came a move.  I left home happily and ready for a change and I knew I was getting into something different, different language, food, culture.  Little did I know that I was going to cross the migration desk and wake up the next day like I had been on a multiple year comma with full on amnsesia.

It's strange this voluntary amnesia, you walk around in a sea of strangers, recognizing no faces (not even the celebrities), and you seem to know things like a tree is a tree but appart from that, everything else is just "foreign".  So you have start from scratch because while on this sleep, the world has forgotten you as well and all you've done in your previous years of consiousness no longer applies or seems relevant or shows up on computers (it reminds me of the Vogons in The Hitchhickers Guide to the Galaxy).

So you try to start over, and find a spot to ground yourself and start slowly trying to bloom out of insignificance, try to reach out to make strange faces familiar but it's a big waste of time because those faces have plenty of familiarity in their own lives, and as much as you try to share your wonderful experience in the world of sleep, no one has really been there before, so it doesn't really matter.  Plus this sleep has affected your speech and you're constantly sounding silly and can't even be funny anymore.

Anyway, I guess now a days Voluntary Amnesia is as common and global as the smell of greasy chips at the local McDonalds. I am hoping after a bit more time, I will start remembering and maybe even be funny again. Until now, better start reading up on my celebrities!

dooby dooby do
wa wa  wawa
starting over totally
bla bla blabla

ooee ooee ooo
bip bip bip bip
living like a looney toon
flip flip flip flip

Oh Oh I'm an alien
I'm a legal alien
I'm a Tropical in the Cold.


Friday, 8 October 2010

Thursday Blog


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