Yuletide Yield

 

Dear Diary

It was four o'clock in the morning. I was sitting in my room alone, using the laptop... somewhat frustrated at the failure to upload some pictures. My bedroom door was ajar as the night was chilly and I did not require the air-conditioning. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a flickering glow somewhere outside of my room - the kind of glow cast by a tiny penlight, and for a moment I thought someone was in the kitchen. I left the comfort of my cushioned seat, walked towards the glow boldly, and realized that it was merely a reflection upon some glass surface in the kitchen. Curious, I lifted my head and found its source - the fiercely beauteous, eerily-bright Full Moon sat upon my windowsill, glaring back at me.

I was dumbstruck at the moment - by awe, perhaps. I have always thought the Moon to be exceedingly, unbelievably lovely... Tonight, Her beauty just took my breath away.

It is already mid-December and I am not feeling the Christmas ambience, albeit the gorgeous Christmas decorations adorning the city this year. I love the silver and purple themes, by the way. Enchanting.

Usually at this time of year, the yearly routine of booking holiday trips, running from malls to malls, queuing up at gift-wrapping counters, organizing dinners and baking would ensue. This year, however, my busy work routine has overshadowed these activities.  My dinners are replaced by appointments.  Come January, I should have more empty slots on the calendars.

Ok. Not too bad, really. I still managed to squeeze time to buy gifts for my family and closest pals, pass them the gifts, attended a couple of parties, bought a couple of dresses, and plan a couple of short get-aways from city's bustling, cacophonic life.

Left: gray dress with black details hanging over it, like Indian sari. Right:black dress with a shawl-like drape instead of sleeves.

My emotions are in a turmoil. But at least by now, I know all the answers I want to know. Clarity, like water, beams at me through your slicing words; depth, like sands, would bury my foolishness. I seldom post songs... but here are a couple that I shall round my emotional year off. Start afresh, like mint.

I am excited at what the brand new year will bring.  Here's wishing you a very Merry Yuletide holiday season....

Lyrics | Jewel lyrics - Foolish Games lyrics

Lyrics | Corrs lyrics - Only When I Sleep lyrics

I do not know if you still read this page. If you ever did. It was just scary how we both quoted the same song on different platforms.

There is so much I want to say. So much misunderstandings and mysteries hanging between us. So much tension that both repels and attracts.

The past couple of days, you stood near me. I was so tempted to just turn around and say something - anything at all, to make conversation. But I was at a loss for words regarding you. I like talking to you because you make me feel like there was only us and the world evolves around your intense gaze - even when the rest of them vy for your attention.

For you are everything - from your accentless, flawless English to your stature to your dark good looks; your pleasant character, your enigmatic nature and sensual dance moves.

For you are nothing - just a fragment of what is ideal, but never mine - for to attempt any linkage with you would mean breaking all of my own rules.

We should have so much to talk about, really.

Jazz. Philosophy. Cats. Wine.

I have so much to think about, in reality.

But I am genuinely happy for you, because it seems you have taken flight and have found a source of happiness deserving of you. I wish this flame so bright in you right now, would never burn out. ..

Eleventh Month

 Title: November Rain

 

Dear Diary

Time's wings have spread and I find myself flipping the last two pages of my monthly calendar. I look back and try to recall what I have done, and achieved so far - though the year is not over yet.

Thought the shining stars weren't shining down upon me lately. The other day I felt so awful I wanted to head home and just give myself some quality "me" time, perhaps release some endorphins, perhaps drink a little.

But as I was having my long-awaited home-cooked dinner, my family members began to engage me in current affairs - at least on the local front. Brutal teens slashing each other up, going on their hacking sprees. It was kind of surreal in our well-protected, sheltered and safe little island, but I guess times have changed.

It made me realize that there are sadder, more tragic happenings out there. Events that have far more serious consequences  than my little setbacks and emotions. Events that I should pay more heed to, rather than hiding in my own shell.

It also made me realize that my family is so dear to me.

And I sincerely hope the teens that are involved with these heinous crimes, know what they're doing exactly. If what they're doing, is merely out of boredom or a second's worth of 'glory' within their gangs, of 'victory', then I hope what comes next serves them well and best. I hope they bear no regrets, just guilt, to their pathetic tiny graves or asylum cells.

Christmas is around the corner and the malls are already blasting carols, the cafes are already donned with faux snow and icicles, and other retailers have already packaged the perfect gift items for shoppers to choose from. I dont know, there is something about Christmas - Yuletide, that gets me very excited, like a kid.,It doesnt matter the year, the situation, the location....It makes me just want to hang out at the malls and shop, bake, eat and buy presents. And then I would think back on the past years... how Christmas was spent.

When I was young, my uncles and cousins would come to town. We'd have fun together, eating, choosing Santa hats, opening gifts, writing to the Claus. Then there were parties and curfews, drinking, singing, overseas trips. I realize the only "Christmassy" thing I never got to do is to attend a midnight mass. Heard its beautiful.

Sometimes you just get nostalgic and start missing your friends terribly, dont you? Throughout my life stages, I have always been fortunate to be blessed with fun-loving, good people who eventually become my close buddies. I do know my acquaintances and set them apart, but I have truly made many good friends out there - friends who have been with me for ages, and I really appreciate the friendship, even if some of them are no longer in my life due to demise, misunderstandings or relocation etc.

It just makes me miss those good old days when all I had to do was lift the phone off the hook, dial, or flip my cellular, when I was bored, and I would get many replies to go out. Dinners, hanging out, drinks, movies, pool, etc. So much that I had to mix my different circles of friends so that I could make time for them altogether. The word "bored" or "lonely" never crossed my mind, and when I had some alone time, it was a bliss.

Lately, we've all grown up, grown old, moved on to different stages of our lives where careers and families come first. Sometimes I want to go out so badly, but "when I dial the telephone, nobody's home" (quote "All by Myself" by Celine Dion). 

No, though, I am not lonely. I have my family, lovely colleagues and mon beau, and still, friends.

Just one of those weird, melodramatic entries. I dont even know why I penned it.

But here's November for you. Rainy season. KIsses....

 

Month of Samhain

Dear Diary,

as usual I am trailing after the previous month and attempting to write about it. I do not know who is still reading this blog - I thank you for your visit ;)

Samhain just came and went and I did not do anything. Shyt. Anything at all - not the rituals. not the dressing up for parties etc. It was work and chilling out - the latter of which I find myself doing a tad too much of. Not ideal.

Tonight was one of the very rare nights I actually got to come home early for a home-cooked meal, home-cut fruits, and the sound of the TV, poring over mindless fashion magazines and surfing the net. I could count days like these on fingers on my hands probably.

I am so tired. I should let the pictures do the talking tonight. Adieu, with blown kisses.

Beautiful Strangers

Title: Beautiful Strangers

 

It was one of those moments, where names did not matter. The night was dark, but not enough to marr the faces. Amongst the sea of faces, there was One. A beautiful stranger.

The beautiful stranger was a mystery, akin to an unopened door. The stranger was being watched, and the stranger in turn, watched. The stranger spoke, and it was like an angel has spoken. The words did not matter, it was the movements of the stranger's lips. Lips that wrapped themselves around the rim of a slim wine glass. Lips that parted to let out streams of intelligent words; smooth toned, like golden sands slowly sailing their way towards the dune - note the crescendos. Lips that left much to the imagination...

The stranger was joined by another stranger of equal caliber.

  

 

Were they immortals, sent down to earth to dazzle the earthlings? Sent down, so the trees would grow to be most lush - since the leaves whispered at the sight at of these beautiful strangers, yes they did, the treetops were rustling vigorously, lending on the powers of the winds. Sent down, so the sun might shine most bright - since the rays seemed to cast a halo around every object, at the sight of these mysterious strangers, yes they did, the sun has learned to spread its light to the less beauteous children of Mother Nature.

It was one of those times, one might feel, that it would be worth all the punishments in the world, to just steal bites from the fruit of sin in Eden's garden. For these strangers.

The earthlings yearned to get close, to open the doors to these mysteries, to unravel all there was to unravel, to savor all there was to savor - every scent, sight, sound, move, and taste. To kill off the curiosity with swords of knowledge, and walk away a learned disciple of these Strangers' lives.

Yet. The earthlings desired to leave the doors sealed, to keep the lid of this Pandora's Box on; to live by the will of imagination, for the excitement of guesswork fueled the fierce flames of temptations.

 

The beautiful Strangers departed into the gentle folds of the night, as softly as the mists, until their backs merged with the shadows cast by orange streetlamps....

One would wonder if these beauteous beings were simply figments of a rich imagination, and to think about them, even dream about them, makes the world seem more vast with each passing thought. Soon, it seemed, they appeared everywhere and everyone looked like them, for a brief fraction of the second. Perhaps they were surreal, perhaps their existence were forged.

And you were about to forget them until you saw one of them today; living, breathing, as touchable as the very memory you embed them into.

The fresh waves of pain came in torrents, the exact temper of an angry ocean.... You wish you could turn back time.

Ah. Beautiful strangers.

 

 

September Skies

Dear Diary

This is another of those very back-dated entries...at least if it is to be regarded as an update on September - which is, the previous month. I had meant to write sooner, but time, and my own energy, would not grant my desire.  Many a night, I just sat on my bed, in the midst of towel-drying my hair, and accomplished nothing useful by just sitting there, peeling dry skin off my hands as though in a meditative state, and just let my mind go blank. Blank with thoughts and blank with nothingness, like an unwavering surface of a lake.

September has been a busy month, at least for the first 2 weeks. Not much shopping done, but I did take time to enjoy the dips in the malls and their restaurants / cafes.  Jane Austen has also been a good companion these while. I am glad I read her books - one of those classics most talked about, but not many have truly read them! I so love the cultures portrayed, and the use of English in a more ancient style- poetic and elegant...

Recently I have began to practise Yoga on my own at home, when I have the spare time. I so do wish I could go back to Yoga classes again... nothing like it that makes one feel truly rejuvenated and healthy in both the mind, body and soul. I promise that i will make time for it again very soon.

I have slowly lost interest in local politics, I came to realize. Part of the reason might be that, I havent the time or might to follow up on recent updates. But I have slowly came to see the two sides of the coin more clearly - nope, I am not brainwashed by propaganda or those who do not lead in the best of its people's interest. I simply do not see why we should remain the group that falls under the control of a government and some of their more ludicrious policies. There are many who are unaffected - but because they do not care, but because they can afford not to be daunted. And if we cannot change our rulership (not because we havent the power or liberty to do so, but simply, the people here have guts that only allow them to make noise but not take actions), then perhaps, it is us that we should change.

Have you ever met a stranger, who has the power to intrigue you - perhaps it is the air of mystery, or a kind of je ne sais quoi unexplainable - that pokes and gnaws at you...? There is much to wonder, and you are curious to find out much more about this stranger. You wish to open up his or her mind, or at least be allowed a peek within it, so that your curiosity is satiated and your questions are all answered...

But on the other hand, you do not really desire the key to open up this mysterious door or to unravel anything...because you do not wish to find out, do not wish to know their flaws that may make them less beauteous than in your imagination... you wish for them to be as perfect as can be, in your memory.  And somehow, they have disappeared from your life... you do not know how to find them, where they might be at, or who might know them. And this creates a longing that is painful, hopeful, amongst the vast skies and wide oceans... You do not even know if you might meet them again, ever.

Well, its late. I better go grab dinner and then take the 30 minute stroll home slowly, while the streetlamps are still willing companions.

In the meantime, here is an early Samhain greeting out to you.  les baisers et les bénédictions à vous mon amour

 

August in a Nutshell

Dear Diary,

What if, one day I forget what its like to sleep?

I couldnt think of a more suitable title for this month's entry therefore it shall be called, plainly, "August in a Nutshell".

I have been busy - but I have to admit, a little lazy as well. I hope I can complete my client servicing by next month and get started on a new project for the final quarter of the year. After all, it is the most crucial period.

Tonight is one of those weird nights.... perhaps it is the effect of the Full Moon... I have zero idea, but my mind is filled to the brim with thoughts raining unto my skull.  A million thoughts and sensations are running through me like currents through an electrical piping as well, and I have absolutely no control over these wild emotions.



I have been suitably disturbed by certain things that occurred recently. Enough to wonder about human nature and attempt to decipher the acts of others in a logical manner. I have always been fair. Even if I do abhor someone, it does not mean I let my emotions cloud my logical mind, or blind me to their positive points. Lately, though, there have been many instances I wonder if I have failed myself  - and my Psychology training miserably. There are so many passing minutes I wish I could take back, I wish my body would act in accordance to what my mind urges.

And tonight, is one of those nights I wish I could write the night away. I do not wish to enter the foggy doors of slumberland, or the arms of Morpheus. For my dreams of late have been unusual. I wish my quills and parchments could take me away from the reality of this life, once more. The mind is still my safest abbot.

I really loathe it when males make comments on a female's makeup directly to her. I may still be old-fashioned, but I believe many females should feel the same way too - I believe we do not appreciate hearing comments about our makeup, unless the male who makes the comment is homosexual, an old-time friend or a makeup artiste. Otherwise, I think it is very imprudent. After all, most of us females apply makeup to look and feel good, other than mere courtesy to our clients. I especially detest it when the more idiotic tier comment that a female's makeup is thick just because she uses darker hues. By definition, "thick makeup" is when the powder or foundation upon the face is unnatural, because of the multi-layered being applied to give the illusion of flawlessness. Like putting beige paint onto the face.

But if one merely sees dark-colored makeup and comments that it is "thick makeup", then these individuals
deserve a good ticking off on the difference between "dark" and "thick". I have people telling me my makeup is thick solely based on my lip or eyeshadow colors. I find this to be a major anti-orgasmic remark as I do not think my eye or lip makeup is thick. I probably use the same layer any female does - just that I select a darker hue. It does not indicate that I smear on my eye or lip makeup in multiple applications to achieve the colors I want! The next person who comments that my makeup is "thick" solely by looking at my eye or lip color, will get a verbal lashing from me for sure. Sometimes men just dont understand the trouble females go to to attempt enhancing their looks to be quasi-pleasant at least. That is such a shame.... like childbirth... one of the things men would never understand.




I met up with a friend recently, from a previous job in the same company, but a different department. It reminds me, of how much I still do think back on, and miss my previous job. How good life was back then  - to work easy hours, close cases, go out, enjoy attractive staff benefits, and still get a very comfortable pay every month. Those were the days - those were also the days I enjoyed my working life most, and regret not having cherished it more.
Those were the ways that shaped my woes of today as well.... secrets that I could only keep till the day I see my grave.

sounds drastic. But there is still a lot to me yet. Many sides. Many tales.

That was the past. Live not for it, but for the present, and the future.

And for a very busy upcoming September. I. love. my. Deities...
and you, mon amigas.

Reminisce of July

Title: Reminisces of July



Dear Diary,

July has come and went like a whirlwind, a dream - just like Feith's long-awaited visit. Somewhat surreal, but there were good memories to behold.

It was a busy month - plenty of road shows, a mini-trip overseas for training and team bonding. Then Feith's visit - which I brought her to old places for reminisces, new places for exploration, meeting different groups of my friends, and haunted hotel stays. And some catching up meals or singing sessions with my femme fatale amigas. A rigor no-carb, mostly cereals and salads; and low-meat diet is in order.

I love July for its excitement, but it was also a heartbreaking month - there were crescendos of endings; fearsome thoughts of new beginnings, and finally, soothing silence. Like a beautiful musical piece- orchestrated by unseen hands of Mother Nature.

There were also rumors that went around, baffling me. Do rumors ever contain any trace of truth, like fading rainbows that stronger sun-rays would obliterate easily; or are rumors pure fabrications, like the horizon between skies and seas (the horizon that does not, in reality, exist. It is but a visual effect, a fragment of our imagination...)? They do not really bother me - mayhaps, they may bother my reputation - but the important point is, the people who matter to me know, and believe the truth, and that solely suffices.

I am caught in a dilemma truely. Pray tell, between (A) an incentive holiday trip that you've worked hard for (let's strip all the honor, glory, pride etc that ride along with this trip), fully paid for by the company, and relaxing fun.... and (B) being a bridesmaid for a close friend, and you have already given your word four months ago (implying that if you break your promise at the last moment, there might be serious and dire consequences to the friendship)...  which would you choose? The dates clash badly, and you just got to know the date for the former event a week ago.

Well I don't know about you - but I reckon, I would choose years of friendship and my promise over this fun, honor, holiday package.

I love my Deities.

always wanted to read an Austen novel...



antique "engraved / embossed" earrings

black onyx trangular earrings framed by crystal rim

dark gray, irridescent camisole dress with dark purple flower prints

very unlike my darker style - green paisley dress with prints.

gold, semi-military-inspired tank dress

black skirt with flower-print. Front and back views.

Cruel Summer

Dear Diary,

If this Summer goes on like this - the heavy downpours, cold hearts and weak health, then indeed, Cruel Summer it is.

Yes, for a hot season there sure are too many days that rain graces earth. To the extent that rivers were created on normal streets in town. Which also resulted in vehicles breaking down and road accidents.

And I am down with a rather nasty cough. Hard not to fall sick with schedules as such. I am not complaining - everybody falls sick. My immunity is rather strong compared to many others. Thank you, Vitamins.

I know. My usual updates should be on a monthly basis. But this month I just have more to write about. I feel worse than I have in months... but I find it hard to talk to anyone at all. Bear with me and the rants - this shall blow over like dust in the wind.

Hit an incentive trip but am pondering if I should go ahead with it, or did I just force myself to do it to satiate those who want this to matter.  Well, but nonetheless it is still good news. On a more negative note though, I lost a deal that could have made a huge difference. That was a blow - and I felt despondent that I could not even secure this case although it was by way of referral. Part of the fault lay with me... but the key players refused to weigh down on the stakes even though I offered to cut a hefty chunk of my commission. This is very frustrating.

I dont like to talk about my relationship but I dont know if status quo is a good idea after all.  I didnt even know that the distance between us have grown to such an extent... too much... fallen leaves in the still waters forming barriers. Four years. Would it rise from the ashes and kiss the sun, someday? Or dive headlong into the dark ocean bed and sleep forever? I wish I had an answer.

I changed my hairdo. From long (waist-length), straight, dark and smooth, it is now layered, short (shoulder length) and red. I kind of love the new look - I just wish the color would stay.

Caught a movie alone. Love my new one-meal-a-day diet. With the new hairdo I need a more angular facial structure, therefore a diet is required. Though, am going for a champagne-brunch this Sunday.

Human beings envy constantly. We envy those who appear to be very much in love. We envy those who stay in luxurious mansions and live the high life. We envy the supernaturals, for the seemingly perfect, glamorous and worry-free life. But do we know the sacrifices they make to attain what we envy? Are we able to see the darker side of these pseudo-perfect lives? Do we even know that they may in turn envy a lifestyle simpler, happier and perhaps, contains more warmth?

I dont know. But I guess all of us are entitled to our preferred modes of escapism.

I need mine, definitely.

Escapism...

 

Mid-year Tribute (Special Edition)

Dear Diary

Just wanted to write more this month, somehow. It is a fun month, amidst all the busy workload. I visited the Universal Studios, Bird Park, watched soccer at a nice place, shopped some, did some voluntary work, met up with some friends... and got to spend some time by myself.

Like today. Strange how I was just thinking to myself yesterday, how much I miss shopping in the afternoon. Sometimes,  I wish I didnt have to work - that I could just spend my afternoons shopping, going for spa and manicures, doing Yoga etc. An appointment canceled out in the morning, leaving me with a fair bit of time to kill. I decided to spend a small portion of it fulfilling my desire, and headed to town. Hit the malls, and had lunch at a nice dining place alone. It has been quite some time since I last ate, shopped or caught a movie on my own. It was an enjoyable experience. I got to eat my favorite risotto, and today I tried the best-tasting tea I have ever tried. It was definitely a good gamble I took! Some common-sounding tea "Caramel Creme" but it tasted nothing like sweet, awful caramel. It was a delicate red tea from Africa, but the tea was richly-flavored with French spices. I loved it.



Why are some some people so reticent about hanging out alone? Oh well.. perhaps I am indepedent or have some loner's instrincts in me, but I find my own company enjoyable at times. You can be a free spirit without restraint of time, venues to pop by, or other nitty-gritty details. Though, I would adviser against spending too much time alone, forgetting about our friends.

I witnessed series of small miracles bestowed by my wonderful Deities lately. It is simply amazing. I just need to do more, to play my part as a worthy worshipper. My religion is a kind, gentle religion that brings out the best in people *supposedly*. People who do not know anything about it believe it to be evil or heretic. I have read widely about all kinds of religions before settling on This path. And I love my Deities. I also have some of my own special powers, and I would like to develop them further through Paganism. In case anyone is wondering... no, I do not use magic as a tool to benefit myself selfishly. I do not cast it so I may become more beautiful or richer; nor do I cast it to "force" another parties to do things against their will just so I gain the advantage from this transformation. We do not blaspheme against other religions or think them of ill intentions before fully understanding the true nature of this religion.

Even if we do practice spellcraft, we do not use sacrifices to fulfill a spell. We make use of the power of mind, and the vibration of energy around us to ask. The power of mind is scientifically proven, that if one's mind power is strong enough, there is very little that cannot be attained.



I also believe my Deities sent mon beau. No, I am not one of those gullible, lovestruck females who believe that their men are perfect and that everyone will be fidel to each other etc. He has done a lot for me, and tried his best to change so it may please me. He understands my religion, and even believes in its teachings.

Whatever the case is, I understand him, too. And I know he is not able to hide things from me because I dream. Because my dreams often predict a truth, or inform me what is going to happen or has happened. I am merely stressing this because lately, things seem a little shaky.

Building a relationship is not easy. One needs to find the the right partner, one whom they are attracted to, and can at least imagine themselves kissing or making love to. Of course, there are people I know who are with each other merely because of other factors such as wealth, status or fame etc. Being together, besides spending time together, having fun, one has to be there for the other. Then slowly, we start to find out what our partners like and dislike, start to meet their friends and family and colleagues, eventually.

white mock-turtleneck blouse by Forntieer, with sides lined in black; Unique!
 

We also need to get used to everything about the other person. How they talk, how they walk, how they dress, how they sneeze, how they do not wash up before sleeping on the bed, how they throw their belongings around a room, their oddities and quirks etc. All these are no snaps of the fingers. They all require compromises and commitment to get used to.

I know people who have been together for a decade, and still seperated eventually. What was lacking? Faith? Passion? Or were there outside infliences?

These are very personal issues. I believe mon beau is not someone who would betray me - and I am saying this because I have valid reason to believe so. If anything, I think I need to change more, so the relationship will have a better balance. I dont trust easily - in fact, I do not trust at all. It took a long while for me to trust him completely, and this trust is here to stay.

Que sera sera.

blackforest cake baked for my birthday - by mon beau's eldest sis, at http://www.bakericious.blogspot.com. This cake was heavenly.

Mid-Year Tribute

beautiful notebooks. So me



Dear Diary

It is yet another month slowly sailing through the seas of time. It has been a rainy Summer. In fact, today, traffic was so bad that I was kept on the bus for an hour - my usual traveling time to work is ten minutes. The best part was? The damned bus broke down a stop before mine. It just makes me frustrated to think, how screwed the local transport system is, to break down everytime there is a flood or heavy rain. And we call this "world class transport".

black dress with semi-toga, checkered straps 


Been feeling stressed and not too stellar for the past weeks. I do not know who exactly is reading my blog, because all I see from my trackers are ip-addresses. But details shall not be disclosed here... I felt strangely calm, even tranquil... but I knew I was somewhat depressed. My comfort food were Coke and chocolates. I did not sleep much as well. Though, I thought I should be feeling much stronger emotions than this numbed tranquility.

Sometimes, gloomy feelings like these provoke so much thoughts in me. Even silent reproaches towards myself. I throw myself the question "What right do you have to feel depressed?" Exactly that. What right do I, do many others, have to get all upset, melodramatic and act like life is mistreating us? Many times, our emotions and thoughtforms are caused by our own lack of control, and worse still, our unwillingness to exercise due control. We think the world is coming to an end on a daily basis, we become uncaring towards others, we weep in the wee hours of the night and hate majority of other lifeforms because of our own imbalances. Yet, most of the times, our misfortunes are by no means greater than those who have perhaps, lost their homes to arson, lost their loved ones due to disasters, lost mobility because of limbs' malfunctions etc. Pray tell, then why do we let our emotions affect us more so, than those who truly suffer.

Mayhaps they are stronger. Their willpower precedes ours.  Like recently, I volunteered at a home for the disabled. Seeing these people, witnessing how they go about their lives in such nonchalant and cheerful manners...I
realized they are stronger than us in many ways. I like partaking in charity events and giving to the less fortunate - a little bit of a philanthropic - but I guess its one of the few things that can bring out the caring factor in me. On the streets, usually I am uncaring towards mortal beings. I would dote on an animal more than to care about a stranger on the streets.

white dress with checkered collar and belt 

Life has been work, work, work. I managed to squeeze some time out for dinners with longtime friends. Foie gras, seafood, steaks, sashimi. Yum yum.

A friend tried to preach about Christianity to me yesterday. We kind of got into a tiff over it, which I felt was a completely imbecile thing. I was a stout Christian sometime ago - but that was before I fully understood the religion. I am not implying there is anything wrong about being Christian - or Muslim - or Jew - or Buddhist - or Hindu etc, for that matter. I just feel, and believe that Religion is a very personal thing. All of us have our own spiritual experience, our own faith and miracles that happened to us. We connect with different teachings out there, and feel comfortable with different groups, covens, etc.

A true believer of any religion would not attempt to impose their religion upon others. Especially they understand that the other party loathes hearing about "the gospel". I love my DEITIES for a reason. It does not matter whether there is one god, or multiple gods, or no god. This is not for us to argue upon, as long you one believes their god/s exist. I am Wiccan and I am proud to be one. I have a tattoo on my back to announce it. I found that religion because its teachings are purely beautiful, embraces nature, and I have enjoyed a fair share of blessings by my Goddesses and Gods. There are many misconceptions about Wicca. Some people deem it to be "Satanic" - and this is totally wrong. Others believe we use spells to harm others, or attain what we want by force. These are complete myths too. Like all religions, there is a black and white side. Wiccan does not encourage harm or alteration by one's will by force. It is a very misunderstood religion.  I would love to share more about it in another entry, perhaps July's.

At least, I dont preach against dishonesty and yet instigate others to lie for my benefit - and still call myself a (worthy) disciple of my God.

white cool, satin dress. I hate White Mondays (company culture!)

 
Lastly, something very strange took place on Sunday. I was at work, and casually told two colleagues that they would close a huge case each (I will not mention the exact figures). Bear in mind that for this particular road show location, there had not been such large cases for a year (at least). Both of them secured their huge cases shortly after my "prophecy". Then I related this incident to another colleague, who playfully asked for prediction. I gave it to her, with the exact breakdown of her case sizes. The latter came true as well. She and I were both spooked.

I always knew I had a little clairvoyance in me.... some sort of unexplainable powers. I had dreams that came true. I passed certain tests of life in means not conventional. I have predictions that come true (dated way back). I "see" odd visions, especially when under the induction of songs.

Listen to Amethystium's and Vangelis' albums. Tell me if you dont fall in love with them....

All right, mon cheries, I am tired. Have to wake in 4 hours' time. Miss travelling overseas. See you again in the arms of Morpheus. Smooocchhesss....