Remembering someone?

Zoul brought me over to a secluded place where the beach stretches km away.....

The sand was pristine white, the water was green and blue......, 

The sky was clear blue sort of an immaculate canvas painted over it..........

There were a few anglers far on the hard solid rocks.

We walked hand in hand

I kept silent.

"Remembering someone?"

Yes........

"No"

"You lied. Still miss him eh?"

Yes.........

"No"

"OK. He misses you too"

Really??.......

"OK"

"Let's go. Lunch is up"

I don't miss him......

You are a loser.....

"You!" I roared and I could feel my eyes are now as big as a plate, a finger pointing at you.

"FUCK YOU! You expect me to forget  what you done to me?!  Go ruin your own life!"

"You piece of fag...," for a while I swallowed my own words.

That is the scene from my imagination. 

I think too much.

It did not happen. 

It never will. 

Please accept defeat..........

.........

"I miss you, you know"

Shut up. 

Life.....

"You can't run away from him"

"What on earth? Why the need to tell me this?"


"It's just that both of you are meant together, even when you decided to flee away from him"

"He can fuck off and don't bother me anymore"


" Tell that to your heart"

Life has a way to reconcile with our past memories.
With pain.

Don't Judge A Book By It's Cover

I see you shiny, gleaming with smile from the outside, but do they have any idea what is happening beneath the closed doors?

Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left. And it doesn't mean that they are a bad person, it just means that their part in the story is over. 

And you've got to know when people's part in your story is over.

Write it down

  

A friend told me, a dairy is where you write happy thought and beautiful moments of your life. Happiness that will stay there, in your diary, in your thoughts and memories and live by them for as long as you live..

It is true somehow.

But still....the moment I feel like writing is when I have sorrows in my heart.

Writing is a mean to channel my heartbreaks, my emotional turbulence, coping with loss of loved ones, separations, work stresses and so much more since forever.

 I simply like to write. From gibberish to thoughts, from frustrations to emotions, from love to hate to anger, some doodles and lots more.   

I wanted to write what is in my heart  but could find no words that'd do justice to what I feel right now.

Lotion commotion

I have in me, about completely finishing the usage of old stock toiletries till the last drop before opening up a new package. My shower gel for instance, I shake and squeeze the tube/bottle to the very last drop, open up the cap to dissolve and dilute the remaining 'usable' portion. That is for the last one shower, using diluted shower gel before I finally toss the container into the waste basket conveniently placed in the bathroom.

Yessss…… to the last drop!

I was looking out for a lotion to smother on my belly this morning and to my surprise I gathered…... eight unfinished containers of various brand lotions. All used but none finished.

We have: Boots' ante-natal massage cream, Marks & Spencer's Waterlily Hand and Body Lotion, The Body Shop's Soya Dry Oil Mist, The Body Shop's Almond & Honey Body Lotion, The Body Shop's Honey Body Butter, The Body Shop's White Musk Moisturizing Satin Spray, The Body Shop's Cocoa Butter Moisturizing Stick and lastly, The Body Shop's Vitamin C Stimulating Body Smoother. 

Surprisingly some of these were three years over due. ( I wonder if they are still good).

Anyway, as long as they smell good and I don't get rashes or die, I will continue using them until the last drop!!!

While I am strategically planning on which one to finish up first, the sweet smell of Strawberry Body Butter I just bought from The Body Shop would have to wait…….

Hmmmmm……