Reprimanding Portmans

Look, Portmans, you wicked wicked darling.

It’s not cool to bombard me with ads like this during exams.

Reminds me of all the shopping I’m missing out on.

Yes, I’ve seen your latest collection, so it’s especially not cool when it looks fucking gorgeous.

Portmans Spring ‘Fashion on the Field’ Races Season Collection

From what I’ve heard, it not only looks gorgeous but feels so too. *whine*

I must say, your model looks like she suffers from serious malnutrition though.

Now can I get back to my email blog-writing revision?

Thanks, mate.

Yeah, I love you too. *wink*

Can you hear the music?

I went to my favourite fashion portal on the web and usually, it’s just a simple browse, mmms and aahs, and close.

Tonight, I stopped. And stared. And silently moaned (in a non-sexual manner).

It’s so bloody perfect.

*sigh*

Go browse The Music Collection. And drool at its perfection.

Delicate.

Sad songs are written about things no one really wants to talk about but speak of the coldest truth. Why sugar-coat it when it eventually comes out in the open, in its most bitter and raw?

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‘Almost Here’ by Brian McFadden & Delta Goodrem

Did I hear you right
‘Cause I thought you said
Let’s think it over

You have been my life
And I never planned
Growing old without you

Shadows bleeding through the light
Where the love once shined so bright
Came without a reason

Don’t let go on us tonight
Love’s not always black and white
Well, haven’t I always loved you?

But when I need you
You’re almost here
And I know that’s
Not enough
And when I’m with you
I’m close to tears
‘Cause you’re only almost here

I would change the world
If I had a chance
Oh, won’t you let me?

Treat me like a child
Throw your arms around me
Oh, please protect me

Bruised and battered by your words
Dazed and shattered, now it hurts
Oh, haven’t I always loved you?

But when I need you
You’re almost here
And I know that’s
Not enough
And when I’m with you
I’m close to tears
‘Cause you’re only almost here

Bruised and battered by your words
Dazed and shattered, now it hurts
Haven’t I always loved you?

But when I need you, you’re almost here
(Well I never knew how far behind I’d left you)
And when I hold you, you’re almost here
(Well I’m sorry that I took our love for granted)
(Now I’m with you, I’m close to tears
‘Cause I know I’m almost here)
Only almost here

Source

To be on the other side.

It’s easy to insist that I should be allowed to make my own mistakes, but were I to be a friend watching apprehensively, wincing and waiting for the worst to happen, I’d hate to be told that I need to let go too. So I get it… but I kinda don’t.

Sucks.

Spell it out.

I wanted to lie and say that I don’t care what the world thinks. But I do. So I told the truth.

I wish I could be so carefree as to say that life could just throw us what it wants and we’ll deal with it as it comes. But I can’t cause I hate being unprepared. For all the times that I proclaim spontaneity as the key, I know that it only goes so far; it provides a bit of unpredictability in a life that I would prefer to be so damn written out and obvious that I could close my eyes and not feel any kind of apprehension about the future.

Two sides to every coin.

Where’d you go?

I won’t be there when you get home;
I won’t be there if you need someone.
I won’t be there when you’re all alone;
I won’t be there for the said and done.

I won’t be there to hold your hand;
I won’t be there to warm your bed.
I won’t be there to understand;
I won’t be there to hope and wait.
‘Cause it’s too late, too late…

* * * * *

And this, kids, is what happens when you watch too much Grey’s Anatomy.

That’s life.

My plans are all up in the air. Funnily enough, because literally, they’re about travel. And parties. And work.

C’est la vie?

* * * * *

My feet kept pounding the pavement; the sound of my footsteps so loud in my own ears despite the music meant to shut everything else out. I ran so hard, but it felt like I wasn’t moving at all.

It’s how I feel sometimes when I’m with you; we’re not going anywhere. Yet I persist. We’re on parallel paths, destined never to meet. There’s something so wrong with this picture. Why shouldn’t two people who love each other… work? It always seems so baffling when things don’t turn out as they should, because we’ve been told what ’should’ happen: the boy + the girl + love = happily ever after. Then you realise the truth. Why are there so many other elements in the equation that can fuck it up, but are never written about? Oh right. Because we all want things to be fine and dandy and well, happy. So it’s always a beautiful picture that’s painted, one without a touch of realism, or cynicism, or maybe, just reality. Someone should have made it a crime to tell such lies, even if we want children to grow up having some kind of optimism, some sense of hope for what we call the harshness of life.

I want to stay. I want you to stay. I want us to stay. But where is this story really going? Is it even going anywhere?

Jumpstart my heart

She wondered if it was normal, this. Caressing the butter yellow bedsheets, she began fluffing the pillows in an absent-minded manner. Then she lay down to stare at her ceiling, examining patterns only visible to her eyes. The heat got to her, so she lifted her sleeve to wipe her forehead. Her mind danced about on its twinkle toes as she moved her hands to draw what she could only imagine. If only life were simpler; but we are designed such that we must shut down every now and then to cope with all these intricacies that take forever to learn. Is anyone out there well-versed in this thing called life? Could you just teach me how it feels to wake up in the morning and immediately feel as though life is actually conquerable? Or do we all just need to accept that we need a macchiato or any sort of equivalent as a kick-start?

* * * * *

I stumbled upon another gem of a blog today and even though the reason why I initially went there was a post entitled ‘Hot chocolate in London‘, I’ve found another reason to love it: she waxed poetics about food.

Oh. my. God.

And she used two words that particularly struck me: sober sex.

How fucking awesome is that?

The title of that post: Favorite ingredients

(I even forgive the American spelling)

Honestly, it’s not my cold meds speaking; I’m really amazed by it.

Ah Shuna, how quickly I have developed a girl crush on you. It only took two bloody words, not the typical three.

What do you know?

‘Ms van der Hoven,’ he muses, still staring off into the distance, ‘have you ever seen the sun set in Nepal?’

Kenzie follows his gaze to the dazzling palette of the sky.

‘No, I haven’t.’

‘Neither have I, ‘ Father MacReady admits. ‘But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t happen.’

Excerpt from Jodi Picoult’s Keeping Faith.

Isn’t it beautiful?

OMGLookwe’reallgoingnutszssszszdss!!

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (09:14):

rraaaaahhhh

Sapphira said (09:59):

rah is here?

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:00):

HARLO RAH

Sapphira said (10:00):

HARLO NA

wassup?

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:01):

YO

I AM GOING TO DIE

ahahhaah

i am at 600 words

Sapphira said (10:01):

dude

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:01):

i think im getting it right

Sapphira said (10:01):

my service innovation part is STUCK

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:01):

im just not typing fast enough

Sapphira said (10:01):

and my lit review is not right

… then why are u talking to me?!!

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:01):

my target was 500 words per hour. but i did 500 words in 3 hours -.-

COS i am going crazy

HAHAHAHAHA

why are u stuck?

Sapphira said (10:01):

not that i dowan to talk to u

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:01):

how many more words to go

Sapphira said (10:02):

CAUSE OF THE SECOND PART =.=”

DUDE, IT’S NOT THE WORDS!!!

it’s the second part!

i got like, 2 cells filled on that stupid table

I GOT 7 CELLS LEFT

FUCK KNOWS WHAT BIRD I’M GONNA PULL OUT OF MY ASS AND CALL IT A FRICKEN

Sapphira said (10:03):

(and hope he falls for it, ahha)

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:03):

the cells in that service innovation thing?

Sapphira said (10:03):

YES

=.=”

sucks

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:03):

that changing customer roles bla bla bla

Sapphira said (10:03):

ya y

*ya

omg

trina_tpc@hotmail.com said (10:03):

oh.. ok. make it sound good

Sapphira said (10:03):

hahahahaha

whatever shit i’m gonna pull out is gonna stink

This message was not sent because you’ve reached the limit for the number of offline instant messages you can send to this person right now. Please try again later.

whatever shit i’m gonna pull out is gonna stink

.trina. says (10:04):

i dun geddit. it LOOKs like i’ve written 1500 words

LOL, who am i fooling

Sapphira says (10:04):

hahahahaha

whatever shit i’m gonna pull out is gonna stink

hahahaha

.trina. says (10:04):

maybe i shud pull a CommunityChannel

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Sapphira says (10:04):

HAHAHAHAHAH

i think that’s… noticeable

.trina. says (10:04):

i like what adrenaline does to me

wwwwhhhee

ok do do

Trinity said (10:00):

HARLO

Alynna said (10:00):

HARLO

wassup?

Trinity said (10:01):

YO

I AM GOING TO DIE

ahahhaah

i am at 600 words

Alynna said (10:01):

dude

Trinity said (10:01):

i think im getting it right

Alynna said (10:01):

my service innovation part is STUCK

Trinity said (10:01):

im just not typing fast enough

Alynna said (10:01):

and my lit review is not right

… then why are u talking to me?!!

Trinity said (10:01):

my target was 500 words per hour. but i did 500 words in 3 hours -.-

COS i am going crazy

HAHAHAHAHA

why are u stuck?

Alynna said (10:01):

not that i dowan to talk to u

Trinity said (10:01):

how many more words to go

Alynna said (10:02):

CAUSE OF THE SECOND PART =.=”

DUDE, IT’S NOT THE WORDS!!!

it’s the second part!

i got like, 2 cells filled on that stupid table

I GOT 7 CELLS LEFT

FUCK KNOWS WHAT BIRD I’M GONNA PULL OUT OF MY ASS AND CALL IT A FRICKEN*

(and hope he falls for it, ahha)

Trinity said (10:03):

the cells in that service innovation thing?

Alynna said (10:03):

YES

=.=”

sucks

Trinity said (10:03):

that changing customer roles bla bla bla

Alynna said (10:03):

ya ya

omg

Trinity said (10:03):

oh.. ok. make it sound good

Alynna said (10:03):

hahahahaha

whatever shit i’m gonna pull out is gonna stink

Trinity says (10:04):

i dun geddit. it LOOKs like i’ve written 1500 words

LOL, who am i fooling

maybe i shud pull a CommunityChannel

font size 24

Alynna says (10:04):

HAHAHAHAHAH

i think that’s… noticeable

Trinity says (10:04):

i like what adrenaline does to me

wwwwhhhee

ok do do

Alynna says (10:05):

give me some

i got no adrenaline

i want climb back in bed

bleh

Trinity says (10:06):

oh look what i typed

subsequent behaviours may be highly highly destructive”

lol.. like one highly wasnt enough

super emphasis when super adrenaline!

Alynna says (10:06):

hahahahahaha

didn’t put a comma in between?

* * * * *

*fricken = fried chicken. Thanks, Timothy. *wink*

OKBACKTOWORKKKK. =P