December 29th 2012

Today I won't dance, I grieve in my own way. Grieve for the young girl that was not given chance in life. I don't know her name, but I can almost feel her pain her suffering the agony, the terror , she went through. And the pain her family is going through. They say *** everything happens for a reason *** I can't see any reason why it has to happen to her. She was just at the wrong place and wrong time. I'd like to comment more voice out my sentiments....but it's not my place. I'm not even in the same country.
I'll just pray for her soul and may she Rest In Peace.

And hopefully her death will not go in vain.

What has happened to humanity? Some people are becoming like animals and beasts.

Christmas Tree

Our Christmas Tree nearly have it. It might be its last season. It took some tricky tinkering to assemble it again. In hindsight I should have got a new one. We have this one for nearly 20 years. It has served it's purpose. But I'm a hoarder, I endeavor to fix things. I don't chuck the towel, I mean the Christmas Tree that quick. But if things just cause us heartache and trouble we should let it go. Much like a relationship we try and stay and fix things but it gets worse. And life is too short to fight argue and miserable . So we just learn to let it go and cut our losses, and save our sanity along the way.

I fought and argue with myself trying to fix the tree. It brought blood sweat and tears. It was a hot day I was sweating in trying to wrestle and fix it...I cut my finger a bit and there was blood, I was just exaggerating with the tears though.

Next year the tree has to go, all we will be left with, will be the memories and snaps of it. We've open many presents under it. There was double tickle me Elmos that Santa left for the twinnies. And who could forget the Furbys? And all those fashionable Barbie dolls with all their accessories. They ended up with 5boxes of them. But in our latest move the girls would not let me hang on to it. They were brutal and donated it to The Salvation Army. At least other little girls might enjoy dressing them up and brushing their hairs , along with their boyfriend Ken dolls, they will be parading in some other little girls bedroom.

Or maybe I can keep the tree, hide it in the garage. Although it will not serve it's purpose anymore. Shhhhh...let's just hope the girls won't notice it and won't throw it away. Really I'm not clingy, it's called preservation. Nahhhh I have learnt to let go, so it can go. When Christmas is over or maybe after New Year?

Christmas Season!

Christmas is here, the traffic, the parking the shopping centre are all a hive of activity. It's my day off today and have an appointment with my hairdresser, by the way I have a new hairdresser, she's nice young and attentive, very good with her craft and most of all she doesn't charge an arm and a leg. I'm not having my hair done because it's Christmas ....no it's just getting dry at the ends that's all and needs trimming. The place is in the main road and at the back where the parking is there's a grocer and some specialty shops. The parking was already full, so I was there stalking who's leaving so I can park my car. Took me ten minutes. Judging by the trolley this women are pushing it's their Christmas shopping ....decorations and rolls of gift wrapping paper sticking out their trolley. On the other side I glimpsed my favorite boutique, it's full of women browsing for party dresses on the racks. Women like this boutique because the pieces are unique and only carry a few of each design so there's not much chance of having a twin on one of the parties you'll attend. The prices are reasonable too.

As I was saying the season is here. Get into the spirit of Cristmas!

I'm Back

My last post was over a year ago.  Lots of things happened, then I went through a stage of not writing things in cyberspace.  The shameless self promotion type of writing at least.  I'm not so intense about it anymore.  It's part of de-cluttering my mind.  Purge the unnecessary somewhere, write then delete it not post it, it's my way of venting.  I don't think my life is that interesting, to write about my every waking moment anyway.  But here I am, I could access my blog again, after nearly having a heart attack of not remembering my password.   Let's wait and see if the mental unblock is working. And If my keyboard still serves me well.  Brace yourselves or maybe I should just brace myself.