Goodness, i am blogging again, after so long
No words can describe this feeling
It feels new to me. Its been a while
Well naturally am gonna blame it on school and twitter, yes twitter.
putting updates about what am up to every 30 minutes sort of makes blogging... (wait wait... i didn't say unnecessary)it makes blogging hard.
Okay now the real reason. Unveiled. Yeah,sweetness isn't an anonymous blogger anymore, so honestly, i just hold back.
I found interesting pictures (i say interesting due to lack of a better word)or should i call them clip shots from BANNED commercials, am sure i mentioned it sometime last year, i google up banned commercials for lack of anything better to do. lol. but seriously its not a joke
and am gonna be putting up these pictures as i go along, tell me what you think, are they really bad, overly suggestive or distasteful.
Then i came across these
No words can bring one poor soul back
Prayers for Peace, Understanding, Forgiveness and Humanity
I read eyes
I get withdrawn when i notice the slightest negative energyI forget easily
I remember names of my teachers from Nursery school
I cant remember what i wore yesterday
I imagine my Funeral just like that
I have 5 scenarios of how i am gonna die
The first one was when i was 11
I dont watch Horror films
I honestly love my mom with every fibre in my being
I act like i dont know somethings just because.
I cry when i see old people that are helpless
I dont trust easily
I have terrible mood swings
I write Random things
I love old movies
My greatest fear is Cancer
I dont know what i'll term as my happiest day
I am addicted to the smell of unwrapped soap
I inhale washing detergent
I believe i get high on it
I cant leave Walmart without going to the detergent section
I make a thousand things up
I listen... to you talk
If you insist that i talk, i can talk about nothing - its a gift
I cry when i pray... and he forgives me
I will end up as a vegetarian
A STORY I HAD TO SHARE
" Its gonna be on Visa please"
I can recognize a Nigerian Voice anywhere, its not just the voice its the accent, or maybe how we stress the 'gonna' and 'wanna' in our sentences.
And this particular voice, i knew a little too well, i looked up and of course it was her, looking on point as usual.
" Hi Sandra! " I said, some people have this effect of bringing out my ridiculously cheery alter ego, she was one of the few. That's cos she has this lively and bubbly personality, its almost infectious.
"Hows it going?" i asked, taking her card, newly manicured tips, bright red, like her lips bright red, some girls are blessed with pulling off things like these.
"OMG sweetness!, where have you been?" she gushed, pushing the fringe away from her face, it fell back again, covering her eyes again, she pushed it away one more time.
The smile on her face completely transformed her, the looked younger than her 22 years.
" I have been around, school... work" i said as i collected her card and punched in the amount i gave her back to punch her password
"yeah, same with me", she said, "i haven't seen you since Montreal"
" I know right.. I..."
I suddenly forgot what i wanted to say
I looked again
Then i saw it.
Scars, across her wrists, both wrists.
I stared. dumbfounded.
I've read about this a couple of times, but, someone
are you kidding me???
She looked up, saw what i was looking at and the smile faded, her eyes shifted, i met her gaze as she tugged her sleeves down.
it wouldnt be enough
The silence said alot
It wasn't an awkward kind of silence, it was a shocked one. You know, the one that suddenly stays in the room with you when you find out something u wish you didn't.
"see you around" or at least thats what i think she mumbled
i watched her walk away, like anyone else
I couldn't find my smile for the rest of the day, i kept wondering
What on Earth could be so bad, that you would try to take your own life
And look how happy everyone thinks she is
Look how happy she makes the people around her
Who would have ever thought...