Booyah! // Emotions and all that love jazz...

I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite a new thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
I like your body. I like what it does,
 I like its hows. I like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the, shocking fuzz
of your electric fur, and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh . . . . And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you quite so new

- E E Cummings.

This has got to be one of my favourite poeeeeeeeeeems! definitely very risqué, but what is a painting without colours?  

Have I mentioned recently how I am one of those people that love/wholly understand the power of imagery in literature?

Well. Yeah. Just wanted to let you all in on a bit of my Literary obsessions. Enough about the fashion for now lol.

"You with the sad eyes..."

...I've noticed that of recent, my post titles tend to be quotes; unauthentic and stolen from other great minds. Take this post title, for example. It has nothing to do with anything, it just so happens that my iTunes has decided to play the Glee version of Jill Scott and Fredro Starr's 'True Colours' at this precise moment, thus leading to its name.

Not that I would have thought of an appropriate post title anyway. But... Oh well. These things happen.

We shall begin, before I go off on another pointless rant on this thing. It's almost going on 2am here, I have a test tomorrow that I know pretty much NOTHING about (I promise I am not a slobby university student who is at uni simply for the 'experience' and the 'bursaries'. I actually want to secure myself a future of some sort... Buuuut, trust me when I say that studying Pharmacy is not for the faint hearted) , and blogging is what has taken my interest right now.  Earlier, I was trying on all the shoes in my wardrobe, before that, I was wowing the people on twitter with mindless, unneccesary information (a la the existential purpose of twitter), and even before that, I gave myself a break to get myself  a MUCH DESERVED Skittles milkshake. 


Do not fret; despite my warped prioritization skills, I have resigned myself to the fact that I will not be sleeping tonight. It has to be done, eh?

Anyways, to the matter at hand. I have noticed yet another trend within my age group. Boys are falling in love, girls are falling in love with love, everyone's listening to Esperanza's 'Fall In' on repeat, girls are sighing and looking wistfully into oblivion during those uber romantic scenes in movies  (YES.. Okay. I fall into this category...) and as a result, news of emerging relationships are reaching me as quickly as Facebook status updates. Is it just me, or is it the same everywhere else?


Added to the fact that we are about ushering the WONDERFUL MONTHS OF SUMMER in. I know what you're thinking. Relationships and summer are like, the best combinations ever invented.

Only after PB&J sandwiches though.

But, yeah. Relationships. I honestly do not know what to make of them. I really wanted one during the winter months, so  I could be the proud owner of a six-foot something, Boris Kodjoe looking, guitar-toting, personal radiator. Note that I used the word 'own'. It's bad, I know. Priorities again, right? I'm still at that point where I want a relationship more for the aesthetic, Hollywood instilled reasons. For emotional stability; to be a constant in my life. The guy I could demand a cuddle from at the most unreasonable of moments, or who would let me babble on and on... and on... about how Miuiccia's shoes are a godsend, even when he has no CLUE whatsoever if Miuiccia is a brand of vormicelli, talk less of being human.

I haven't even given any thought to what HE might want from me. Not once. Not ever. My idea of an ideal relationship is always based on how much he can do for me, never once stopping to think about his feelings. Like, how he'd probably expect me to understand that when he's playing those silly games or watching some sport or the other, he is not to be disturbed?

... I guess, for right now, at this point in my life, listening to Esperanza croon about how she's found heaven by falling in love should be as far as my 'relationship' dreams go.

As well as constantly watching this video...



...Because I don't want to 'end up with HIM'. Deep stuff yo.

I must exeunt now!!!

Off to try and get some information about bacteria into my brain.

So long lovelies!
xoxo

...Bedtime musings...

I want to live more than experience,

Take the train and have a fiancé.
I want to read about the great thinkers,                          
Like King Solomon, and deal with issues like they're no brain-ers.
I want to practice more than I preach,
And pray more than I sing,
And listen more than I teach.
To dive heart first,
Into the whirlpool of love,
To worry less than I laugh,
Paint pictures with words,
To laugh uncontrollably when I hurt, and
Drink Cravendale till my teeth hurt.
Create more than I destroy,
And give more than I expect.
You know, the finer things in life;
I want them all.

On my way to le coucher to dormir *smiles*. I swear these things come to mind just as i'm about to hit the sack. No clue why.

Aloha anyhow...!
xoxo

'Untitled'

I am in love.
No... Am I?
Is this what IT feels like?
Is THIS what 'dreams are made of'?
Is it when I feel out of sorts with
R.E.A.L.I.T.Y
When he's in close vicinity,
Or when
He looks DEEP
into my eyes
and sees me: Inside me.
UGLY me. Inside?
That stare. The compelling way
He holds my eyes with his
And all hell seems to freeze.
Is it,
the encouragement from his laughter,
or,
the readiness of his accepting spirit?
The belief in the surreal... NO
The SUPERNATURAL existence of this abstract feeling?
Wait. This... It can't be love!
Why would it!
But... The unwavering focus of his thoughts
on mine.
The unforgettable memory - His face,
etched skilfully on my heart;.
The willingness to give more, more than
More than i'm given to.
The expectant caress of plural minds ,
converging. Singular.
No. It can't be.
I have fallen deep it seems,
Deep; into the abyss of love.

Okay, g'night for reals now...
xoxo

'How do I love thee? Let me count the ways'...

The intricacies of Mucha's art is beyond compare....!

And on that note,shall I take my leave.

This poem has become my favourite since last week. Elizabeth Browning either a) Had a serious crush on someone (The kind that elicits sleepless nights and hyperactive imaginations ...)

or b) Was very much in love/tuned in to the heart of this fellow she was writing about. 

I haven't even BEGUN talking about/ ripping this poem to shreds trying to find out EXACTLY what she meant and how possible it is to find such heart gripping, real love... 

But yeah. Enough for now. Potato Wedges are summoning... Not McDonald's unfortunately, since the suckers decided to whet my appetite with it and then proceed to DISCONTINUE it. Rubbish.

So. 

Asta La Vista.

xoxo