Bite Me :-)

This is the only other time when I can say, 'Bite me' with a smile across my face and not mean to sound nasty. What do you think of my illustration? Cute, na? I've been so caught up in my head to even think of writing here. In other and happier news, the fashion blog is getting updated on a better frequency (and I'm really hoping that it comes in handy for when I have to apply to fashion mags). Happy March, kids!

Of Coffee & Brew

The White Rabbit very generously made little portions of the coffee grindings she had collected from the cleaners at our office and gave us each a stash of it. I was supposed to go for a body massage today courtesy of both TWR and Apple Cheeks but the spa was full so no appointment there and anyway, boredom beckoned and suggested I do something interesting.

Coffee Body Scrub:
4 tbsps coffee grindings
4 tbsps salt
2 tbsps of baby oil
1/4 cup of olive oil

Mix all of the ingredients in a bowl till you've made a paste-like mixture. Apply a good amount (one layer should suffice) to your arms and legs. Leave the scrub on your body for a good fifteen minutes. Take a nice hot bath to wash off the mixture with a neutral soap (I used my new Chumbak lavender soap - it's handmade). It feels really lovely, you know. My skin really did feel soft and smooth. I think it's great to store in a bottle and use once every week.

Variation: Use the coffee grindings, salt and a few drops of oil with a neutral body-wash (either Johnson & Johnson or Dove) - the effect should be the same. So yeah, if you're probably bored on a day like this, you should try it out. I should get back to Haroun & the Sea of Stories or my editor shall have my head on a plate! Adios.

Cigarette Butt

Maybe I do.
Maybe you don't.
Maybe I'll settle,
Maybe you won't.

Pelican

The blue skies are here once more. She sits on the sand and basks in the warm, warm, cheery sunshine.

A seagull soars above. Its cries are calming to her. Her journal flies open... it settles on a page. It catches her eye. A smile crosses her lips.

Him again.

Yet again. And again, and again.

A beautiful phase. Short, abrupt but it still meant something to her. Something purposefully forgotten, but very easily remembered.

Ah, life, she thinks. She drifts away into mindless space again.

The sounds of sea-spray fill her ears. Music, she thinks.

I miss you - Blink 182

We're not talking anymore. I see that.

Who are you now?

Don't you know me? I miss talking to you.

I miss what we had. :-(

Are you really in love with her? How did you meet her?

I don't know you. I hate you.

The Shark

I'd like to share these lines with you via my friend, Schumi. I think they're beautiful:-

Und der Haifisch der hat Tränen
Und die laufen vom Gesicht
Doch der Haifisch lebt im Wasser
so die Tränen sieht man nicht
In der Tiefe ist es einsam
Und so manche Zähre fließt
Und so kommt es dass das Wasser
in den Meeren salzig ist

And the shark, it has tears
And they run down its face
But the shark lives in the water
so no one sees the tears
In the depths it is lonely
And so many a tear flows
And that is why the water
in the seas is salty.

Parchment Paper

I find beauty mixed with sadness to be a beautiful thing. I've never been one to forget easily. Once you're in my system, it's painful to cut you out. I can't tell you how I feel. It's strange and foreign. Do we not know each other anymore? It's like a poem, written once with passion but as you begin to write more poems, the special one lies forgotten... The page on which it's been written turns yellow, the black ink fades away, there's a splatter of teardrop over a line or two. It's like the lines from Collide, Even the best fall down sometimes, even the wrong words seem to rhyme. Out of the doubt that fills my mind, I somehow find that you and I collide. You've been on my mind. I never was any good at pretending or playing games. I'm sorry that I do but I just do. I shouldn't have to think of this whole nine months as the Nice To Know You song by Incubus now, should I? Farewell.

Liebe ♥

It's on a dark night like this that Liebe looks for answers. There are tears glistening at her lashes that threaten to spill over.

It doesn't matter, she thinks. In the blink of an eye, Black was gone.

Her life has a piece missing. Whenever she thinks of Black, warm thoughts colour her cheeks. He used to make her happy once upon a time...

It was a long time ago. The memories are clear but they feel like they were just beautiful dreams.

The pain in her heart doesn't ebb away. It just sort of remains, growing numb with every passing second.

Liebe wishes she could love again and soon... but the truth is, the future is what we all don't know. She rests her head against her knees and gets lost in space. It's the only place where she feels safe.