Well, hello autumn.

Since my very first post was about how crazy I am about fashion, I thought it would be right if I ended my day with posting this pic of my outfit to school today. Nothing special, just a simple autumn outfit; a striped blouse (H&M), a warm coloured brown shawl (Primark) which matched with the bit darker brown waist belt (stole it from my mom) and some simple tight jeans from the Derbins, finished off with my favorite red Vans. To be honest, I think this outfit works good for me. But I've got much more in store haha, just wait.

I'm off to bed now.

Love,

Me.

World's cutest couple.

Mr. and Mrs. Chakanda.

I swear, they look so cute on this pic. Proud to have them as my parents.

We've had our ups and downs haha, but then again, who doesn't ?

I miss them a lot, but luckily I'll be seeing them in December.

Love,

Me.

A little poem, because boredom seems to have captured my mind.

Well, this is something I wrote quite a while ago. It's not great, but I remember being upset and the only thing that was possible to calm me down was to unleash my pen on a piece of paper. So, well, here it is. I hope you enjoy.

" I want to tell you how much I miss you.
Scream to the world, and maybe they'll feel
that drop of poison ivy running through my body.
Scream my lungs out so maybe you'll hear me.
Wherever you are.
Or should I whisper?
Do souls hear us when we whisper?
Do they see us lose the struggle against our tears,
do they see them rushing over our faces?
Writing out the words: I. Miss. You.

But I can't let them run freely.
My emotions can't take control over me.

'Be strong' 'Hang on' 'Make us proud', words that slowly kill me.
Cause I don't want to be strong, I can't hold on
and I definitely won't make you proud if he's not here with me.

And he's not.

As he left part of me died with him.
Part of me neglected me.

And all along I was blind.
We all know the devil comes from behind.
Too much of a coward to confront you in the eyes.
Looks for a victim and deceives them with lies.
No, you're not safe, not even if you're baptized.

But this is not about me and this Lucifer guy.
This is about me and you,

and the memories that will soon join you in the sky.
And as I grow older I'll keep on asking God 'why?'. "



So, that's it I guess. hope you enjoyed.

Love,

Me.

A picture brings back a thousand memories

This picture.

So many memories start flashing by when I see this picture.

Let's be honest, for someone who isn't as photogenic as I am, this picture turned out pretty fine. Someone even called it 'stunning', but I that was just to flatter me I guess. Anyhow, this picture brings back both beautiful memories and memories that break me down. It's a picture I use to express myself on how I feel about death. Death.. Something that has been bothering me for the entire year, because no one knows how to deal with it. I've had to deal with the deaths of 2 people that weren't just very close to me, but two people that I knew for sure would've succeed in whatever they were willing to strive for in life. But ahh well, I like this picture. And even though it brings back heartbreaking memories, I still see it as something comforting and peaceful.

Love,

Me.

Good to be back, my love.

Sooo, I just found out I made this blog about 3 years ago and completely forgot about it after making just a single post. This of course I find very amusing since this is a perfect example of how I always set off something and then have big plans or bright ideas for it only to leave it as it is or was. Maybe that should be a bullet-point of the things that I'm supposed to change before 2012 starts, just to make sure I start it well.

I have a lot to tell you about, and I hope you're all willing to gain the patience that is necessary to read all of my nonsense. Even though, of course, I'll try my very best to keep you amused with my experiences.

Love,

Me.