The closest thing to being me.

strawberry kiss

personaldirectory — Wed, 04 Feb 2009 00:20:44 +0000

These are so cute!

hello. my name is.

personaldirectory — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 23:16:41 +0000

just when you thought you learned to live with Apple and Cherry, life throws you an Avocado. we have a winner. of all the name tags i have not-so-subtly glanced at, i thought i had already mentally compiled quite an extensive list of Parents who should be charged with child abuse. but i have to say this is the worst. by far.

i still find it hard to understand how some parents claim that their newborn child, “looked like a Helen”. but seeing as all babies are little more than an accumulation of fat cells morphed into miniature John Prescott i’ll let it go. mind you i think John Prescott looks more like a Bob. but i digress.

Avocado took part in some national beauty pageant, so i’m guessing she did not look like an avocado, or any fruit or vegetable for that matter. by the time you’ve read this post, i’ve probably had the misfortune of meeting a Papaya.

cy·a·nop·si·a.

personaldirectory — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 23:05:38 +0000

take off your sunglasses after an afternoon outside for every shade of every color to hit your eyes. only then do you remember what it’s like not to see the world in a million shades of chocolate.

paint a picture with your sunglasses on. if the apple you see appears a dark chocolate shade, you dip your brush into the corresponding dark chocolate paint. if the banana appears a milk chocolate shade, you dip your brush into the corresponding milk chocolate shade. to myself the viewer, you simply dipped your brush into the red paint to paint the red apple. at no point would i have noticed you going for the brown paints…unless there was a (insert-brown-colored-fruit). having said that i would have noticed your sunglasses, much to my amusement.

so forget his cyanopsia. i think Monet meant for Blue Water Lilies to be blue.

forgive. then forget.

personaldirectory — Thu, 29 Jan 2009 19:14:33 +0000

every so often, i stumble across the little things. the pajama top i never threw away, the face cream you left behind. little things that carry no significance with regards the times we shared. that’s why they’re still here. unworn. unused. untouched. i couldn’t bear to retain anything which reminded me too strongly of you. of us. and after we parted both our possessions and our ways, i lived through the chain of emotions one by one – i’m sure you did too. until we reached the end. i don’t know how long you took but for more than a year i thought this last emotion was somewhere perched between anger and hate. and in those moments i was comfortably resolute between the two. but there were days when i would find myself climbing down and wondering into the the fields of forgiveness. but not for too long – day trips perhaps.

sixteen months on i find i like the fields better. i suspect you never will. and in this time i’ve found a new half. so have you. you’ve found two in fact. tell me, do you feel whole?