Mystique. Maverick. Me.

I am: Always different. Never the same.

Pet peeves: Wet bathrooms, chauvinists (of all kinds, shapes and sizes), ignoramus idiots and serious fashion disasters

Colour I feel like the most now: White – a mélange of them all, with blue predominating over the rest. Confusing eh? My depressed self is utmost prominent now.

My biggest fear: That I'll wake up one day knowing too well that no one, no where is even bothered to know if I am awake, alive.

I’d rather be dead than: Be married right now. Or even engaged. Now is it just me or are the men to be blamed?

I secretly enjoy: Being Christina Francis.
Being woken up, fed, taken care of, doted on.
Being my parents’ daughter.
Doing what I want to when I want to.
Being all that I am, all that I’m not.

I loathe: Being Christina Francis. It ain't easy, ain't funny, ain't always pretty.

My full circle: Myself, My work, Papa, Mumma, Willi (very much), Love and home… Order changes depending on my mood. A place for everything / everyone else is subject to availability of time, inclination, place...

I feel like a: Vacation. White beach, designer rags, spa treatments and retail therapy optional.

If I could, I would: Get in touch with Willi; ask him what went wrong, try to bring him back home, try getting life back on track for us all.

Someday I’d want to: Write a book. Own a spa boutique. Have two kids with a nice man.

I know I will: Travel the world. Be content. Meet success. Stay gorgeous :).

Keep watchin’ this space to see how fast things change...

I still wonder…

I wonder if you are sitting up there somewhere
And feeling helpless
when you can’t seem to say
that you still care.

I wonder if you think ever of me
Wonder if you can still see me
I wonder if the fireworks in the sky,
The flowers, the music make you miss me…

I wonder if you talk aloud too
In the hope that I will somehow hear
I wonder if you scream out my name
And burst out in tears, cos you know it’s a waste…

Custard apples, coffee and cream
chocolate brownies and those million dreams
I still wonder if you remember them all
And if you too regret this mighty fall…

I wonder if you too pine to tell me
All those things that make you bleed from within
I wonder if you have any friends up there
Who’ll tell you that someday we’ll meet again

I hope you are safe
wherever you are
And I pray that someday
You will try and move on.