tilly: Christmas songs make me happpyyy!!!

Yes dear all, I am still listening to Christmas music. It never fails to make me smile!

Another thing that is making me smile at the moment is going through this blog. I am down to #833 and I have lost count of the awesome things that resonate with me and the author. Things like sitting at the kids table, taking out your contact lens at the end of the day and pushing those little buttons on the soft drink cup lid!!! Come on! I am sure that many of you have done that and it's very likely that 85% (from my very own studies) of those lids come from the Golden Arches.

The new work year starts tomorrow and I am not too sure what I will be wearing. You see, in the past 6 months, I have become...quite round. Face is now rounder than round. I have become so big that Loren can sense it from where she is sitting when she exclaimed **"SO FAT". On G chat. With no webcam. That is how round I am now. Well, I would give the guy below a run for his money.

And sumos earn quite a bit of money I think? So that would also mean that I am a rich and fat bitch. So bow to me and maybe I might buy you that Louboutins that you yearn for.

**Loren doesn't actually possess psychic abilities. It was from a conversation totally non-related to food, fat or me.

tilly: 2010

I cannot for the life of me, stand the last post now.

I think it's fairly, nearly safe to say that I do no longer want to love you or think of you and even hear your name anymore. I shudder when that happens sometimes.

The last six months have been trying for both Loren and I. It occurred to me on many occasions that there was no mention of this blog. From Loren to me or from me to Loren. We kind of just didn't mention it. I don't know if Loren felt that this was going to die off and felt sad about the blog dying but I think there were occasions where I felt that way.

Both of us are hoping that 2010 would be better. I can hear Loren asking better in what way. Maybe she will address this in the next post.

On a side note, what's your playlist for today???

I've been listening to a Christmas compilation by Starbucks. And the track, It's Cold Outside by Willie Nelson and Norah Jones is an absolute standout.

PostScript: Willie Nelson is probably the only person that can get away with a name like Willie.

Later

tilly: kissing

I still love you.

I still haven't tire from thinking about you everyday.

Each day, I tell myself that I will be over you. It's not hard saying that to myself but that's not to say that it works

It doesn't.

I had a feeling of contentment when I remembered lying next to you.

I still feel surprised that I can feel this way.

If I never love again, if I never see you again, I'll always remember how this feels.

I love to love you.

Kissing - Bliss

Loren: The scorpion and the frog

A very good reason for me to start paying attention to sports.

Dolce & Gabbana underwear advertising, with five stars of the Italian National Swim team.

Seriously. These are real people?!

(source: here)

tilly: poignant much?

Loren: (-)

Take my hand, babe, he said.

I'll show you a new world.

One that you've not seen.

One that you've barely tasted.

One that you've been the audience.

But never the performer.

He smiled. It was charming. His charm slid over her thickly. She wanted to smile back. But it was stifling. Intoxicating. Binding.

Take my hand, he coaxed.

Live your life.

Stand in shadows no more.

Come into the light.

Bare, stripped, whole.

Let the world see you.

She reached to place her trembling hand in his. His large one seemed to devour her timid one - a boa and a mouse.

T-The whole world will see me? She stuttered, shedding the last dredges of girlishness from her voice to slip into a new voice. Softer, lower, huskier.

Yes. His thumb stroked her wrist, finding the fluttering pulse beating wildly against his touch. He smiled again, shadows in the corners of his lips.

And they will love you.

Her eyelashes dipped downwards for heartbeat, before meeting his with naked vulnerability.

There will be....love?

Yes. His fingers enclosed around hers. They will love you....as how I will love you. With the soft expulsion of her breath taken as assent, he triumphantly pulled her forward to stumble after him into the Visible World where the light was blinding.

To be seen.

To be stripped bare.

To be loved.

To be broken.