You're on a journey to a final destination where you have to swim to get there. Its a process of continuous, repetitive steps; swing your arms, flap your feet, breath and repeat. As the journey progresses, the ubiquitous routine gets boring, repetitive. Your arms and leg get tired and frustration seeps in; Am I there yet? Why am I not there already? Doubt trickles in as well and you start to question; Maybe I'm not swimming fast enough. Maybe I'm too weak. Will I make it till the end? Why did I decide to do this? This is stupid. My arms hurt. My legs are cramping. Then suddenly, you're soaked with panic and start splashing around frantically looking for another way out, forgetting that you're still surrounded by water... and the final destination is still yet to come.
Oct 3, 2015
Happy New Month, lover! Saying hello to October and goodbye to showing skin. The temperatures have dropped so quickly and you can imagine I'm trying my best to hold onto the scarcest bit of warm weather. Probably the last time you'd see my show this much skin from this point on... till next Spring of course!
Sep 26, 2015
Oh, white. White, white. One of my least favorite colours to wear mostly because I stain everywhere and everything. Plus, if it's not worn well, you look bigger. Am I the only one who feels that way? Hopefully not.