J for Everything.

I am made of fetishes and obsessions and adrenaline rushes. I have days where I need thumping remixes blast from my ipod and there are days where I lean back against the half-wall of my terrace and talk to the stars.

If I could have it my way, I would eat chocolate cheesecakes and pancakes and truffles and fudge with ice cream and drink Oreo milkshakes with whipped cream till my last day.

I love languages. Phrases and word pieces of Latin and French and Spanish curve up my face as I soak them.

I still have so much travelling to pack, shopping to credit, people to steal and adventures to create.

I am more the sequins and shimmer girl with days of vintage tints. I love holding the camera off or against me. I make LOL actually laughing out loud. There are people who I can’t live without and yet I have secrets that only my heart can keep.

Throw a yellow petal on the gravel ground and I’ll appreciate it. Show me an old-fashioned chair and I’ll appreciate it.  In every dark turn, through every broken piece, I pull out a stream of color just so I can stand tall and smile back.

I’ve learned to accept and to argue. To fight and to let go. To play and to seclude. I’ve learned to pause, to admire, to appreciate, and to observe.

There are days where I could sit on an empty bench and watch the evening change attire. There are days where I talk until my throat becomes sore.

I need daily portions of music, sugar, laughter, television, news, study, idleness, talk time. I choose cartoon strips over puzzles and Sudoku.

I love dresses and dressing up, shoes and clackers, accessories and adorning. I love minimalistic days with simpletons and laidback sighs.

Landscapes and photography and abstracts and cityscapes make up my wallpapers. I find solace in seashells, sand, smoothies, sun, sun screen on the white benches at the blue beaches sipping through a yoo-hoo straw.

I speak green and live red.