This week, the Daily post decided to choose the theme ‘From Above‘ for the photo challenge. And here’s my interpretation of it:
I Think WAY Too Much!
I’m late again, sorry for that, but I’m rather busy in this beginning of the second term of the school year; anyway, here’s your awaited Picture it & Write for this week:
“Happy 18th birthday, Lena!”
Their enthusiastic voices still echoed in my head, although the party was over for more than two hours. If I closed my eyes I would see their faded grins and narrow eyes and high cheekbones… I would feel their hands on me, congratulating me, wishing me all the best things in the world.
Here’s this week’s Picture it & Write! I’m sorry I’m late!
Maybe I had noticed it too late.
The most dangerous thing about love was that it could deprive you of all your senses, all except the one deep inside of you: that of your heart. When trapped within its unyielding grasp, it would hug you so hard that you would feel the loud drumming of that central organ of yours; it would suffocate you and hypnotize you…
Burnt and Cold Consumed Timber Heartless Soul In My Tomb And Hers Nonsense Lies Happy Mess Is Unknown To You Anger Hatred And Only Never Faith Maybe She But Hope Is Gone All Lost To Die In Her Arms Lies Or Mine To Me Turns Away.
By D. Kwong Waye
They picture it and I write; here’s this week’s Picture it & Write:
Suddenly she burst out of the room.
She had known it all along. Her boss was an evil monster. She had seen him, his face vehemently changing into a disgusting greyish weird shape, while his nose and eyebrows had seemed to melt and his teeth falling off…
I’m mainly going to concentrate on how I spent my Sunday, although you still deserve some explanations over Saturday and Monday:
On Saturday, we, Mauritians, have been victims of a never-seen-and-witnessed torrential rain situation. Unexpected floods, unpredicted (or compelled to silence) by the media, despite all the technologies we possess, which caused deaths and panic… My mother and I were far from our home, in a shopping mall, and we were so taken aback when we went out and saw that water was all over the pavements and roads… it came up to our ankles!
And I had to buy art supplies.
Anyway, I’m still alive! If you want to know more about this, my best friend just wrote a blog post about it here: Mauritius These Days…
So when I woke up on Sunday, it didn’t feel like Easter. Nevertheless, I ate chocolate bunnies! Thus, here’s the first photo for the Daily post challenge:
Lindt!!! ♥ Yumyumyum…
Let’s face the truth: there is no escape, no short-cut. When Love gets to us, we are trapped… forever. Trapped in a vicious circle of loving blindly, getting hurt, moving on… well you thought you moved on, and then, you fall in love again only to get hurt again. Until you find the One. If you ever do.
Isn’t that sad.
First, I’d like to say Happy International Women’s Day – belated, I know – to all women who are standing up in their life for their rights right in the 21st century.
And then, I bet you are wondering what’s that title, well, I won’t beat about the bush, so An Evil Nymph’s Blog has been receiving blog awards since I last posted about them at the end of January. Thus since the beginning of February, awards have accumulated in my bookmark, constantly urging me everyday to put them out in a post, and today… is finally the day!